Reminisce In the Twilight

Reminisce In the Twilight

Disclaimer: I do not, I repeat, do NOT own J.K. Rowling’s “Harry Potter Series” or their characters. As much as I would like to own it and make thousands of dollars, I don’t. But I do own the Original Characters in this fictional story, in other words, you steal them and I sue! Mwa ha ha ha ha! Ahem, sorry. I got carried away. But as I was saying, in short: Harry Potter = Not mine = Don’t sue. Thank You and enjoy.

Genre: Romance, Angst, Humor

Rating: Rated R for sexual innuendo, adult situations, rape, sex, language, violence and death in later chapters.

Summery: It’s Harry Potter’s Seventh Year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But like every other year at Hogwarts, it’s never normal. This time, He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named has hired a hit man by the name of Twilight Viper, and has sent him to kill Harry! Meanwhile, Professor Snape is not getting along with the new Muggles History and Literature teacher, who despises him for a reason beyond his knowledge, yet she claims he is responsible for one of her worst memories that has scarred her for life! Literally! Will either of them survive this year?


Chapter Three: Now Sleep, Dear Children


As dinner ends, the hallways ring with the tides of students laughing, giving cheerful greetings and chatting. This sound was sweet to the ears of a Headmaster, and annoyance to a certain Potions Master. A crowd of Gryffindors bustled up the enchanted moving stairwells to the Fat Lady’s portrait. Practically all of them chatting about what had just happened in the Great Hall between two of their Professors. It was what looked like an argument between one of the most feared and despised teacher in the school, Professor Severus Snape, and the new teacher, Professor Nyaru Infinity. Amongst them, in all the chatter, was the “Dream Team”. Consisting of Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. Even they were quite shocked and confused by the behavior of these two teachers.

“Did you see the way he towered over her like that? The greasy git was totally ticked!” Ron exclaimed as they approached the Fat Lady’s portrait.
“Yeah, whatever she said must have really set him off.” Harry said then turned to the Fat Lady, “Whimsy Whippoorwills.”

The Fat Lady’s portrait swung open at the mention of the password and the large crowd of Gryffindors piled into the Common Room. The Trio sat down on one of the plush couches.

“As entertaining as it was, it still was very rude for them to start blowing up at each other in such a location with an audience.” Hermione commented, “And I don’t think Professor Lupin’s comment helped the situation much.”
“Are you kidding? It made it more entertaining!” Ron laughed, “The look on their faces when Lupin said that. Poor Professor Infinity, she must be scarred at the thought of being compared to a fighting couple with that big-nosed bastard. I know I would.”
“We all would.” Harry added, “It’s too bad we couldn’t hear what they were fighting about.”
“Something about bodily menstruations, and sadistic perverts.” Ron thought aloud.
“How pleasant.” Hermione said sarcastically, “Anyway, we should probably get ready for bed. We want to be well rested for our classes tomorrow.”
“Yes, Mother.” Ron rolled his eyes and watched as Hermione disbanded from the trio and went solo to the Girls’ dormitory.

And so the trio was for the time being a duo.

“I bet she isn’t going to bed right away.” Ron told Harry, “Probably gonna stick her nose in a book for a few hours until she falls asleep in it.”
Harry chuckled, “That sounds like Hermione alright.”
“So, what should we do until we actually feel like going to bed?” Ron asked.
“Wizard’s Chess?” Harry suggested.
“You read my mind.” Ron grinned, “I’ll go easy on you thise.” e.”
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, I’ve been practicing.” Harry smirked as the two of them headed for the Boys’ dormitory to fetch the chess board.


