From Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire:
"Kill the spare."
A swishing noise and a second voice, which screeched the words into the night: "Avada kedavra."
A blast of green light brazed through Harry's eyelids, and he heard something heavy fall into the ground beside him; the pain in his scar reached such a pitch that he retched, and then it diminished; terrified of what he was about to see, he opened his stinging eyes.
Cedric was lying spread-eagled on the ground beside him. He was dead.
The book snapped close. Annabelle placed the book on the bedside table and settled herself on the bed. It was always a bit difficult for her to read this scene. It was the first death that occurred since Lord Voldemort was resurrected. Not to mention that she always had a soft spot for Cedric Diggory. She sighed, wondering why Cedric Diggory had to be killed off and what would have happen if he was spared from the death that was predestined for him. This was the reason why Annabelle is an avid reader of fan fictions. She likes to immerse herself in a universe, where her favorite characters do not die, and yet the 'Potterverse' still lives happily ever after.
It was with thoughts of different Potterverse that Annabell drifted to sleep.
It was just another ordinary, or as ordinary as it can be, day in Hogwarts, but if the students had even bothered to look out towards the Hogwarts grounds while walking to their classes, they would have noticed a figure sprawled on the ground, right under the large oak tree by the Black Lake. If any of them had even bothered to check, they would have discovered a girl lying there, seemingly in deep sleep. Unfortunately, none of the students paid any sort of attention towards the Hogwarts ground that morning. The entrance hall, corridors and Great Hall is buzzing about what is going to happen that night! The excitement unbearable. The figure was left unnoticed.
It was not until later, when the blinding ray of the Sun woke the girl.
Annabelle sat up and stretched, for some reason, her back felt a little stiff – like she had been sleeping on a hard surface overnight. Eyes still closed, she scratched the side of head. Her eyes snapped open when she heard the sound of birds chirping. It does not make sense to her because her bedroom was in the basement, there is no way she could hear a bird chirping .The view that greeted her was not the one that she was expecting.
Expecting to see a wall full of celebrity posters and completed jigsaw puzzles, she was presented instead with the view of the most beautiful and serene lake. A far distance to her right she could see a small cabin with smoke coming out of the chimney, right behind the cabin was a stretch of lush green forest.
It makes her wonder whether she was still dreaming. Still awed by the scenery, she turned around. She was stunned. If she thought that the lake was beautiful, it paled in comparison on what she had seen this time. Standing before her was a huge, massive, large, gigantic, majestic, and any other words that could describe something this big, castle. She was still admiring the structure in front of her when the bell rang from inside the castle.
Like a bug to a light source, Annabelle walked absent-mindedly towards the castle. She had just entered the hallway when she heard the hustle and bustle of people moving around. She peered through a corner and saw a group of people walking towards her. They were dressed differently, their cloaks shuffling at their feet as they walked. This scene seemed familiar to Annabelle, but she could not put a finger on it.
She backed off slowly from the corner to avoid being seen, not noticing another person coming from behind her. That resulted in a collision causing Annabelle to fall and landed on something soft. She thought she heard a soft "Oof"
"Excuse me, but… could you, please get off of me?" a muffled voice said, beneath her.
Annabelle quickly scrambled to her feet, keeping her head bowed and apologizing. After a few repetitions of "sorry", she heard a chuckle and looked up. Whatever it is, she was not prepared to be looking into a pair of stunning grey eyes and greeted with a playful grin.
"I am so sorry. I didn't know you were at the back," she said.
Another chuckle. "It's fine. I am to blame as well for not paying attention to where I'm going," he told her. His voice, she thought, was really dreamy. He then looked at her weirdly and then gave her a onceover.
The boy realized that the girl standing before him was dressed in Muggle attire.
"Don't you have classes? Why aren't you in uniform?" He asked while he raked his mind to place a name or a house to this face. He is not so conceited to say that he knows everybody in Hogwarts, but this girl does not look familiar at all.
He was met with a confused look.
"Are you lost?" he questioned. When he received nothing other than a blank expression, he promptly led her to the Headmaster's office.
Annabelle was still pondering about what is going on when she followed the boy as they walked through the hallways. This is a really weird dream, she thought. She knew she was not supposed to follow a stranger without knowing where they are heading, but this was her dream; there should not be any harm.
A few corridors and flight of stairs later, she found herself standing in front of a gargoyle. She heard the boy said something to it and it began to turn, revealing a spiral staircase. It can't be the spiral staircase, can it?, she thought. She smiled. It had been quite some time since she last dreamt of this place, she kind of misses it. She followed as the boy led them up the stairs.
When the boy knocked on the wooden door, they were greeted by a deep voice, "Come in,"
The girl was amazed by the decorations in the room. When she saw the red flaming bird perched at the corner, she smiled wider. She stride towards it and gently stroke the bird. "Lo, Fawkes," she whispered. Then, as though she was an old friend, Fawkes nuzzled her matter how many times she had dreamt about Pottervese, this is surreal. It looked and felt too real.
