A Twist in Time (1)

Chapter Two

The two best friends quickly got ready for bed as the new four boys talked quietly with each other, obviously trying to make sure no one heard them. Harry understood that, there was a lot he, Ron, and Hermione talked about that other people in the school wouldn't understand, including many teachers. That was just the way it had turned out for them.

Harry lay awake for hours, dreading falling asleep knowing that the nightmares would come, just like they always did, it had been that way ever since that night of the third task. Well into the night his eyes fluttered and he could no longer keep them open and he drifted into slumber.

It didn't take long for the dreams to begin, it wasn't always the same one, sometimes he dreamed of along hallway that he didn't recognize but most of the time it was that same night, over and over.

The dream started the same as it always did, he and Cedric grabbed the Tri-Wizard Cup and was overcome with the familiar feeling of a portkey. When he opened his eyes again he found himself in the familiar graveyard. Just as it had been the first time around, just as it always was. Harry wasn't sure why he had these dreams but it also felt important for some reason that he didn't know. He wasn't sure where this feeling came from but he knew it was important.

"Kill the spare!" came the sound of Voldemort's cold voice and Harry's eyes travelled to Wormtail who carried the baby like Voldemort in his arms. His father's old friend listened to his master without hesitation and raised his wand pointing it at Cedric. Harry already knew that there was nothing he could do. There never was anything, it was always the same, he always had to watch Cedric die.

"Avada Kedavra!" came Peter Pettigrew's voice that Harry hated with a passion, he hated everything about this man, it was his fault his parents were dead and that his godfather Sirius had spent 12 years in Azkaban. Harry often wondered what his life would have been like if Pettigrew had never been in his parent's life or if he had never worked with Voldemort. Maybe then Harry would have had his parents. But Harry knew that was impossible.

As the spell collided with Cedric's chest he dropped to the ground, dead before he even hit the grass. It was just like it always was. The dream continued just as it always did, the same unbearable pain as the cruciatus curse made contact with him and the knife was dragged down his hand and into the large cauldron. The pain, the horror of his rising enemy, and his dead friend lying away from him.

Harry woke up with eight pairs of eyes staring and in a cold sweat. Harry saw the four new kids, one of which looked startlingly like him and he could have sworn he recognized him, but that wasn't his greatest concern. He stood up quickly without saying a word and grabbed Ron's arm and he recognized Hermione who must have heard him scream, he didn't scream every night but it did happen and that must have been how she knew.

He pulled them out of the dormitory without saying another word, truth be told he was pretty embarrassed, he didn't like bringing attention to himself, he did that enough by simply being alive. He didn't want to be the centre of attention all over again. He, Ron and Hermione, made their way to the common room where Harry collapsed into a chair with his head in his hands. "Was it bad tonight?" Hermione asked as she took a seat next to Harry on the sofa.

"Yeah," Harry answered, his voice barely louder than a whisper, the lingering pain from the cruciotus curse lingered on his skin but he was feeling better. He had to remind himself that it was over, at least for tonight.

Ron and Hermione had been through this so many times over the last month that they didn't even doubt it anymore. They knew they couldn't try and wake him up because that would only make things worse for Harry. Sometimes Harry would scream and that was what usually brought Hermione from the other room, adults in the order had tried to make things better for Harry but in the end, it hadn't helped. It was always the same and things weren't getting better.

The trio didn't go back to bed that night, it was already approaching five in the morning and Harry doubted that even if he wanted to he would be able to fall asleep. They stayed up the rest of the morning talking, well until about 7'oclock where they went back up to their respective dorms and got ready for their first day. Harry had a bad feeling about this year, something wasn't right. Something bad was going to happen.

They were the only ones awake and they tried to be as quiet as possible as not to wake anyone up. They got ready for the day before grabbing their bags and meeting Hermione back down in the common room. No matter how fast they got ready Hermione was always ready before them, maybe because she was always so prepared for everything. Harry was pretty sure that if she didn't go to class for the entire year she would still get all O's on her O.W.L's. he also knew that she was one of the reasons he had reached the age of 15.

"I know what class I'm not looking forward to, sorry, what two classes I'm not looking forward to. Wanna talk a guess?" Ron said as they descended the stairs, at that point in their education they didn't even need to look as they jumped over the false step. While they knew that they didn't know everything about Hogwarts, no one did, they were fairly confident that they knew it better than most students, the exception perhaps being the Weasley twins.

"Potions, obviously," Harry answered, he was pretty sure he was the only person who hated potions more than Ron, well, Neville might have given them a run for their galleons. And it wasn't even potions they hated, it was the teacher. Professor Snape, he hated them, Harry, especially, simply because he didn't like his parents. Harry was convinced that it was also because he was just a greasy-haired prat. "And Defense Against the Dark Arts what with that old Ministry toad as the teacher. Progress for the sake of progress must be discouraged," Harry said in his best impression of their new teacher. He made his voice as high and nasally as possible and even added a fake cough just for effect.

They finally arrived at the Great Hall and it was practically empty, there were two Hufflepuff first years and a handful of Ravenclaw fourth years as well as some teachers, but they had the Gryffindor table all to themselves, at least for a little while. Something told them that it was going to be an eventful year.

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I'M REWRITING THIS! YAY! IT'S BEEN ABOUT 3 YEARS SINCE I FIRST STARTED THIS BOOK AND AS I'M GOING THROUGH IT I REALIZED THAT IT NEEDS A LOT OF WORK SO THAT'S WHAT I'M DOING. HOPEFULLY, AFTER I REWRITE THIS NOW THINGS WILL MAKE MORE SENSE AND IT WILL FLOW BETTER.

LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK

-MEL