Disclaimer: I don't own the poem (A Dream), which is by Edgar Allen Poe.
I also don't own any of the Harry Potter characters.
A/N: The only characters I am taking credit for are Katrina Silver, Zack Silver, Rex, Bonnie Wright, Annabel Wright, Michael Wright, and any other characters that you don't recognize.
Warning: **SPOILERS**
Prologue
In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed; But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On things around him, with a ray Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream, that holy dream, While all the world were chiding, Hath cheered me as a lovely beam A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro' storm and night, So trembled from afar- What could there be more purely bright In Truth's day-star?
- Edgar Allen Poe
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The New Girl
"Ack!"
Instinctively, Harry Potter reached out and grabbed the young lady to keep her from falling.
"Sorry about that," he said, embarrassed at having bumped into her.
"That's fine," she said coolly, looking up.
Harry couldn't tear his eyes away.
Her straight raven-black hair hung like silk just below her shoulders. Lights illuminated her incredibly fair and perfectly sculpted visage. Two profound sapphire eyes regarded him coldly, until they widened with recognition.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine," she said snappishly.
"Um, I'm Harry Potter," he ventured to say, extending his hand.
"I know," she said, taking it with her own, ice-cold hand. "I'm Katrina Silver."
Harry glanced around the platform. Smoke billowing from it, the Hogwarts Express sat on the track like an impatient child. Rain came down in dense sheets, running down the sides of the train.
All the way at the entrance, he could see the Order and the Weasley children (with the exception of Percy). They were probably looking for him.
"See you around," he said, smiling.
She nodded, not smiling back and sauntered to a young man who looked like an older, male version of her.
Harry was greeted with a loud bang as he came to his party. Hermione's trunk had popped open.
"Oh dear," she said, flustered. "I knew all the books wouldn't fit, but there's nothing else I could do."
"Why did you take all those advanced classes?" questioned Ron, shaking his head. "I always said you were mad."
"Hush, Ron," admonished Mrs. Weasley. "Here, let me help you with that."
"Hey, Ron," said Harry quietly. "Did you meet that new girl?"
Ron shook his head. "Who is she? Where is she?"
Harry scanned Platform 9 ¾, and scowled. After he had left, Malfoy had cornered Katrina.
"The one talking to Malfoy," he explained.
Ron frowned. "She can't be too good if she's talking Malfoy," he commented.
"But she's new. And she has an American accent, so she wouldn't know what a bastard he is," argued Harry.
Ron shrugged.
The train whistle startled them all.
"Hurry, get on," said Mrs. Weasley, ushering them on.
"Good bye, Harry."
"Take care of yourself, boy."
"Be careful, dear."
Harry sighed. Nobody would understand what he was going through. Nobody understood at all. He was trying to act normal, but there they were, cautioning and reprimanding him.
He wanted nothing more than to forget about Sirius and his death and to forget about the prophecy. But he couldn't. It just wasn't possible.
"Is it alright if I sit here?" came a voice. "Everywhere its full, and it's kinda nice to sit with somebody you actually know."
All of them looked up quickly to see Katrina standing there.
Hermione raised her eyebrows slightly disapprovingly.
"I'm not-" she began.
"Of course," said Harry. He helped her pull her trunk inside.
"These are my best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Hermione, Ron, this is Katrina Silver."
"Hi," Katrina said sweetly. "Oh, and Harry, sorry about being so rude. I- well-whenever I leave my brother, Zack, I feel so awful. I hella miss him when I'm away from him."
"It's okay," said Harry.
She smiled at Hermione. "I know you don't like me right now, but do you like stories?"
"Well, sure," replied Hermione, shrugging.
"I have a particular story I would like to share with you all. It's a frickin' long story, so I won't tell you the whole thing right now."
That was perfect. Getting lost into a story would somewhat take his mind off Sirius and the prophecy (strange how that had become one item-it was always "Sirius and the prophecy").