Several hours of Ron wiping the floor with Harry at Wizard’s Chess later, the duo retired for the night, along with the other Gryffindor boys. The boys chatted about Quidditch until the last of them drifted into sleep…

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As the hours past, the moon drifted through the sky, its crescent shape glowing brightly in contrast to the darkness. The clouds slowly glided through the atmosphere, causing a slight chilling breeze to whistle through the trees. As the students and faculty continued to sleep, a lone shadow, wrapped in the darkness of the night, stood upon the steeple roof of the Gryffindor tower. The shadowed figure basked in the radiance of the night. He adorned a tight black body suit that accented the swell of each muscle, onyx leather gloves, dark boots, and a jet black cloth wrapped around his head and face, only revealing his eyes to the world. The gentle caress of breeze caused his cape to swish and sway in a dance of grace wrapped in the utter sorrow of the dark. His shadowed eyes traced the sky to the moon, said moon glowing brightly as if to beckon him to his deed at hand. He shut his eyes tight as he began to sway from side to side to a silent melody and suddenly fell forward. The figure raced down as gravity pushed. A reflex of the hand, he found himself hanging from the edge of a windowsill above the grounds below. He began to swing back and forth until he swung himself onto the ledge of said windowsill. He turned to the window pulled out a wand, whispered a charm, and the window to swung open. The shadowed figure poked his head inside and surveyed the room. The walls were lined with four-poster beds each held the body of a young Gryffindor male. He slowly stepped into the room, gliding past each bed in search for something… no, someone. The man stopped as he came across a bed that embraced a young man with a thunder-bolt shaped scar upon his head amongst its covers. The man’s eyes flickered, for he had found what he was looking for. Harry Potter. The man glided into the center of the dormitory, pulling out his wand with one hand and clutched a silver Athame decorated with Celtic patterns and runes. The shadowed figure barely breathed the spell as its magic over took every boy in the room, except Harry. The man pocketed his wand and strode toward the young Boy-Who-Lived, then turned back to the other boys in the room.

“Nun schlaf, liebe Kinder.” The figure in shadow said in his low voice, “Seht ihr mich? Versteht ihr mich? Hört ihr mich? Könnt ihr mich hören?”

(Translation: “Now sleep, dear children.” “Do you see me? Do you understand me? Do you hear me? Can you hear me?”)

Silence was the answer to the man’s questions. He then turned to Harry, gripping the Celtic dagger tightly in his hand.

“Du werde mich hören, Harry Potter.” The man addressed the sleeping boy. “Ich kommen zu euch in der Nacht, Harry Potter. Ich verkünde den Sturz von Ihnen. Diese Tage sind eure dauern.”

(Translation: “You will hear me, Harry Potter.” “I come to you in the night, Harry Potter. I announce the fall of you. These days are your last.”)

The man approached the young boy, standing at his left. He raised the Athame high, letting it glint in the moonlight.

“Schlaf, liebes Kind.” The man whispered, caressing Harry’s cheek with the back of his hand, “Öffnen Sie Ihre Augen... Wachen Sie zum Tod auf!” he shouted and raised the dagger higher, about to stab the young man before him.

(Translation: “Sleep, dear child.” “Open your eyes... Wake up to death!”)

Suddenly, Harry’s eyes began to flutter open. His eyes reached the threatening gaze of the man towering over him. Harry’s eyes shot to the dagger in the man’s hand. The man just stood there, watching as fear over took the boy. Harry shut his eyes as a loud scream erupted from Harry’s throat, one that was loud enough to echo through the Gryffindor tower, to a decent radius in the hallways outside the Tower.

Harry waited… and waited… nothing came? Was he already dead? Harry slowly opened his eyes. Nothing. The shadowed figure was gone. He found himself sitting up in his bed, damp in a cold sweat. It was just a dream? It was just a dream. Yet it still lay fresh in his mind. Every single detail could be accounted for. For a dream, it seemed so real. Harry lay back in his bed, his head resting upon his pillow. His heart rate returned to normal. He would definitely have to tell this one to Hermione and Ron. Such an odd dream... He thought to himself as he drifted off back to sleep. The breeze from an open window, gently rustling through his matted dark hair…

