Metathesiophobia | H. Potter [3]

6 | dreams

Abigail shot up with a shout and Hermione, Lavender and Parvati were up within seconds.

"Abby?" Hermione spoke quietly.

"Why is she always waking us up?" Lavender whined, "Can't she just sleep in the infirmary if she's going to have these bad dreams all the time?"

Hermione opened the curtains around Abigail's bed slowly and saw that the girl was panting and sweating all over, "Abby, what is it?"

"Mr. Weasley," she spat out, "I think he's...well, he's..."

"She's officially lost it this time, hasn't she?" Lavender inquired.

"Oh, shut up," Hermione snapped and she helped Abigail to her feet, "I'm taking her to see McGonagall."

"Might as well just take her straight to Mungo's, if you ask me."

"Well no one was asking you," she pointed out as she helped her friend down the stairs.

"Abigail?" Ron spoke up from the common room, "Hermione? Is she alright?"

"About as okay as he is, I assume," Hermione gestured toward Harry who was about to leave the room with McGonagall.

"Abigail, dear, come with me," McGonagall suggested. She looked at Hermione and Ron, "Off to bed the two of you, try not to wake anyone else up."

The three of them made their way to Dumbledore's office and Abigail felt herself start to calm down. Harry, on the other hand, was still out of it.

"In the dream, were you standing next to the victim..." Dumbledore asked slowly, "or looking down at the scene?"

"Neither. It was like I..." he stopped himself as he looked around at the people in the room, "Will you please just tell me what's happening?"

"Everard, Arthur's on guard duty tonight," Dumbledore spoke to one of the paintings, "Make sure he's found by the right people."

"Phineas. You must go to your portrait at Grimmauld Place," he demanded, "Tell them that Arthur Weasley is gravely injured and his children will be arriving there soon by Portkey."

"They've got him, Albus," Everard announced upon his return, "It was close, but they think he'll make it. What's more, the Dark Lord failed to acquire it."

"Oh, thank goodness," Dumbeldore nodded, "Next we need to-"

"Look at me!" Harry exclaimed and even Abigail was surprised at the outburst, "What's happening to me?"

"You wished to see me, headmaster?" Snape spoke and the two students looked on in confusion.

"Oh, Severus. I'm afraid we can't wait. Not even till the morning," Dumbeldore explained, "Otherwise, we'll all be vulnerable."

Snape ushered Harry out of the room leaving Abigail in confusion. "What's going on?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out," he answered simply. "You and Harry had the same dream, correct?"

"As far as I can understand, yes," she nodded.

"Prior to going to bed, may I ask what you were thinking about?"

She faltered at this, "That's an odd question to ask."

"The answer is important in understanding what's going on."

"Well, I-I was thinking about Harry."

"As suspected," he nodded and Abigail only grew more confused.

"Would you stop it with the vague comments, please?" she requested, "I'm kind of freaking out here."

"He just arrived at the hospital," one of the other portraits announced upon their return, "He looks bad."