At Harry's revelation, Hermione gasped and immediately started with suggestions she'd gotten from all sorts of books. Ron just looked dumbstruck.
"But — he wasn't there, was he? You-Know-Who?" Ron's eyes were wide. "I mean — last time your scar kept hurting, he was at Hogwarts, wasn't he?"
"I'm sure he wasn't on Privet Drive," Harry nodded. "But I was dreaming about him... him him and Peter — you know, Wormtail. I can't remember all of it now, but they were plotting to kill... someone." I couldn't help but notice the hesitation in his voice, and for a long moment I wondered what he was about to really say.
"It was only a dream," Ron said bracingly. "Just a nightmare."
"Yeah, but was it, though?" Harry turned to look at the brightening sky outside of the window. "It's weird, isn't it?... My scar hurts, and three days later the Death Eaters are on the march, and Voldemort's sign's up in the sky again."
"Don't — say — his — name!" Ron hissed through his teeth.
"And remember what Professor Trelawney said?" Harry continued, completely ignoring Ron. "At the end of last year?"
"Uh, I kinda left early last year," I said, feeling very left out. "So nah, I don't really remember."
Harry quickly filled Harry in, explaining the way their old Divination teacher had started spouting on about the Dark Lord and his servant and a whole bunch of other stuff that made me uncomfortable.
"Oh Harry, you aren't going to pay attention to anything that old fraud says?" Hermione didn't look horrified anymore, instead looking annoyed.
"You weren't there," Harry said. "You didn't hear her. This time was different. I told you, she went into a trance — a real one. And she said the Dark Lord would rise again... greater and more terrible than ever before... and he'd manage it because his servant was going to go back to him... and that night Wormtail escaped."
There was a long silence. I couldn't help but remember that Professor Trelawney's grandmother's name was Cassandra. Like the Greek myth. Apollo had blessed a girl named Cassandra with Sight, but she had abused her power in a way, and was then cursed to not be able to share what was going to happen in the future correctly. I had no doubts Trelawney could see the future, in a sense, but she went about it terribly, and none of it was right. Not really.
Then there was the matter of Harry dreaming of Voldemort. That... that scared me more than Trelawney's prophecy. If my theory was right... if they were connected... well, that would not be pleasant. Not at all.
"Why were you asking if Hedwig had come, Harry?" Hermione asked. "Are you expecting a latter?"
"I told Sirius about my scar," Harry shrugged. "I'm waiting for his answer."
"Good thinking!" Ron said, looking a lot less troubled. "I bet Sirius'll know what to do!"
"I hoped he'd get back to me quickly."
"But we don't know Sirius is... he could be in Africa or somewhere, couldn't he?" Hermione said. "Hedwig's not going to manage that journey in a few days."
"Yeah, I know," Harry said, staring out at the sky again. How dramatic.
Ron tried for to convince Harry to play Quidditch, while Hermione tried to convince him of otherwise. I just sat on Ron's bed, thinking.
Would it be wise to use a drachma to call Sirius for Harry? Normally I wouldn't hesitate, but... it was dark times. We didn't have many campers, the ones we did have were really struggling, and we were stuck in a pre-war plane of utter suckiness. Thalia looked like she could be turning sixteen anytime now, and it was a bit terrifying.
I decided not to, in the end. I may have ended up needing that drachma. I carried that drachma with me for a while. During that winter, two days before Thalia's sixteenth birthday, I did end up needing it.
Harry did end up wanting to play Quidditch, so they went outside and played (Hermione watched, annoyed) and I soon went home with Luke.
"You've been limping this entire time," Luke said as he drove. He was a weird wizard, and he liked to drive. "What happened?"
"Well, uh, I saw Seamus go and fight the Death Eaters, and I was all like, 'Oh fuck yeah, Ima go stab 'em!' And Mr. Weasley said no but I gave a super dramatic speech and ran over there, and we were doing pretty well, until they dropped the Muggles and I got distracted, because you know, they dropped the Muggles, and I got hit with a spell really hard, and I fell funny, and I broke my ankle. Seamus dragged me away and all sorts of fun stuff happened that someone probably talked to you about, I dunno. Ginny set my ankle back though, cause she's a badass, and I had some Ambrosia already, and it's wrapped, so it'll be good in, like, two days."
Luke blinked and said, "You know, every time you curse, it catches me off guard. Like, you're so small and sweet looking, you don't seem capable of it, but here you are, calling little Ginny Weasley a badass."
"That was not what you were supposed to get from that conversation. Not at all."
"Eh, whatever. Oh, you're taking it easy when we get home, too."
I just smiled, "Good, cause I'm kind of tired anyways, and I can always vibe with being lazy."
"That's cause you have lazy vibes."
"You have stupid vibes."
Hey guys! You guys are cool. I like you guys. Neato guys. Yeah. So you guys might know that I recently wasn't feeling very motivated to write. This lasted for like a month. Well, after the bad events of the other day, I started writing again! Who knew trauma could get you into the mood. That sounds bad. But I have written about half the chapter for my other book. Depending on whether I go to sleep early tonight or not, it should be up either today or tomorrow. If it's not... then I went to bed early and spent a lot of my time working on homework tomorrow. Cause I've got a crap ton of work due tomorrow. Then it would be up on Friday. But most likely it'll be up today or tomorrow. Also, my dad has been in a really bad mood. Like grumpy all the time and overreacting a lot too much. It's weird. I don't like it. It's not that weird actually. It's just worse than the usual.
Anyway, I hope you guys have had a great Wednesday, and I'll see you on Friday! Love ya!