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“Did you guys hear a scream last night?” Hermione asked as she approached Ron and Harry as they walked down the halls towards the Great Hall for breakfast.
“No, why?” Ron asked, trying his best to ignore his grumbling stomach.
“Well everyone in the Girl’s dormitory heard a scream in the middle of the night and it woke us all up. Did you guys hear it?” She asked.
“Well, no. I was fast asleep through out the whole night.” Ron told her.
“Oh, that was me.” Harry said sheepishly.
“You?” Hermione asked.
“Yeah, I had the heck of a nightmare. Sorry for waking you up.” He told her.
“That’s odd. Why didn’t Ron hear it? Ron, don’t you sleep in the bed next to Harry’s?” Hermione asked.
“Well, yeah.” Ron replied.
“And no one in the boy’s dorm was giving you a hard time for waking them up?” Hermione turned back to Harry.
“Come to think of it, they were all fast asleep.” Harry told her.
“Strange...” Hermione thought aloud, “How odd is it that your scream wakes up the whole girl’s dormitory, yet doesn’t rouse anyone in the boy’s?”

Hermione’s question went unanswered as it was drowned out by the chattering voices of various students as they entered the Great Hall. As they entered, they found a crowd of Gryffindors, with a few Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, all huddled together at one end of the table. Seamus looked up from the mass and waved the trio over. The trio rushed over to see what all the fuss was about.

“He’s been spotted! Someone actually got a picture of him!” Seamus told them.
“What are you talking about? Who’s been spotted?” Ron asked.
“Twilight Viper!” said a second year Ravenclaw from the crowd of students.

The trio was taken aback.

“What?! Where!?” Ron exclaimed.
“Take a look.” Dean handed Ron a copy of the Daily Prophet.

Before Ron could open it, Hermione quickly snatched it from his hands, opened it herself and looked over the article.

“It says here that he was spotted in a small village not far from Hogsmeade.” She told them a-matter-of-factly with a clam tone.

Harry’s stomach churned as flashes of his nightmare passed before his eyes. Could his dream be some sort of warning?

“Not a very good picture. It could be anyone if you ask me. It’s just a shadow.” Ron stated, sounding a bit disappointed.

Harry looked to see the front page photo of a dark figure on a roof top, a shadow against the moon. But the problem was, the image was too fuzzy to determine any detail.

“If you ask me, this sounds too much like a tabloid article. This picture is much too blurred to determine whether this IS Twilight Viper or a chimney! For all we know this reporter might even be pulling a Rita Skeeter!” Hermione told them.
“She’s got a point.” A sixth year Hufflepuff nodded.
“And besides,” Hermione continued, “why would Twilight Viper be even near here?”
“Some people think Twilight Viper works for You-Know-Who.” Dean suggested, “He could be after Harry.”

Harry’s face reflected his uneasy, panicked feeling.

“How could he? Since third year, Hogwarts’ defenses have been strengthened against intrusion, so he just can’t floo or apparate into the school. And even if he did get in, one of the portraits, Ms.Norris or one of the patrolling Professors are bound to see him! And if he was working for You-Know-Who, then why did he kill all those other wizards over the summer? They had no relation to You-Know-Who’s movement. And if Twilight Viper was working on his own accord, what would he have against Harry?” Hermione argued.

Hermione’s question was answered with silence.

“Exactly.” Hermione nodded.

With that, the crowd began to disperse, and return to their tables. The trio took their seats and began to shovel food onto their plates. Harry felt more relaxed. Hermione was right, Twilight Viper had nothing on him. He laughed to himself for questioning if his nightmare was more than a dream. Speaking of his nightmare, he was also glad they didn’t continue on the subject of his scream last night. Personally, Harry preferred not to talk about it. It made him feel a bit… for lack of a better term, silly for screaming becausstupstupid little nightmare. Harry heaved a sigh as he began to bite into his toast. Perhaps he could discuss it with Professor Lupin.

