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Moonlight Sonata

"Oliver, write me a sonata," Harry said.

"Sonata?" Oliver asked, looking bewildered.

"You know, like 'Moonlight Sonata,'" Harry said.

"Are you mad?" Oliver said. "I'm no good at music. The only thing I'm good at is Quidditch."

"Write me a sonata," Harry repeated. "And make it ten pages long."

Oliver threw up his hands in exasperation and stomped from the room. Just then the door opened and Professor Sprout waltzed in with Professor Flitwick.

"All right there Harry?" Professor Flitwick called as they passed.

"Yes, I'm fine," Harry said.

Flitwick and Sprout waltzed through the door on the other side of the room and out of sight.

Harry scratched his head in bewilderment at seeing both of his Professors in his living room. He didn't have time to wonder why, however, because a door had suddenly opened up in the ceiling. Harry climbed up the wall, opened it and walked through. The room beyond the door was dark and filled with floating candles.

"Hiya Harry. All right there?" a voice behind him asked.

Harry groaned. It was Colin Creevey.

"No! I'm not all right!" he shouted.

He ran in the opposite direction, desperate to get away from Colin and his camera. He wrenched open the nearest door and sprinted through it, only to find that the next room was not much better. There was the sound of rattling breath, coming from somewhere off in the distance. Everything was becoming cold and Harry felt as though he would never feel happiness again. A hundred dementors were closing in around him. Harry pulled out his wand.

"Expecto Patronum!" he screamed, pointing it at the dementors.

A silvery wisp shot out of his wand. He was beginning to hear screaming inside his head.

"Don't kill Harry! He's only a baby!"

Harry collapsed and suddenly he was falling down, through the floor. He was falling into a black hole, into nothingness.

"Aaargh!" he screamed.

"Harry! Harry what's wrong?" he heard someone asking.

He felt someone shaking him.

"Wha-?" he mumbled, sitting up in bed.

"Harry, what happened?" Ron asked. "Are you okay?"

He was staring at Harry with a worried expression on his face.

"Ron, it's okay," he said. "I just had a nightmare. That's all."

"Oh, okay." Ron said. "Sorry to wake you up but I thought it might have been something serious."

He was looking rather embarrassed now. His ears were starting to glow red.

"It's okay," Harry said. "Thanks for making sure that I'm okay."

"You're welcome, I guess," Ron said.

He walked across the room and climbed into his own bed, which was next to Harry's. Harry rolled over and pulled the blankets over his head. He sighed and tried to get back to sleep.

The End