HARRY'S DREAM

The entire day's fatigue took a heavy toll on Troy that night. He fell back on the plush bed that appeared in the fregeorge workshop. Even the scare of one of the twin's experiments going haywire could not stop him from drifting to a dreamless slumber almost immediately.

Four hours later, he was roused by a massive scream. Troy shot up from his bed, but the twins, who had not yet gone to sleep, got to Harry first.

Troy took one look at his friend and knew he needed water, tiny beads were dripping from his forehead, and he clasped at the scar on his forehead. His face was contorted from what could only be a searing pain.

A jag and a water glass appeared on the bed table and he poured some and held it to Harry's mouth

"Are you okay, Harry?" Fred asked as he pulled Harry's hand from his forehead to see whether he was hurt. There was no sign of any fresh injury, and Troy sighed with relief.

Harry gulped the water like a desert-worn man. His face showed he was still experiencing pain.

"What I need is a pain drought," Harry demurred.

"Good thing we are in the room of requirement," George said, handing Harry the small transparent vial that had appeared on the bedside table.

Harry dawned it in one gulp, and a look of calm settled on his face. "Guys, I think I am going nuts," Harry mumbled with confusion.

"Well, welcome to the club pal, George and I beat you to it" Fred smugged "

Troy however saw from Harry's stern look that he was serious." what makes you say that? " Troy queried with concern.

Harry took a while as if recollecting his thoughts, before going on, "The dreams I have are quite evil." I seem to plot unspeakable things. And most times I keep referring to myself as lord Voldemort"

Both twins took a step back, flinching at the mention of that name. "You are certainly mad." Fred exclaimed as he glared at Harry with a fearful glance, "Next time, just say 'you know who'."

Troy couldn't see what the big deal was. By now, he was familiar with Harry's history with the so-called dark lord. Even if he was powerful, a name was just a name. His concern however was for his friend." so what made you scream just now?" he asked

Harry looked hesitant. It seemed that whatever the nightmare had been, it had affected him greatly. "I don't think it's nightmares... Now that I come to think of it, it wasn't a dream at all" Harry explained and then suddenly sprang from his bed and began pacing the room. Those shiny beads of sweat were back.

"for goodness sake, stop acting like that or we shall have to take you to madam Pomfret" George warned.

"Pomfrey... Yes... We shall have to go to the hospital" Harry rumbled like a man with a fever. "What the hell!" yelled Fred. "You know we have broken almost all the school rules by being here." The last thing we need is Pomfrey asking questions"

Troy was now watching his friend with fearful concern. He was certain that if Harry continued to act in this manner, they would eventually have to face madam Pomfrey, whatever the consequences.

"Are you certain you are well, Harry?" Troy implored. "At least I'm not mad if that is what you mean," Harry answered with a wave of his hand. "So what is bothering you?" "Why do we have to go to the hospital?" George asked confused by how things were unfolding

Harry still paced through the room restlessly, "because I think Ron and the rest have been kidnapped". He halted and stared at his friends. He knew that they didn't believe him. Heck! He was having trouble believing it himself. But the vision was so clear and lifelike that he knew it hadn't been a dream. Harry was certain that he had been in the dark lord's mind. That was the only explanation that made sense.

However, explaining this to his friends was another thing altogether. They would certainly think he had lost it. Which is why he needed them to see it for themselves.

"if you guys don't believe me. Let's go and find out. It won't hurt to be sure" Harry pleaded.

A worried look. Had now come over the twins, Harry's confidence had shaken them. Their doubts were now replaced by a concern for their family "

"By George, I hope you are wrong." Harry, Mother is going to kill us." Fred mourned

"you are right bro.... Molly is going to dice us and feed us to the gnomes". George replied. Watching the twins, Troy could not tell whether they were jesting or not. But seeing no funny grin or smugness that was the aftermath of their stunts, he decided that they were serious. And that frightened the hell out of him. Fred and George serious! That alone demonstrated their concern for their brother.

"Pency," Fred called in a soft, deliberate voice. One could have thought he was talking to himself. But a cracking sound that rang through the fregorge workshop ascertained that Pency had received the message nonetheless. The elf appeared to have been woken from sleep

"I am sorry to bother you, pal, we need your help," Fred said shamefacedly. The elf yawned. "Sir Weasley doesn't have to be sorry, it is Pency's pleasure to help." The creature said rubbing its beetroot eyes. "thank you Pency. "Would you please go to the ward and check if our friends are alright," Fred asked politely.

"Aye, that Pency will do sir" the elf bowed with a yawn and then disappeared with another crack. A minute passed with Fred now pacing the room just like Harry had done before. When another eco affirmed the elf's return, Fred rushed to his side. Pency was breathing heavily and was visibly shaken.

"Are you alright Pency?" Fred asked the elf. Pency took a deep breath. "Pency is fine sir Weasley, it's sir Weasley that Pency is worried about." the elf said breathing heavily. "what..., me!?" George exclaimed. The elf shook his head. "no.... Not you sir, I meant the little sir weasly". Fred stood up. with a start. "Ron, what is wrong with him?" he asked.

Pency shook his head again, "nothing wrong with him sir. Isn't it wrong that he even pursued Pency? ...he said Pency needed some burning"

"they are alright then thank goodness" George sighed with relief

"told you, Harry... Nothing is wrong. It was just a Dream" Fred said relieved that his brother was fine

Troy grunted. "except Ron seems to have become a fury, he now wants to burn people."

"Furies" yelled Harry jumping up from his bed again, "yes Furies... That's it, that is what I heard" Harry said with certainty. "you mean dreamt" Fred asked not seeing much sense. "what are they anyway?"

But Troy was already by Harry's side, he was now beginning to see his friend's reasoning. "you saw Furies?" Troy asked shaking harry

"yes... I saw them, I heard a voice telling me that his furies would bring something to me. Then I saw one of them glaring at me...as I asked it if it had kidnapped the kids and it said yes but it had covered up and no one would find out. Then I started laughing and that is when I woke up "

" screaming" George finished for him.

"We have to go to the hospital. Something is wrong". It was Troy's turn to pace the room in fear.

"not you now," said Fred, Pency just told you that Ron and the rest were fine"

"Yeah... And you don't find that weird? "We were there a few hours ago, and Ron couldn't stand by himself, let alone chase anyone around," Troy explained. A doubtful look appeared on George's face, but Fred was quick with an answer. "Well, I can't say I am surprised, Madam Pomfrey is good at her job," Fred countered.

"Listen, guys, we have to go there and see for ourselves. Furies can change themselves to look like anyone. Besides, we haven't told anyone yet, but on our first day, we encountered a hellhound in the corridors. Riptide scared it, but the next day our rooms were raided and Riptide was stolen. Also, something is blocking my iris messages and I know for sure guys that something bad is brewing up"

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