Harry looked up to the staff table. The staff, save a ever so grumpy Snape, was happily chatting and eating their breakfast. Harry quickly noticed an empty chair beside a half worried Professor Lupin. Harry watched as Lupin occasionally looked around then returned to his meal. The new Professor had not shown up for breakfast. Harry guessed the Professor was still a bit embarrassed about what had happened at the arrival dinner, or maybe she had been sacked already? Harry doubted she could have gotten sacked already. Harry quickly finished his breakfast, but before he could turn to talk with the others, to his surprise, his time table appeared on his plate. He looked at the classes he had today.

Monday: Care of Magical Creatures, break, Herbology, lunch, and Divination.

Sounds like a good start for the week, Harry thought to himself. Harry suddenly felt a presence over his shoulder.

“Looks like we got class with Hagrid and the Slytherins first thing.” Ron said, pointing to the first class of the day over Harry’s shoulder.
“Yeah.” Harry nodded with a frown.

Although Hagrid’s classes were always something to look forward to, the Slytherins usually always managed to give the Gryffindors a hard time.

“I hope they behave themselves this year.” Hermione said wistfully.
“Since when have they ever behaved themselves? Is that function even capable for them?” Ron snorted.
“Good point.” Hermione sighed.

Suddenly, the sound of someone clearing their throat drew everyone’s attention to the front. All eyes were on the Headmaster as he smiled brightly upon all of them with that twinkle in his eye.

“Before we all head to our first classes of the day, I would like to make one announcement.” He beamed, “It is my pleasure to announce this years Head Boy and Girl.”

All eyes were glued on Dumbledore as the room was covered in hushed anticipation.

“Ms. Granger, would you approach the Staff Table?” Dumbledore grinned and waved her over.

The room boomed with applause and whistles from all tables, save the Slytherins, as Hermione rose from her seat.

Harry leaned over to Ron, “She never told me she was made Head Girl.”
“She didn’t tell me either.” Ron shrugged, “I guess she wanted to keep it a surprise.”
“And what a surprise it is!” Harry commented and continued to applaud Hermione.

Hermione’s cheeks carried a light blush as she looked back to Ron and Harry, who applauded most enthusiastically as she walked up to the front. She felt a bit self-conscious as she strode up to the Staff Table before her teachers. Hermione stood in front of Dumbledore who motioned her to face the student body, which she complied as her face went beet red with blush. As soon as the applause died, the room was once again hushed to hear the name of their Head Boy.

“Could you please approach the Staff Table-” Dumbledore paused dramatically.

Every student literally held their breath.

“-Mr. Malfoy.” Dumbledore finished.

The Slytherin table erupted with applause as Malfoy sashayed to the front next to Hermione. All other tables were silent, save the few polite claps from those who did not know Malfoy all that well enough to hate him. Many students, especially from the Gryffindor table, had their jaws hanging loosely from their hinges from the shock. Hermione glared at Malfoy as he stood next to her smugly. She wasn’t all too surprised, for she found out about him being Head Boy on the Train when they were to give their instructions to the Prefects.

“I present to you, our Head Boy and Girl!” Dumbledore smiled brightly and raised his hands in the air to signal their applause.

Clapping filled the room once more, but not as enthusiastically as before. It was now mostly awkward applause.

Dumbledore leaned forward and spoke to the two students at the front, “I hope you two haven’t unpacked just yet, I have taken the liberty of asking the House Elves to move your belongings into your Head Girl/Boy quarters.”

Dumbledore thtraitraightened and dismissed the sea of students before him, and watched as they all rose from their tables and emptied into the entrance hall. Hermione quickly pushed through the crowd and eventually caught up with her friends.

“Congrats on being picked as Head Girl, ‘Mione.” Harry smiled and patted her on the back.
“Thanks Harry.” She beamed.
“How come you didn’t tell us you were chosen as Head Girl?” Harry asked.
“I wanted it to be a surprise.” She told him, “Were you surprised?”
“Well, yeah. But not just because you were chosen as Head Girl-”
“How in the name of Merlin did that Ferret ever get to be chosen as Head Boy?!” Ron burst out, sounding outraged as he interrupted Harry.
“I bet Snape had something to do with it.” Harry grumbled.
“Harry, I’m sure the Professor had no power in the matter of the decision. Though I wouldn’t put it past him if he did have a hand in it.” Hermione folded her arms.
“No kidding. That Ferret is like his favorite student. He’s the teacher’s pet Ferret.” Ron snorted.
“Well, let’s hurry, we have got to get to Hagrid’s before the bell rings or we’ll be late.” Hermione told them.

