Real quick here. My take on the movie is that you don’t have any interaction with other people while you’re ‘in’. Ginny, Seamus, and Neville are all in there, but unable to notice or converse with each other. I’m going to watch it again, but for right now, that is how I’m going to play it. Anyway, carry on….

They landed in a room that was rather dark. What looked like dust covers had been thrown over the furniture, making it look like ghosts filled the room. A light so green that they could taste it came from somewhere down the hall, followed by an evil laugh. Harry had been standing in the hallway but after the green eruption he launched himself down the hallway at top speed but seemed to get no where. The corridor grew at an equal rate. Finally, Harry made it to the room. The two were joined by Ginny during the last part of his run and they all saw as Harry turned the corner and saw a dark figure standing over the body of a man who lay crumpled. The man in black’s attention was now on a woman in the corner.

Harry was trying to scream but couldn’t find his voice. The three hitchhikers all came to the conclusion that this was Voldemort and he was killing Harry’s parents and they watched in mute horror as it unfolded. The man in black’s wand raised and centered on the woman. She screamed and an envelop of green light surrounded her. The three felt Harry’s sadness and it nearly made them sick.

Harry finally found his voice. An ear-shattering shout erupted and the man in black stepped back from the two corpses. “What have you done?” Harry yelled at the black man. He got no reply. The inside of Harry began to heat up. All three felt it. It was like they’d stepped into a sauna. Then they felt the hate. Absolute, pure hate. The dream-Harry grinned and the man in black took another step back and pulled his hood down. He grinned at them, an evil grin full of blackness.

Harry threw his own robe to the floor and reached a single hand out to the man, palm open. The man in black started to raise his wand but Harry only smiled and began to close his hand. The wand fell from his hand and both hands were frantically groping his chest, like he was trying to rip it open. His eyes locked with all of them, and he stopped struggling. The smile returned again. “Good,” he said, “take my place, Harry.”

Harry finished squeezing his hand together and the man dropped to the floor, as dead as Harry’s parents. Harry stood there for a long time, looking at the three bodies and at himself in the mirror that appeared to his right. He shuddered and Seamus and Neville began their slide out. “No, not now!!” one of them cried and they soon landed in the grass outside the castle.

“Holy cow, Seamus! Did you feel all that?

“I don’t know if I should be in awe or scared out of my mind. Did you feel the hate he had? It was almost touchable.”

“Yeah, I felt it all right. Look, I still have goose bumps on my arms,” Neville pulled his sleeve up and there they were, all over his arm.”

“Remind me to never, and I do mean never, Neville, piss off a boy named Harry Potter.”

“No kidding. It was horrible though, wasn’t it? Seeing your own parents murdered in your dreams like that?”

“Without a doubt. Seeing it once would be bad enough, but if he had the dream every night….”

“That might explain why he tosses and turns so much, wouldn’t it, Seamus?”

“Yes it would. Now let’s say we go and continue this discussion inside, where it’s warm and there is food, what do you think?”

“I think that’s a great idea. My nose hairs are starting to freeze up.”

“It appears I’m rubbing off on you, Neville, that sounded very much like something I’d say.”

“Well, you know the expression, ‘you lay down with dogs and you’re bound to get fleas’ or something like that.”

“So now you’re laying down with me Neville? That’s great. But what will Ginny say when I tell her the wedding’s off?”

Neville rolled his eyes and started off up the hill to the school. “Come on, Seamus, I’m cold.” Seamus laughed maniacally and caught up with Neville.

“You know, you could just give in and--” Seamus started, but Neville interrupted him.

“I could, but then I’d miss you fawning over me, Seamus,” Neville said with a smirk, completely silencing Seamus. They continued their return and had just reached a side door when Seamus spoke back up.

“I don’t ‘fawn’ over you, Neville.”

“Sure you don’t. let’s get some breakfast.” Neville was grinning broadly, finally having won an argument with the Irish lad.

---Back in Harry---

Ginny watched as Harry looked in the mirror. A single tear fell from his eye. He turned away and looked at the bodies of his parents. The man in black’s body had disappeared. “Mum, dad,” he cried out softly, “I killed him. But I did it out of anger. I’m no better than he is.” his parents just lay there. Harry picked his robes back up, and they seemed to be quite a bit darker than they were a few minutes before, and put them on. He drew the hood up and turned back to the bodies. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. Harry started walking down the hall and then Ginny began her slide out.

“Ouch. Where the heck am I? And where the hell was I?” she asked herself as she climbed out of the grass. “And better yet, where are Seamus and Neville? Someone has some explaining to do.” she saw that she was on the edge of the forbidden forest and began making her way up to the school, puzzled at what had just went on

“Why did I see Harry’s parents being killed? What was going on?” she had no answers for her questions and she decided to go back to the common room to find Neville and Seamus and get the answers.

This is shorter than I meant it to be, so I’ll make a fat chapter next. The dream wasn’t to be that dark originally, but I just let it go where it wanted to and you saw the results. Get ready for a long conversation between the three, and find out what happens next. Drop me a review or twelve, I like them almost as much as cheese cake with cherries.

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