She gazed at the window as thunder rumbled gently.
"Are you ready? Well, here it goes."
A/N: The only characters I am taking credit for are Katrina Silver, Zack Silver, Rex, Bonnie Wright, Annabel Wright, Michael Wright, and any other characters that you don't recognize.
Warning: **SPOILERS**
Prologue
In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed; But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On things around him, with a ray Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream, that holy dream, While all the world were chiding, Hath cheered me as a lovely beam A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro' storm and night, So trembled from afar- What could there be more purely bright In Truth's day-star?
- Edgar Allen Poe
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The New Girl
"Ack!"
Instinctively, Harry Potter reached out and grabbed the young lady to keep her from falling.
"Sorry about that," he said, embarrassed at having bumped into her.
"That's fine," she said coolly, looking up.
Harry couldn't tear his eyes away.
Her straight raven-black hair hung like silk just below her shoulders. Lights illuminated her incredibly fair and perfectly sculpted visage. Two profound sapphire eyes regarded him coldly, until they widened with recognition.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine," she said snappishly.
"Um, I'm Harry Potter," he ventured to say, extending his hand.
"I know," she said, taking it with her own, ice-cold hand. "I'm Katrina Silver."
Harry glanced around the platform. Smoke billowing from it, the Hogwarts Express sat on the track like an impatient child. Rain came down in dense sheets, running down the sides of the train.
All the way at the entrance, he could see the Order and the Weasley children (with the exception of Percy). They were probably looking for him.
"See you around," he said, smiling.
She nodded, not smiling back and sauntered to a young man who looked like an older, male version of her.
Harry was greeted with a loud bang as he came to his party. Hermione's trunk had popped open.
"Oh dear," she said, flustered. "I knew all the books wouldn't fit, but there's nothing else I could do."
"Why did you take all those advanced classes?" questioned Ron, shaking his head. "I always said you were mad."
"Hush, Ron," admonished Mrs. Weasley. "Here, let me help you with that."
"Hey, Ron," said Harry quietly. "Did you meet that new girl?"
Ron shook his head. "Who is she? Where is she?"
Harry scanned Platform 9 ¾, and scowled. After he had left, Malfoy had cornered Katrina.
"The one talking to Malfoy," he explained.
Ron frowned. "She can't be too good if she's talking Malfoy," he commented.
"But she's new. And she has an American accent, so she wouldn't know what a bastard he is," argued Harry.
Ron shrugged.
The train whistle startled them all.
"Hurry, get on," said Mrs. Weasley, ushering them on.
"Good bye, Harry."
"Take care of yourself, boy."
"Be careful, dear."
Harry sighed. Nobody would understand what he was going through. Nobody understood at all. He was trying to act normal, but there they were, cautioning and reprimanding him.
He wanted nothing more than to forget about Sirius and his death and to forget about the prophecy. But he couldn't. It just wasn't possible.
"Is it alright if I sit here?" came a voice. "Everywhere its full, and it's kinda nice to sit with somebody you actually know."
All of them looked up quickly to see Katrina standing there.
Hermione raised her eyebrows slightly disapprovingly.
"I'm not-" she began.
"Of course," said Harry. He helped her pull her trunk inside.
"These are my best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Hermione, Ron, this is Katrina Silver."
"Hi," Katrina said sweetly. "Oh, and Harry, sorry about being so rude. I- well-whenever I leave my brother, Zack, I feel so awful. I hella miss him when I'm away from him."
"It's okay," said Harry.
She smiled at Hermione. "I know you don't like me right now, but do you like stories?"
"Well, sure," replied Hermione, shrugging.
"I have a particular story I would like to share with you all. It's a frickin' long story, so I won't tell you the whole thing right now."
That was perfect. Getting lost into a story would somewhat take his mind off Sirius and the prophecy (strange how that had become one item-it was always "Sirius and the prophecy").
She gazed at the window as thunder rumbled gently.
"Are you ready? Well, here it goes."