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Hagrid’s Hut, a small wooden house on the edge of the forbidden forest. Seventh year students from both Slytherin and Gryffindor stood out in front of the pumpkin patch, waiting for their teacher to emerge from his hut. The heavy wooden door swung open to reveal a large cheerful man that was Rubeus Hagrid. Hagrid approached the students with a wooden box, littered with what seemed to be tiny air holes, under one arm and a broad smile on his face.

“Good Mornin’ everyone.” Hagrid beamed.

The crowd of student buzzed with greetings, except for the few snarls and glares that came from the Slytherins.

“Today, I got somethin’ fun for us to do on our first day.” Hagrid told them. “Now, does anyone remember what a Niffler is?”

Harry remembered what Nifflers were. They had learned about them in his Forth Year, and Fred and George had left a couple of Nifflers with Lee Jordan when they left school in Harry’s fifth year because of one Delores Umbridge. Lee had levitated them into Umbridge's office through her window, where they cheerfully ran amuck, trashing the place and then attacked her when she walked in wanting her jewelry. Nifflers love shiny objects and couldn’t resist attempting to bite off Umbridge’s rings. Before Harry could raise his hand, Hagrid had already called upon Hermione who had her hand up even before Hagrid had finished his question.

“Nifflers are a black, fluffy, long-snouted creature which burrows in dirt with ease. They are strongly attracted to anything shiny, and they can be very useful for finding treasure. Because of this, Goblins have them as sort of pets. Nifflers live in lairs up to twenty feet underground and have litters of 6 - 8 young.” Hermione stated in her know-it-all tone.
“Very good, ‘Ermione. Thorough as always.” Hagrid beamed.

Hagrid placed the crate under his arm on the ground and opened it to reveal a whole mass of Nifflers, all with little tags attached to their tails.

“Now, before I give you a Niffler, I must warn ye,” Hagrid’s tone turned serious, “please take off any jewelry or anything shiny you might have on ye. As Hermione said, they love shiny things and won’t hesitate to bite them off of ya.”

Once everyone had taken off any jewelry they had, Hagrid instructed them to cup their hands as he gave one to each student. Many students made disgusted faces, while others cradled them affectionately as their Nifflers cuddled against their hands. Harry watched as one Slytherin girl refused to hold one, pleading that she found it hideous and shrieked every time Hagrid tried to put one in her hands. As Hagrid continued to coax the girl into holding the Niffler, Harry looked down at one in his hand. Harry examined the tag on its tail and noticed that the tag bore his name in big, bold letters: HARRY POTTER.

“What are we gonna do with these Hagrid?” Ron asked.
“Glad you asked.” Hagrid beamed once as he finally persuaded the girl to take the Niffler, “I thought we could monitor the treasure hunting abilities of Nifflers through a little game just like in your forth year as a review.”

“What kind of game?” Dean asked.
“Well, I’ll tell ye. I placed several pieces o’ leprechaun gold on the grounds around my house. Whoever collects the most shiny object with their Niffler by the end of class gets a special secret prize.” Hagrid explained to the class.

Ron grinned from ear to ear. In forth year, his Niffler found the most leprechaun gold and he won a boxHoneHoneyduke’s Chocolates. He deeply hoped that his Niffler would bring him another victory. The students began to buzz with excitement.

“Ready? Go!” Hagrid shouted.

