My dream thou brok’st not

I\'ve done it again; had an idea for another fic and decided to write bits whilst I could, instead of concentrating on the fics I\'ve already got going!

Anyway, this one is called \'My dream thou brok’st not\' from John Donne\'s poem:

\'My dream thou brok’st not, but continued’st it.
Thou art so true that thoughts of thee suffice
To make dreams truths and fables histories;
Enter these arms, for since thou thought’st it best
Not to dream all my dream, let’s act the rest.\'

The title of this chapter is \'Not some crazy dream?\' from Iron Maiden\'s \'Hallowed Be Thy Name\'.


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\"Avada Kedavra!\"

\"Cedric!!\"

Harry woke with a jolt.
His mouth was dry and his throat wouldn\'t allow the scream that his chest was trying to issue.
He sat up quickly, trembling at the memory, and reached out for the glass of water on his bedside cabinet.
He\'d been having a lot of nightmares recently, about Cedric, about his friends, even about Quirrell.
He shuddered at the memory.
\'Maybe\', he thought, \'I\'m going nuts.\'

He sighed, put the glass down, and lay back in the covers.
He\'d considered going to Dumbledore when the nightmares had started; his scar hurt during them and for a bit afterwards, but he felt rather stupid worrying about nightmares.
He\'d seen a lot of bad things, that gives people nightmares. Anyway, everyone would just think he was weak if he admitted he was scared of his dreams.

He wouldn\'t mind so much if he could just get a decent night\'s sleep for once.
He resolved to ask Madam Pomfrey for a draft of dreamless sleep when he got back to school.

-- X --

\"Harry come on!\" shouted Ron, \"I can\'t believe you haven\'t packed yet! You\'ve known we were coming to get you today for a whole month!\"

Harry scratched the back of his head and looked around his room.
His school books were scattered around the room, along with half-empty ink pots, a couple of quills and even half a dead mouse that he assumed Hedwig had left him during the night.

\"Umm.. yeah... I\'ve been kinda busy...\" he muttered.

\"Busy? With what? It\'s not even like you can threaten to turn fat-boy into a mouse. THEY know you can\'t do magic at home\"

\"Umm... school work.. catching up.. you know..\"

Ron stared at him, mouth agape.
\"School work.. in the holidays... Oh my god Harry, we\'ve got to get you out of here now! Come on, let\'s get your stuff together!\"

Harry sighed and started to collect up his books.
He couldn\'t really tell Ron what he\'d been up to.
Lying in bed all day wondering if you\'re going mad isn\'t much of an occupation.
Especially when you can\'t talk to anyone about it.
Well at least he was going to The Burrow for the last couple of weeks of holiday.

He smiled as he thought of being free again, being able to go out into fields rather than skulk around hiding from the Dursleys in their estate.

The thought cheered him up and he and Ron quickly packed his trunk.
Grabbing Hedwig and his coat, he raced Ron downstairs to where Mr Weasley was waiting with a big grin.

\"Hello Harry! How are you?\"

\"Great, thanks Mr Weasley. My Trunks upstairs, could you float it down for me?\"

Arthur Weasley smiled and headed upstairs to Harry\'s room.

Harry turned to grin at Ron and caught a glimpse of someone lurking next to the kitchen doorway.

The Dursleys had been surprisingly quiet since the Weasleys had arrived. Harry wondered if they were pretending the Weasleys weren\'t here.

He smirked and walked straight into the kitchen.

Crash!

\"Oh sorry, Aunt Petunia! I didn\'t realise you were right behind the door!\"

\"You... umm.. that\'s quite all right, Harry... I was just getting something from that cupboard...\"

Harry grinned.

\"Well Harry,\" Mr weasley said, appearing behind him. Noticing Aunt Petunia he smiled kindly. \"Hello Mrs Dursley! We\'re all done now. You are sure you\'ve got everything you need, Harry?\"

\"Positive, Mr Weasley.\"

\"Great, great, shall we be going then?\"

Harry looked around the kitchen. He never missed this place when he wasn\'t here. Nor did he miss the Dursleys. Quite the opposite.

Mr Dursley made an appearance from around the corner.

\"So, off are you?\"

\"Yes.\"

\"Good.\"

\"Well... I guess I\'ll see you next year.\"

\"I guess you\'ll have to.\"

Arthur Weasley frowned. He could never believe how rude Mr Dursley was.
He cleared his throat.
\"Yes, well... let\'s get going, Harry, we don\'t want to hit traffic.\"

Harry smiled at him gratefully.
\"Bye then\" he shot at his Aunt and Uncle before walking quickly out of the door with Ron.