"Oh my God, so much happened last night!" In their compartment on the Hogwarts Express, Hermione set down her schoolbag and gasped in shock. "No wonder I didn't see Harry or the others on the platform this morning."
"Harry was really frightening in the dormitory last night!" Neville rubbed his hands, still shaken, and glanced nervously at the closed compartment door. Then he lowered his voice and described the horrifying scene in detail: Harry waking in the middle of the night, drenched in cold sweat and screaming in terror.
"Why would Harry have a dream like that?" Hermione frowned, deep in thought. "Does the Potter Family... have Seer ancestry?"
"I don't think so..." Neville struggled to recall. "I've never heard of a Seer in the Potter family. I'll ask Gran when I get home. She knows more than I do."
"It's probably because of his scar." Jerry calmly pointed to his own forehead.
"Harry can sense Voldemort's thoughts and emotions. He had this ability even before Voldemort returned—every time his scar hurts badly, he's sensing something."
Neville shuddered involuntarily.
Imagining Harry sensing the man most wizards dared not even name... it was terrifying! If it were him, he would surely be too frightened to sleep.
"Jerry," Hermione turned to him, her gaze searching, "do you think... Voldemort himself knows Harry has this... 'connection'?"
"He might not have been certain before," Jerry said, giving Hermione a slightly surprised look, seemingly impressed that she had thought of it. "But after what happened to Mr. Weasley last night, he definitely knows now."
"Then do you think Voldemort might use..." Hermione lowered her voice further, a trace of worry creeping into it.
Although she had left her sentence unfinished, Hermione felt certain Jerry would understand what she meant.
"Clever!" A knowing, faintly approving smile