All the students let go of their Nifflers onto the ground and began to chase after them. Harry and Ron ran side by side as their Nifflers raced to find a shiny object they both apparently had sniffed out. Harry and Ron laughed as they followed the little creatures behind Hagrid’s hut. But as they turned the corner, they stopped short and stared wide eyed at what they found. Before them was a large shiny metal cage, about the same size of Hagrid’s hut. Inside the cage was the most peculiar creature they had very seen. To what they could see, the creature had the head of a lion, the body of a she-goat and the tail of a serpent! Both Ron and Harry scooped up their Nifflers and stared dumbly at the sleeping beast. Suddenly Hagrid rushed over to see where they had gone off to. Hagrid gave a surprised gasp to find Harry and Ron staring at his new pet.

“H-H-‘Arry! Ron! What are you doing back here?” Hagrid asked.
“Hagrid…” Harry turned to the half-giant, “…what is that thing?”
“Why that’s Trixie, my new pet.” Hagrid told him.
“Hagrid… that’s a Chimera!” Ron exclaimed.
“Indeed it is.” Hagrid nodded.
“Hagrid, that’s a blood thirsty Chimera! This thing is Class A Non-Tradable Goods!” Ron told him.
“Their eggs are, Ron.” Hagrid told him.
“But you can’t possibly have this here, it’s a vicious beast! They’re known to attack without mercy and they breathe fire!” Ron told him.
“I-I know, but that cage will hold her. She won’t be attacking students or nothing. Dumbledore says I can keep her if she’s locked up at all times.” Hagrid explained.
“You didn’t get her illegally over the summer did you?” Harry asked.
“Well, I er…”
“Hey, what are you three doing over here?” Hermione asked holding her Niffler and a hand full of shiny leprechaun gold coins.

Hermione looked past them and let out a gasp.

“Oh my! A Chimera!” Hermione then turned to Hagrid, “Hagrid you didn’t?”
“I… couldn’t help myself. Look at her!” Hagrid walked over to the cage and fawned over the sleeping beast, “All snuggly-wuggly in her cage sleeping soundly. How could something like that possibly hurt anyone?” Hagrid turned back to the Trio.
“Don’t you remember what happened to Norbert? And Buckbeak? If the Ministry finds you you got her illegally, or if it hurts someone the least little bit, it’ll either be ‘put down’ or taken away.” Hermione told him.
“Hermione’s right, you best be careful with… Trixie.” Ron told him.

Hermione gave Harry and Ron an odd look and mouthed, ‘Trixie?!’ They both returned it with a look that said, ‘We’ll tell you later.’

“Don’t worry, you three. I’ll take extra special care of Trixie. No one will even know she’s here.” Hagrid assured them.

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The rest of the day went by pretty swiftly. Millecent Bulstrode had collected the most leprechaun gold with her Niffler. Although, by the look of a few Gryffindors with messed up hair, black eyes, and Indian ropes burns on their arms, Harry and Ron suspected her Niffler had a little… “help”.

Herbology with the Ravenclaws was mostly uneventful. Professor Sprout had them harvest aconite which was to be delivered to Professor Snape at the end of Class. Poor Neville had been chosen to take what had been harvested straight to his classroom when class was over. If there was so much as a bruise on one of the leaves or a petal was missing, everyone knew Snape would give him hell for it.

Lunch was pretty uneventful as well. Seamus was still going on about Twilight Viper. Harry began to feel quite uncomfortable. Ever since Dean mentioned earlier about the possibility of the Wizard Murderer could be after him, he began to think more and more about his nightmare. It seemed so real…

“Hey, Harry!” a voice woke him from his train of thought.
“Yeah, what is it, Ron?” Harry turned to the red-head.
“Hermione has invited us to check out her Head Girl quarters before class. You coming?” Ron asked.
“Sure.” Harry nodded.

Anything to get his mind off that nightmare.

