A/N: Well here is the first chapter. I hope you enjoy it, and don't forget to review!
LOTS OF LOVE
ank-ink.
Harry knew what it felt like to have the ground beneath him, come crashing down. He has been stereotyped over and over again, it was tiring and predictable. His life has been planned for him since the day he was born. The same friends, the same problems, the same boring classes, his life has always failed to bring him excitement. Over the summer, Harry changed. Locked in his room, he would think about how immature everyone was around him. They whine about their bloody problems that did not even compare to those of Harry's.
He was now in the train compartment with Hermione and Ron going on about their summer in Greece.
"It was really beautiful, Harry. I wish you could have gone with us." Hermione said.
"Yeah, it was bloody brilliant, mate." Ron exclaimed, grinning goofily.
Harry smiled crookedly and went back to looking out the window. Mumbling that he needed to go to the bathroom, he left the compartment and walked into the bathroom. There he turned the faucet on, and splashed his face with water. 'Who am I.' Harry asked himself. He looked in the mirror. He no more needed his glasses because of Hermione's eye correction spell. His face was slightly tanned from playing outside with Sirius during the summer, which was the only highlight. His hair was longer now, and had grown to the end of his neck. Harry wiped his face with a nearby towel and left the bathroom, walking back into the compartment.
Ron and Hermione had left the compartment, and so Harry dozed off into a deep sleep.
Dream State
Harry walked into a secluded area covered in trees. He suddenly heard a voice and peered behind an old tree. He gazed with fear at the sight before him. About 10 or 12 masked figures circled around a girl and Voldemort. The girl was laying face-first on the ground, perhaps unconscious. Harry looked at the notorious wicked figure, red beady eyes glaring at everyone around him.
"My Dear Lord, what shall I do with the wretched girl?" said a masked, hooded figure.
"Dispose of her, now." Voldemort spat nastily.
"As you wish, Master," he whispered.
Harry did not recognize the girl. She was petite and had mousy-brown hair covered in dirt. He watched as the hooded figure screeched an Avada Kedvara curse. The green beam of light reached her small body, she turned over and her eyes shot open immediately. Her scream echoed through the land. Harry clutched the tree, his breathing quickened.
"WAKE UP, HARRY!"
"WAKE UP," Hermione yelled.
Harry jutted up with beads of sweat running across his forehead. A pained look came upon his features and Harry clutched his scar, gasping.
A/N
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Sorry it was a pretty short chapter.
Don't fret, the others will be longer.