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Hi, my name is Zack
Postely
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 | Harry Potter and the Seer's Pond (5) |
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 4.89 with 9 vote(s)
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| Created: 2009-07-31 21:05:34 |
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A/N: I am honestly not very fond of this part myself, but anyway, let me inform you that it is now several years later in the story. Zack, Draco, Harry, etc. will all be going into their fifth year. So, enjoy.
Part 5
The dementors were coming closer to Harry Potter and the chubby boy beside him. The air had been drained of all warmth and happiness. They were closing in. Harry looked like he was trying to get his wand. But he couldn’t reach it with the dementor pressing him up against the wall. The chubby muggle boy looked like if he could have he would have fainted. Harry’s hand was so close to getting his wand from his pocket…
I woke up, my eyes wide. I sat up immediately. The dream had seemed so real as I had watched it play out in front of my eyes. Somehow, I knew that I had to do something. That the dream was going to turn into a reality…
I soon found myself changing into proper clothing and sticking my wand in my pocket. I would need it. I also brought along some other possibly useful things and carefully left my room. My parents would still be asleep, so I had to be quiet leaving the house.
I paid my fare on a train to the area where Harry Potter was said to live with his aunt and uncle. Using my memory of the dream, I soon came to the place where the dementors were supposed to be. Hiding in a bush, I waited.
It didn’t take long before I heard the storm starting up, and it quickly increased in severity. I heard the sound of footsteps pounding against the ground, and saw Harry Potter and the muggle boy from the dream come to the place where the dementors would get them. And, alas, I felt a great chill as two dementors came toward the two boys. They had soon pressed them up against the wall.
Just like in my dream, Harry was struggling to reach his wand. Deciding that it was time for me to act, I took my wand out of my pocket and inched forward. My father had taught me how to perform a Patronus a few years previous. I knew how to perform one with ease, and, coming up behind the dementors, I said, my wand held high, “Expecto patronum!” As the words left my mouth, a white light left my wand, forming the shape of a cat. The dementors reeled back from the light, and, turning away from it, fled. As soon as I was sure that the dementors were gone, I turned to look at Harry Potter and his companion.
The chubby muggle boy looked absolutely loopy now. He was cross-eyed, and rather pale. Also, he appeared wobbly. I turned my gaze from him to Harry Potter. The Gryffindor was staring at me, and at the crescent moon-shaped scar on my forehead. I in turn stared at the lightning bolt-shaped scar on his head for a moment, before saying, “You should take him back to his house. He doesn’t look too good.” I nodded toward the muggle.
Harry’s bright green eyes flickered from me to the boy, then back to me again. “Yeah, I suppose he doesn’t. He’s my cousin, Dudley.” After this there was nothing but an awkward silence for a moment. Then, he asked me, “Why…why did you cast a Patronus? How did you know to come here, were you just around here or…?”
I saw that he had no clue of anything at the moment, so I told him truthfully, “I had a dream of the dementors coming to get you and your cousin. When I woke I…well, I just knew it was going to come true so I came here and I cast a Patronus to get the dementors away.” I was rather surprised that I had managed to say all that at once to him.
Nodding, he said, “I think I’ve seen you before…what’s your name?”
“Zack Postely. I was in front of you when we were being sorted. I’m in Slytherin, so you wouldn’t really know me,” I replied, not meeting his penetrating gaze. I glanced at him with my deep golden eyes.
“Oh, I think I remember you. I’m Harry Potter. But I guess you probably already knew that,” he told me.
I nodded. “Yeah.”
A long pause followed, and finally he said, “I suppose I’ll see you at school.” Nodding, I turned and walked off, not daring a glance back.
I boarded a train back to my house. Luckily, it was still around 3:30 in the morning, so my parents weren’t awake as I slipped back into the house. I put my wand and the other things I had brought in their appropriate places.
Later that day, I found myself telling my mother and father everything about the dream and going and performing the Patronus so that they could figure things out. Apparently, I had violated the rule of underage sorcery outside of school, and so I was supposed to be expelled. Of course, since my parents were in the Ministry, and I had had good reason to perform the Patronus, they were able to clear my name and make it so I was not expelled. Of course, they didn’t entirely approve of what I had done.
During the next few days I kept wondering how it had come to be that I had had a dream that had ended up coming true. It was quite strange. Soon, though, it was September first.
It was time to go back to Hogwarts and start my fifth year.
(To be continued...) |
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