Harry Potter RPG - For Grownups!.
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| Sunday, July 20th, 2003 |
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Harry lay on his bed, basking in the glow of the previous evening. He was happy enough that he didn't even think of clearing his mind. He drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face... He was walking off of the Quidditch pitch, broom in hand, with Ron talking excitedly beside him. The stands were still erupting with cheers. Hermione ran up and launched herself at him along with several other Gryffindors...he had just made quite the save against Slytherin, defeating them 210 to 90. He was smiling and looking down at her, about to speak, when suddenly something caught his eye...Professor McGonagall and Oliver Wood were snogging behind the broomshed. Before he had a chance to think about how odd that was, a high-pitched voice was saying in his ear, There you are, Mr. Potter... Harry sat violently upright in bed, his heart pounding. It was hours later before he was able to stop sobbing silently into his pillow long enough to clear his mind and fall asleep. |
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| ( Owl to Miss Granger ) |
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Light from the sunny mid-afternoon skies streamed through the dorms room windows. She sat upright in bed, eyes wide and scared. Another nightmare. Tonight would hopefully be the last of them, she thought miserably... One more night of thiese overwhelming flashes of horror. She hoped she could deal with that. Last night, she could have taken Ron up on his offer...but it didn't seem right somehow, with the way things were. Hermione thought again of last night, and how it had ended. Her logical brain told her it couldn't have happened, but she looked down at what she had worn to bed and decided it must be true. Two notes on her bedside table caught her eye, and when she unrolled the first one to read, she felt her heart do a little lurch. Yes. Everything had happened. Now, as an aftermath of her latest dream, she was simply left to wonder if it would ever happen again. The second note was a request from Professor Snape, which didn't improve her mood much. "I have to stop sleeping so late," she mumbled to herself, and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She rubbed at her eyes and decided to have a shower before facing the world--more specifically, the Slytherin dungeons. Maybe the hot water would wash away the remnants of the dream about her own doom. |
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| ( Owl to Harry ) |
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Snape sat back and templed his long fingers beneath his chin. He was feeling particularly pensive after meeting with Miss Granger this afternoon. She'd looked terrible, but that couldn't be blamed on him. His potion had done exactly what he'd promised it would do, and her respiratory symptoms had abated almost completely. Her primary source of distress now came from the side effects of the remedy: her nightmares. He smiled unpleasantly in the dimness of his dungeon. Perhaps he could have helped her more, but...this was too interesting an experiment to let go to waste. Besides, he wasn't about to appear as though he was favouring a Gryffindor. |
Harry Potter RPG - For Grownups!.
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