Chapter 9 - The strange dream "Haaaaarry Potter... The boy who lived... Bring him to me..." Said a slithery voice. I see the forbidden forest, then Voldemort pointing his wand at Harry. I want to yell out, I want to warn him, but I can't do anything. A feeling of coldness envelopes me and I fall, hit my head, then wake up. "Willow! A- are you alright?" Asks Chrysanthi as I groan and sit back up. "You were screaming! I- I thought you had been possessed or something!" She says worriedly. //I'm alright, just had a nightmare about Voldemort killing Harry. It's TOTALLY normal// I think sarcastically as I clamber back into my bed. I find my sheets on the opposite side of the bed, and think //Okay, THAT explains the coldness// with a little hysterical laugh. "Just a nightmare." I say to Chrysanthi with a smile. "Willow, But your hair's white!" Chrysanthi says worriedly. //My hair always turns white when something bad is going to happen// I think stressfully. //Chrysanthi even told me that my hair turned white for a second before my earmuffs fell off...// I shake my head. "Lets just go to breakfast." I say. Me and Chrysanthi head to the great hall for breakfast, and wave over a tired-looking Ethan to a open seat next to us. As we start eating, I can't help thinking, //What if all these things that have been happening are connected?//