Albus Dumbledore was seated at his desk, observing the actions of the young girl. He registered that the girl was not a student in his school. He watched as the girl greeted Fawkes as though she knew it – he was sure he heard her calling the phoenix by its name – and was slightly shocked when Fawkes nuzzled her finger. Fawkes only act that way towards people it trusts.
"Mr. Diggory?" he inquired, wanting to know more about what is happening.
The boy snapped away from watching the girl's interaction with Fawkes and turned towards the Headmaster.
"Professor, sir, I found her –," he started, but was interrupted.
"Wait, Diggory?" Annabelle directed her attention to the other two occupants in the room – absently noting that Dumbledore look just as how the book described him. Half-moon spectacles, bright robes, long beard, and very wise. "Cedric Diggory?" she asked, staring at the boy next to her, missing the raised eyebrow from the Headmaster.
"Yes," the boy, Cedric, answered, but it sounded like a question instead. "How do you know my name?"
Annabelle simply stared at him. She could not believe it. This is the first time Cedric Diggory made an appearance in her dreams. And wow, he is really good looking. The famous Cedric Diggory. She had envisioned how Cedric would look like as she read the book, but the image she conjured did not do the boy standing in front of her any justice. She smiled and then chuckled, I'm crushing on a person in my dream.
"Mr. Diggory, I think you should head back to class. The fifth period had already started a few minutes ago," she heard Dumbledore told Cedric.
Cedric looked like he would rather stay, but he nodded and left the office – but not before casting one last inquiring glance at the girl.
Dumbledore stared at the girl who was sporting a dazed smile while looking at the entrance to his office. He cleared his throat to catch her attention. When the girl looked at him, he found her smiling again. This girl puzzled him, and he was rarely puzzled.
"Do have a sit, Miss –," he asked.
"Annabelle Lee," she replied as she sat down.
"Miss Lee, please allow me to be frank, but who are you? I am sure that you are not a student in my school, as I would have known if you were,"
"It's really a silly story, Professor Dumbledore. You wouldn't believe me if I told you, sir,"
He was shocked, yet again by this girl, as he was sure he did not introduced himself nor did Cedric mentioned his name earlier. "My girl, just humor me,"
The girl smiled before saying "Well, there is this series of book that I read all about Hogwarts, Harry Potter, Cedric Diggory, you, Lord Voldemort and everything,"
Dumbledore was sure that his expression did not betray any sense of intrigue by the girl's comment. Not only did she speak of Lord Voldemort's name, she said it without any hint of fear. He gave a nod of encouragement for Annabelle to proceed with her story.
"I was reading the book again last night and I was pretty worked up about this scene I was reading. I must be thinking too much about it that I had dreamt about Hogwarts now," Annabelle continued.
Did she just said dreamt? He wondered.
"I must say I am quite impressed with myself. I've dreamt about Potterverse before, but nothing as detailed and clear as this one. You looked exactly like how I pictured you would look like. Though I must say that Cedric looked so much better than how I imagined him to be,"
"Now hold on for a minute, Miss Lee. I'm not quite sure that I follow," Dumbledore interrupted as he interlaced his fingers and rest his chin on them. "Did you just say that you dreamt all this?"
She nodded. "Yeah, I'm waiting for my alarm to ring for me to wake up. It should be anytime now. It was nice meeting you though, Professor Dumbledore. It's a pleasure,"
For the first time in a very long time, Dumbledore found himself dumbfounded. What is Merlin's name is going on?
"Miss Lee, I can assure you that this is not a dream. You really are in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,"
"No, it's not real, Professor. I mean no disrespect, but this is a dream," Annabelle insisted.
They banter back and forth for a couple of minutes. Dumbledore could not believe that he was reduced to childish actions when dealing with this girl.
"Look, this is a dream, my dream. I was reading Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire last night. I was reading a really sad scene and I guess it must have lingered in my mind when I fell asleep, causing me to dream about you guys," Annabelle explained.
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire? Dumbledore was getting more and more puzzled by the second. He was sure that there is not any book with that particular title, he would know otherwise, because he had read every single book in the world.
"My child, if you were dreaming," Dumbledore sighed as he reached over his desk towards Annabelle, "could you possible feel this?" he asked.
"What do you – Ouch!" Annabelle rubbed the spot of which Albus Dumbledore had pinched her.
"What did you do that for?" she glared at the man in front of her. It really hurt. Then, it struck her. One cannot feel pain in one's dream. She felt pain, which meant, she is not dreaming. What the heck is going on? What the –
She stopped short when she saw Dumbledore smiled at her with an eyebrow raised as though mocking her Now do you still think you're in a dream?
This is not a dream! Bloody hell!
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