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“Wow, so roomy.” Ron smiled as he plopped down on one of the couches.
“This is basically the living area. And that’s my bed over there. And that door leads to the Gryffindor Common room, and that door opens to the bathroom.” Hermione said as she gave Harry a tour of her Head Girl quarters.
“Very cozy.” Harry commented as he collapse onto the couch next to Ron.
Hermione smiled, “So anyway, since we are all away from the commotion, I thought we could-”
“Hermione! You dirty girl! We didn’t know you were into ménage a trios!” Ron joked.
“Ha ha, very funny Ron.” Hermione glared, “Before I was so rudely interrupted, I thought that maybe we would finish our conversation from earlier this morning.”

Harry’s stomach tightened.

“So Harry, what exactly was that nightmare about?” Hermione asked.
“Yeah, it must have been one heck of a nightmare to make you scream.” Said Ron.
“Well…” Harry trailed off.
“Harry.” Hermione’s voiced in a soft tone and sat next to him on the couch, “You can tell us. We’re your best friends. Aren’t we?”
“Yeah, you can tell us, mate. We won’t laugh at you or nothin’.” Ron told him.
“Alright… I had this dream… a nightmare really… about a figure in black clothing entered the dormitory through the window and spoke in a foreign language. He carried a strange dagger. He was about to stab me with it… then… I woke up.” Harry told them.
“Weird…” Ron thought aloud, “Do you think you might have been dreaming about Twilight Viper?”
“I don’t know.” Harry told him, “But one thing that was really strange about it was, it seemed so real…”
“Harry, that’s impossible. Your dream was probably created from the thought of the news paper article Neville showed us yesterday.” Hermione told him.
“Maybe…” Harry sighed, brushing his hand through his hair.
“Anyway, we better get to class. Look at the time! If you guys don’t head off now you’ll be late for that waste-of-time Divination Class.” Hermione told them and shooed them out of her quarters, through the door to Gryffindor Common room.

Harry and Ron rushed to grab their supplies for Divination and raced through the portrait hole. As they raced down the stairwells, Ron suddenly stopped. Harry stopped as well and looked back at his friend.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked.
“Bloody hell, I took the wrong blasted text!” Ron cursed, “Look, I’m gonna go back and get it. You go on ahead, I’ll catch up.”

Harry nodded and watched Ron race up the stairwells, then turned and raced down the hallway towards the North Tower. Harry dodged students as he spend his way towards his next class, hoping no teacher would spot him running. Harry came to the hallway that lead toward the staircase to the Divination classroom. With some luck, he could make it to class in time. But as luck would have it, he suddenly tripped over a loose tile on the floor and knocked someone in his path to the ground. Harry sat up and looked around. Books, quills, half a sandwich, and several bottles of ink (luckily enchanted with a shatter resistant spell) were scattered all over the floor around him.

“Oh hell, I’m sorry. You see, I was in a hurry and-” Harry froze in mid sentence once he looked up to see who he bumped into.

Right in front of him sitting on her bottom, rubbing her head was the New Professor that was sitting beside Lupin the other day, had the argument with Snape and didn’t show up for breakfast or lunch today. She wore a quite similar pair of robes to the one she wore yesterday, except the fabric that was red yesterday was now a deep burgundy and her hair was now tied back in a messy bun.

“Oh Merlin, I’m so sorry Professor.” Harry apologized again and started picking up the books, quills and ink bottles separating his from hers.

She looked down on him with her icy blue eyes and smiled weakly.

“It’s quite alright. I can pick them up.” She got up on her knees and began to help him pick up the scattered supplies.

Harry saw her look up at him and smile warmly as he handed her one of her books. But suddenly her expression changed to a surprised look as she spotted his scar.

“Oh my gods. Harry Potter?” She exclaimed.
“Uh, yeah.” Harry nodded.
“Oh Merlin! You looks so much like James! I should have known! How blind of me.” She laughed to herself and held out her hand in greeting, “I am, as you found out yesterday, Professor Nyaru Infinity. I went to school with your parents.”

