Three Hours to Live

Three Hours to Live

By Matt Coggins

Chapter 2

Hermione Granger got out of her bed. Her dream was so terrifying- was it what she thought it was? No, it can't be. she thought. Yet it seemed so real- was it? Was it a vision of the future?

She burst through the boy's dormitory, jumped onto Harry Potter's bed and woke him up.

He yelled, "Hermione, what the--"

"You're going to die," she interrupted. "First lesson, tomorrow. Voldemort is going to kill you, Harry!"

"How do you know all of this?" Harry questioned. "How do you know I'm going to die?"

"Harry, please..."

"How do you know?" he repeated.

"I had a dream last night," Hermione said. "And you died in it."

"So you think I'm going to die because of your dream?"

"Well," she said, "it felt so real, like a premonition."

"A premonition?" Harry laughed. "Hermione, you're not psychic. You're not going to have premonitions."

"How do you know, Harry?" Hermione yelled. "Listen, you're the only student in the school how knows the Portal Spell. You can use it to see if my dream was a premonition."

"Hermione, that's the craziest thing I ever heard," Harry said.

"It may be, but it'll work!" she insisted.

"And what if it doesn't? I would've missed six hours of sleep because of some stupid dream you had."

"C'mon, Harry!"

"Alright, fine. But if you're wrong, you'll let me copy off your assignments until we graduate."

"Deal." Hermione said.

Harry raised his wand over his head, said, "Lesotho!" and pointed it straight. A black shape shot out of his wand and tuned into a circle when it hit the wall.

Harry walked up to the portal and said, "Tomorrow, near the time of Transfiguration class, in the Gryffindor common room." He walked through it, closely followed by Hermione.

They found themselves in the common room, which was very crowded, but nobody noticed how they came in. Harry and Hermione snuck up to the boys dormitory, opened Harry's trunk, got his invisibility cloak, and put it on.

They then found themselves and followed the trio downstairs. All of a sudden, the future Harry bent down in pain, and Hermione's horrifying vision came true.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Ron asked.

"My... scar..." Harry moaned.

"Is Voldemort near?" Hermione asked.

As if it were answering her question, a loud laugh echoed through the great hall. From the balcony of the first floor, Harry, Ron, and Hermione saw Voldemort standing in the middle of the hall.

"HARRY POTTER!!!" he yelled. "Your rein of good will end today! Ever since you've taken the power out of me, I've wanted to destroy you!! My power is back, now, so let it be known that Lord Voldemort will finally destroy Harry Potter!"

Voldemort drew out his wand, and Harry did the same as he jumped off the balcony.

"Avada Kadavra!" Voldemort yelled.

"Protego!" Harry cast the shield charm to protect himself from getting killed. Voldemort dodged the spell as it came back.

Then he noticed Hermione was the only one with her wand drawn. "Hermione!" he yelled. "Cast a spell!"

"Which one?"

"Anyone!"

Hermione could only think of one spell- the spell Voldemort last used.

"Avada Kadavra!" she yelled.

Voldemort was smarter than any school child, so, quick as a flash, he cast the shield charm.

The spell missed Hermione and hit Harry, who couldn't see it coming. He fell to the ground, dead.

"It's going to happen," Harry said. "I am going to die."

Harry looked at Hermione, who had a small tear trickling down her face.

To Be Continued

5/25/04