Chapter 656: Harry’s Dream
As Harry couldn't visit Sirius, once he finished the cake, he found himself suddenly at a loss for what to do.
"What exactly happened?" Kyle asked, breaking the silence.
From the moment he was called to the headmaster's office until now, he had no idea what was going on. There had been no time to ask, so he had simply followed Dumbledore from place to place.
"I think I... had a dream," Harry began hesitantly, speaking in a low voice. "I was doing my Charms homework when I suddenly fell asleep and had a really strange dream."
"In the dream, I think I became Voldemort... Okay, I know it sounds unbelievable, and it's fine if you think I'm talking nonsense..."
"I believe you," Kyle said, his gaze briefly flicking to the scar on Harry's forehead.
"Thanks..." Harry said, clearly relieved. "Anyway, Voldemort gave an order—to teach his 'follower' a lesson for trailing him. And then I... Oh no, Voldemort killed someone with the Killing Curse."
"Who was it?" Kyle asked immediately. "Was it someone from the Order of the Phoenix?"
"I don't know," Harry admitted, fiddling with the cup in his hands. "I didn't recognize him. I've never seen him before."
Kyle frowned. "And then?"
"Then Ron woke me up. He said I was talking in my sleep and having a nightmare. But my scar... it kept hurting, like it was on fire." Harry rubbed his forehead absentmindedly. "Hermione was worried and called Professor McGonagall. When I told her what I saw in the dream, she didn't think it was just a nightmare. She brought me to the Headmaster's Office."