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My Odd Dream--This was a good couple months ago, by the way...
and the asterisks are things I mentioned after the dream and afterthoughts.
My name was Sarah Riddle,
the daughter of Tom Marvolo Riddle
aka Voldemort.
I was Harry's age...
16,
I think.
Voldemort had somehow convinced Dumbledore to
let me go to Hogwarts.
Some sap story that Dumbledore believed,
probably.
Anywho, my mission I had been assigned by my father,
at least originally,
was to kill Harry Potter.
But then it changed.
I didn't seem to notice.
I was told to kill the Hungarian Horntail.
So I did.
From a tower window.
A simple Avada Kedavra worked.
Then, I was told to kill the Weasleys.
So, I went through a room
where Mrs. Weasley was doing papers for some reason...
other people were in there....
a bedroom, I think.....
Anywho, I subtly dripped some
poisonous ink
on the papers.
I quietly left the room,
as the poisonous ink went towards her
and killed her,
I left much
panic and confusion
in my wake.
Time passed.
I believe I must have
killed
all the Weasleys,
because I felt that there was
"one left"
that
"one left"
was Ron.
I passed through an area that looked
like the window area
outside my bedroom
but not
it was Hogwarts-y,
of course.
Darkness was around me,
except the thin glow of my wand.
Ron was backing into the room.
I had my wand.
He did not have his.
He said "You wouldn't kill me."
in a shaky, slightly worried voice.
I smirked.
"Yes I will."
He continued to say
"You wouldn't kill me,"
his voice more and more concerned
each time.
My smirk grew larger and larger as I advanced toward him,
him backing into a corner.
I raised my wand.
I was about to do it.
Say the Avada Kedavra.
The end of Ron Weasley was near.
But then, the lights turned on.
It was like my room, but blank.
and there was a loom.
I instantly turned good.
I played with the loom,
being excessively cheerful and happy.
Ron relaxed,
smiled,
knew all was going to be alright.
Though I don't know if he forgave me.
I forgot all bad.
That was the end of my dream.
Then, my thoughts began.
I went to Dumbledore.
I told him all my missions,
what they had been.
He nodded.
I had the feeling he had somehow expected this
when he let me come here
but that he had forgiven me now.
Harry and Ron entered.
Harry was angry with me.
He would not accept me.
I was too close to Voldemort.
After all,
I had been about to kill his best friend moments ago.
and I had killed his best friend's family.
But somehow, Ron was forgiving.*Or maybe it's just I was really hot [like myself, yet hotter] in the dream.
I understood Harry's reaction,
but not Ron's.
I told them the truth:
That Voldemort had planned on killing
all Harry's friends and close family
until finally he would kill Harry himself.*ironically, what many readers thought Rowling would do in the story
Ron and Dumbledore seemed to trust me.
But Harry did not.
He said
"How can we trust her?!
She was working for Voldemort himself just
moments ago.
She nearly killed you, Ron.
And she killed your family.
How you can trust her like this?!"
Ron responded,
oddly calmer and more intelligently than normal
"You did not see her
when she changed.
It was as if her
whole being
was
lit up.
The
good
radianced from
everywhere."
Dumbledore nodded.
He had seen it too,
somehow.
I,
however,
said to Harry
"I understand your mistrust.
My father killed your parents,
I killed Ron's family,
I nearly killed Ron,
and,
if nothing had changed,
I would have eventually
killed
Hagrid,*cheez I'm so disrespectful to them in my thoughts lol
Dumbledore,*cheez I'm so disrespectful to them in my thoughts lol
McGonagall,*cheez I'm so disrespectful to them in my thoughts lol
and Hermione.
But not you.
My father was going to kill you personally. *ain't that so beautifully morbid
But I changed.
I really did.
I know I once would have done all that.
But I am different now.
It was if a light turned on.
My father was evil
and he was making me evil too.
I understand that now.
Please, trust me.
It is the only way for any of you, especially you, Harry, to survive."
Harry,
thoughts still slightly clouded
with
mistrust,
turned to
Dumbledore
and said
"Well,
what now?"
That is when it all stopped.
Although,
I assume if my thoughts had continued,
Dumbledore would have
discussed his plans.
I have never had a dream
where I was
evil
before.
And only one
Harry Potter
dream.
I wonder
what
it means
or
if it means
anything.
 Iesu Henshu · Wed Apr 18, 2007 @ 03:02am · 0 Comments |
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