'Harry! Wake up! Harry!' Hermione was screaming at Harry. His emerald eyes opened fast, anxious to get away from his nightmare, she was sitting next to his bed. He was lying in his four poster bed, the puple curtains had been pulled back so everyone in that room would be able to see him.
Dean, Seamus and Neville were all standing dotted around the room. Everyone was in their nightclothes, Hermione covering hers with a light blue dressing gown, Ron wearing green stripy pyjamas and Harry wearing his dark blue pyjamas.
Harry suddenly became aware he was drenched in sweat, his black hair shiny with it.
'What happened?' Harry asked, although he already knew the answer.
'You were sleeping, then you just started shouting and shaking, like this,' Ron demonstated, he was shaking very vigorously.
'C'mon Harry. I'm taking you to McGonagall.' Hermione stood up and took Harrys hand in hers.
'No.' Said Harry simply. Everyone was looking surprised by this.
'But Harry, if you dreamed of You-Know-Who, it could help the teachers plan what hes doing now!' Hermiones voice got higher and higher until only dogs could hear her.
'Shes got a point there, man.' Ron said, quietly, not wanting to take sides.
'But teachers don't listen, they assume what happened then just use that, instead of what actually happened. And anyway I DIDN'T dream of VOLDEMORT.' He said the last word loudly so as to show Hermione it was ok to say his name. Harry got annoyed when people didn't call him Voldemort.
Suddenly McGonagall and Dumbledore were in the large bedroom with the six teenagers. No one but Harry wondered how they did that, snuck in so quietly. They were standing inbetween Ron and Harry, they turned to face Harry slowly.
'Now, what was that about, we don't listen? We have been listening to your convorsation, ever since it arose.' McGonagalls voice was not her normal one, it was a sickly sweet voice of a young child. As her voice hit the last word her and Dumbledores heads grew, they grew and grew. They grew until they were the size of Hagrids pumpkins outside his house, and let me tell you, that is big.
Then everyone elses heads did the same. Harry couldn't think who had done this except from one person. Voldemort.
Harry ran down the stairs after dodging McGonagall, Dumbledore, Hermione, Ron, Seamus, Dean and Neville. He ran down the stairs to the common room. But he was not prepared for what he saw...
Dead bodies lying everywhere, the smell would imply they had only just been killed. Harry couldn't stand to look at them any longer. He saw dead faces of people he had once loved, his mother, his father and Sirius Black.
All of a sudden he fell. Fell into the corpses. As he fell he felt time lose itself within him and hope give up.