Harry mouth was a gape for a few moments then smiled and shook her hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Harry smiled.
“My, my, Remus told me you were attending here for your seventh year, but I never thought I would get to see you before you attended my class. This is such an Honor!” She beamed, “My goodness! You have your mother’s eyes! Has anyone told you that?”
Harry laughed, “I hear it practically all the time.”
Professor Infinity laughed as well, “Quite. So how are you, Harry?”
“I’m good. And you?” he asked.
“A bit distressed with getting ready for my classes tomorrow. So much to do you know. And as you can see, a bit puckish.” She chuckled as she held up the now filthy half of a sandwich, “Not that this will do me any good now.”
“I’m really sorry.” Harry apologized once more.
She waved her hand at him, “Not to worry, not to worry. It was completely my fault. I for one wasn’t watching where I was going and I should know better than to carry a ton of books around in the halls while students are rushing to class.”

Harry smiled. There was a question he wanted to ask that was now nagging at him since she mention she knew his parents.

“Did you really know my parents?” He asked.

It was a rarity to run into anyone who knew his parents from their school years and just had to find out.

“Why yes. I was being tutored in Charms by your mother, Lily. Through her, I met your father, Sirius, Peter and Remus. Although I was a year behind them, I was considered an acquaintance at the least.” She chuckled.
“Wow, you were a Gryffindor too?” Harry asked.
“Er, no. I was in a different house.” She told him.
“Oh? Which house?” he asked.

Her expression changed to an unreadable one. Then suddenly her eyes traced to a book in front of him.

“Oh, what do we have here?” She said picking up the book, and read the title out loud “‘Unfogging the Future.’ I see you were off to Divination before we accidentally bumped into one another.”

Professor Infinity rose to her feet, brushed herself off and picked up her books and supplies. She then held out a hand to Harry and helped him up as well after he picked up his own things.

“Anyway, I should not hold you any longer. Class starts in about three minutes, so you better start running. Don’t worry, I won’t deduct any points. At least not this time.” She grinned.
“Thank you, Professor.” Harry smiled broadly.
“Think nothing of it. Now hurry along. Shoo!” She waved him off and headed down the hallway in the opposite direction.

Harry watched her walk away for a quick moment, then bolted towards the tower.

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Divination was, as always, boring and most uneventful. …Save the times when someone’s death (usually Harry’s) was predicted. Ron had made it late to class. For some reason, he had a hard time finding his Divination text. Apparently someone had gone into his trunk and switched some of the covers of the texts. Both determined it was Ron’s twin brothers’ doing. Fred and George. A pair of pranksters who now owned their own joke shop called Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes.

Upon return to the Gryffindor Tower. Harry and Ron found the whole Common Room deserted. Suddenly they heard a lot of commotion coming from the Boys’ Dormitory. Harry and Ron rushed up the stairs to find every single Gryffindor huddled around Harry’s bed. All of them seemed to be gawking at something. As they approached the crowd spread to let them through. Seamus, Neville, Hermione and Dean were standing in front of the bed and turned to face Harry with a grim look that the four of them seemed to share at the moment.

“What’s going on?” Ron asked, “Harry didn’t receive another new broomstick did he?”
“No Ron, something terrible has been discovered.” Hermione told him, then turned to Harry, “Harry, please promise you won’t be upset.”
“Hermione, what’s going on?” Harry asked.
“…Harry, do you remember that nightmare you had last night?” Hermione asked.
“Yes. What’s going on?” Harry asked impatiently.
“Well, that wasn’t a dream.” Hermione told him grimly.
“What?!” Harry exclaimed.
“Take a look.” Dean told him.

Hermione, Seamus, Neville and Dean moved out of the way. Harry approached his bed and gasped at what he saw. There, carved into the headboard of his four poster bed, were two words…

Twilight Viper.

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To Be Continued…

Ooo! Spooky! Yay! Another chapter accomplished! So as it turns out, Harry’s nightmare was not a nightmare after all! But what will he do when Twilight Viper comes back for him? And why didn’t Professor Infinity tell Harry what house she was in when she attended Hogwarts? All will be revealed in the next chapter! I promise it will get better. Please Review!