It was the hall she'd dreamed about for months; the dark illuminated by glittering orbs. Between two eyes stood a distorted figure, completely unaware of the snake approaching from his backside. She flinched as the snake lunged toward the Order member, fangs sinking into their side as blood splattered onto the floor; the snake reattacking as the Order member crumbled onto the ground, attempting to shield themselves using their hands but it was futile, the snake-
She woke up to the sound of whimpering and the feeling of someone quivering against her. She bolted up from the couch to see Harry flashing behind her.
"Harry! Harry!" she yelled, shaking him.
His eyes flung open. Every inch of his body was covered in icy sweat; the blankets bunched around his waist and his expression frantic.
Estella was sitting next to him looking extremely frightened. He clutched his head in his hands; the pain blinding him...He rolled over her and vomited on the floor.
"Oh God," she said, scrambling to grab her clothes and shrugging them on. It was quite clear someone from the Order was in trouble and from what she could tell, Harry'd seen it too.
She shrugged on her blouse and skirt and tossed Harry his clothes. Through the pain, he shrugged them on and staggered towards her.
He clutched his scar, "Ron's dad-"
"I saw," she said and dragged him out of the room and straight to her grandfather's office.
"What's going on? Why does Harry look like that? What were you doing?" asked Ron, seeing his distressed state.
"That doesn't matter. Its your father, Ron. You ought to come too," said Estella, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the portrait hole and down Gryffindor's tower to her grandfather's office.
"Fizzing Whizbee," said Estella as they approached his office.
"What do you mean my father?" asked Ron frantically.
"I had a dream of a figure getting attacked and Harry woke me up and he said he saw your father get attacked and that lines up with what I dreamed about which means your father's been hurt, rather recently," Estella rushed out, in an empathic tone.
The gargoyle sprang to life and leapt aside; the wall behind it split in two to reveal a stone staircase that was moving continually upward like a spiral escalator. The three of them stepped onto the moving stairs; the wall closed behind them with a thud, and they were moving upward in a tight circle until they reached the familiar highly polished oak door with the brass knocker shaped like a griffin.
Though it was now well past midnight, there were voices coming from inside the room, a positive babble of them. It sounded as though Dumbledore was entertaining at least a dozen people.
Estella rapped three times with the griffin knocker, and the voices ceased abruptly as though someone had switched them all off. The door opened of its own accord and Estella led the three of them inside.
The room was in half-darkness; the strange silver instruments standing on tables were silent and still rather than whirring and emitting puffs of smoke as they usually did. The portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses covering the walls were all snoozing in their frames. Behind a door, a magnificent red-and-gold bird, Fawkes, dozed on its perch with its head under its wing.
"Og, it's you, Estella...and...ah."
Her grandfather was sitting in a high-backed chair behind his desk; he leaned forward into the pool of candlelight illuminating the papers laid out before him. He was wearing a magnificently embroidered purple-and-gold dressing gown over a snowy-white nightshirt, but seemed wide awake, his penetrating light-blue eyes fixed intently upon Estella.
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