WOW, I'm writing something light, and fluffy... and just for fun and
laughs. Although, as those who know me can attest, I can't do anything
without fun and unexpected plot twists. So, here marches insanity and such
in a cross over genre' I've never seen anywhere else.
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Chapter One: Set-up
The Dreams has been haunting him more than usual. And, strangely, he remembered them vaguely in the morning. No amount of flying could get the disturbing images out of his head. Flashes of light, muffled voices, a heavy thump and That Face. It was all too jumbled and confusing to make any sense out of them which scared him all the more. Being a boy who hated to be scared he decided to look for a cure in the same place he always found help. . . the open windows of England.
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Harry Potter gasped awake from the latest vision to attack his mind. Clutching his wand reflexively, he only managed to relax once his moist green eyes saw no danger in the room. Harry shivered, despite the warm air wafting in through his window, left open so that Hedwig could return at her leisure. Speaking of whom . . .
"Someone should have sent me a letter by now." Harry mumbled to the empty room, kneeling up on his bed to look out the window. He'd been writing his friends every three days, like Moody had said, and most of the time received a prompt response, either from Ron or Hermione. Most recently, it was from both of them, as they were already together at the burrow this summer. But it'd been 3 days since Hedwig had left with a letter and she had yet to return. Out in the distance, Harry saw a glint of something small flying, but his hopes were dashed when it was flying away, not toward his window.
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The Dursleys, sufficiently cowed by Moody's warning at the beginning of the summer, had done their best not to aggravate the wizard living in the smallest bedroom of their home. They no longer demanded he do chores or starve him with an overly restrictive diet. But, after a few days of doing nothing with too much time to think, Harry chose to do some of his old chores and didn't feel like eating anyway. Sirius would never eat again, after all. Sirius never be able to enjoy his favorite meal again. . . and then Harry felt guilty because he had no idea what Sirius liked to eat. His own Godfather and he didn't know anything about him. Harry cursed himself for thinking about it again and refocused his mind on washing the dinner dishes.
Waving a futile Good Night to the Dursleys, who refused to acknowledge him when not absolutely necessary, Harry trudged up to his room and pushed the door open, only to find it in utter chaos.
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Chapter One: Set-up
The Dreams has been haunting him more than usual. And, strangely, he remembered them vaguely in the morning. No amount of flying could get the disturbing images out of his head. Flashes of light, muffled voices, a heavy thump and That Face. It was all too jumbled and confusing to make any sense out of them which scared him all the more. Being a boy who hated to be scared he decided to look for a cure in the same place he always found help. . . the open windows of England.
**************
Harry Potter gasped awake from the latest vision to attack his mind. Clutching his wand reflexively, he only managed to relax once his moist green eyes saw no danger in the room. Harry shivered, despite the warm air wafting in through his window, left open so that Hedwig could return at her leisure. Speaking of whom . . .
"Someone should have sent me a letter by now." Harry mumbled to the empty room, kneeling up on his bed to look out the window. He'd been writing his friends every three days, like Moody had said, and most of the time received a prompt response, either from Ron or Hermione. Most recently, it was from both of them, as they were already together at the burrow this summer. But it'd been 3 days since Hedwig had left with a letter and she had yet to return. Out in the distance, Harry saw a glint of something small flying, but his hopes were dashed when it was flying away, not toward his window.
**********
The Dursleys, sufficiently cowed by Moody's warning at the beginning of the summer, had done their best not to aggravate the wizard living in the smallest bedroom of their home. They no longer demanded he do chores or starve him with an overly restrictive diet. But, after a few days of doing nothing with too much time to think, Harry chose to do some of his old chores and didn't feel like eating anyway. Sirius would never eat again, after all. Sirius never be able to enjoy his favorite meal again. . . and then Harry felt guilty because he had no idea what Sirius liked to eat. His own Godfather and he didn't know anything about him. Harry cursed himself for thinking about it again and refocused his mind on washing the dinner dishes.
Waving a futile Good Night to the Dursleys, who refused to acknowledge him when not absolutely necessary, Harry trudged up to his room and pushed the door open, only to find it in utter chaos.