Harry Potter and the Galator
Chapter 15
Connections
"Master, we have her."
"Good. Bring her in."
An old woman came stumbling in and fell to her knees in from of Voldemort.
"Aah. So you're the one who possesses the pendant I've been looking for."
"If you mean the galator," she hissed back, "you're too late."
"Don't lie to me old woman! Crucio!"
The old woman screamed until Voldemort removed the curse from her.
"I told you," she gasped for air. "I don't have it. I gave it back to its rightful owner."
"What!? Who?"
"You can do whatever you want, but I will never tell you!"
"Fool! Avada Kedavra!"
"Aaaah" Harry screamed and sat up clutching his scar. All the boys in the dorm woke up immediately.
"Harry, what's wrong?" asked a very concerned Ron who was in the process of shaking him.
"Scar" was all he could let out.
"Do you want me to call Dumbledore?"
"No. I'm fine," he told him firmly after taking a few deep cleansing breaths. He didn't want to go to Dumbledore until after he had analyzed what his dream was all about.
"What were you dreaming about?"
"I'm not at all sure it was a dream." After he noticed Dean, Seamus, and Neville staring at him he added, "Sorry to wake you guys up with the nightmare."
They were getting used to the occasional outbursts from Harry, but they hadn't heard a peep out of him in a while. They knew it could only mean one thing; Voldemort was getting stronger and angrier.
"Ron," he whispered, "let's talk downstairs in the common room." Ron nodded.
"Why don't you guys go back to sleep. I'm just going to shake off the dream downstairs."
"I'll come with you and keep you company," Ron volunteered.
The others knew better than to push Harry into telling them. He'd tell them eventually when he was ready. They had all become close, but they knew his best mate was Ron so they didn't think it odd that Ron would follow him downstairs.
Ron and Harry grabbed their robes and made their way down the stairs. Harry paused at the bottom of the steps. He was surprised to find Hermione pacing in the common room.
"'Mione?"
"Harry, Ron."
"What are you doing here?"
"Is that anyway to greet your new girlfriend?" joked Ron. Harry and Hermione glared at him. His jokes sometimes had bad timing.
It had been a couple of days since their first kiss and though they'd shared many kisses since then, they were still trying to get used to being a couple even if everyone was already used to it.
She walked towards them and kissed Harry. They'd almost forgotten that Ron was in the room with them.
"Ahem. Don't forget about your best friend here."
"Sorry," Harry told him.
"No problem, mate. At least it got your mind off of that dream."
"What dream?" asked Hermione very concerned. Harry glared at Ron. He didn't know when to keep his mouth shut.
"Oops." Ron blurted.
"Harry? What happened?" Harry sighed. He'd wanted to spare her from worries, but thanks to Ron he'd have to tell her. If he'd lie, she'd know anyway or find out the truth one way or another.
"I had a nightmare."
"You said it didn't seem like a dream, Harry." Harry glared at Ron again, but as usual it went over Ron's head.
"What does Ron mean?"
"The dream felt real. It was Voldemort trying to get some information out of an old lady about.. you'll never believe this."
"What?"
"The galator!"
"You've got to be kidding."
"No. That's why I wanted to ask you to describe the old woman who gave your mom the galator at the stone henge."
"Well, she was really old. She had long, white, stringy hair like it hadn't been washed in a while. She was missing some teeth and they were really yellow like she hadn't brushed in a while. Her eyes were black and she was wearing a tattered looking black dress. Why do you want to know anyway?"
"Because I think I just saw her get killed by Voldemort." Ron and Hemione gasped.
"Shouldn't we tell Dumbledore?" pleaded Hermione.
"I don't want to put anyone else in danger. If Voldemort (Ron cringed) is looking for the galator, the less people know the better." Ron swallowed.
"But he will be able to help us try to figure out what the galator is and protect us if Voldemort tries anything," argued Hermione. Ron nodded in agreement.
"We'll research ourselves first while Voldemort still has no idea where it is. We'll go to Dumbledore once we learn all there is to learn about from what is available to us."
"Okay," answered Hermione in resignation.
"So, what were you doing here?" Harry asked Hermione.
"I suddenly woke up with the feeling that something was wrong with you. I was just pacing trying to think of a way to go to your dorm when you guys found me."
"Well that's interesting," Ron told them.
"What is?" asked Hermione.
"That you would feel something when Harry's scar was hurting."
"Do you really think it happened at the same time?"
"What time did you wake up?" asked Ron to prove a point.
"Oh, I don't know maybe about 15 minutes ago."
"I rest my case." Ron told them, "that was about the same time Harry woke up screaming holding his scar."
"Harry?"
"Ron would know. I was more focused on the pain from my scar. So I guess we have a connection of some kind, eh?" He grinned.
"Besides connected at the tongue?" Ron joked. Harry and Hermione grabbed the nearest throw pillow and threw it at Ron.
"What?" he asked acting innocently. "Okay, I think I'll go to be now. I believe you're in good hands. Good night."
"Goodnight, Ron," they told him at the same time.
"So?" he asked her after Ron left them. "Where were we?"
"Right here," she answered and placed her lips on his. All thoughts of death, Voldemort and the galator were washed away by passion.