-- HARRY POTTER AND THE DRAGON'S TEAR --
( by *whoeversaidlifewasfair* (
A/N: After a VERY long time without writing, easter break, and new ideas; I decided to re-write and repost my version of "HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX". There are some changes in the plot, some corrections and so on; and as you see, the title has changed. Other than that; there are a few little diferences. I want to thank all of the people who read the story and reviewed before; because if it wasn't for you guys; I wouldn't have continued this. This chapter is dedicated to all of you!
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Warner Bros... No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Other citations will be made where necessary.
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"The Dream" -- Chapter 1 :
Harry woke up, sweating... : The Dream - yet again -
During all the summer, Harry had'nt been able to contact anyone in the Wizarding World he knew; not even his friends, or his Godfather, Sirius, because the Dursleys had installed solid bars on his window again so as to keep him from contacting anyone he knew.
Harry was at first surprised, and had expected that when Sirius saw he wasn't receiving or answering his owls he would come barging into number 4, Privet Drive, hexing any Dursley in sight...
But sadly, it had never happened...
He pondered, as he lay down on his bed again, if Sirius didn't care about him anymore... But no - Sirius would never do that, Sirius wo-
-Or would he? - a little voice from the back of his head shot back.
-HE WOULDN'T !! - Harry shouted to himself, and soon regreted it: if the Dursleys heard him shouting in the middle of the night they were capable of locking him into the cupboard under the stairs again.
Luckily, it seemed that no-one had heard him...
Now he was so isolated, the only thing that reminded him that he was not an ordinary boy with an ordinary past (apart from the thought of Hogwarts, his friends and Sirius - even though he couldn't contact them), was "The Dream" : day after day, in the middle of his sleep, images of terrible scenes he had lived in his last school year passed vividly through his mind, leaving him utterly alone, with only the hot stinging tears rolling down his cheeks, and the pain in his scar.
Cedric lying dead - The pain in his scar - Being tied to the gravestone, the pain of the cords binding him feeling as if it was real; as if he was destined to live it over and over and over again - Wormtail cradling the bleeding stump that was his arm - Voldemort rising from the cauldron - The Duel - His parents ... -
Unhappy memories that seemed to want to haunt him all his life ...
If only somebody was there that he could talk to... Somebody he could confide in...
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A/N: After a VERY long time without writing, easter break, and new ideas; I decided to re-write and repost my version of "HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX". There are some changes in the plot, some corrections and so on; and as you see, the title has changed. Other than that; there are a few little diferences. I want to thank all of the people who read the story and reviewed before; because if it wasn't for you guys; I wouldn't have continued this. This chapter is dedicated to all of you!
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Warner Bros... No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Other citations will be made where necessary.
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"The Dream" -- Chapter 1 :
Harry woke up, sweating... : The Dream - yet again -
During all the summer, Harry had'nt been able to contact anyone in the Wizarding World he knew; not even his friends, or his Godfather, Sirius, because the Dursleys had installed solid bars on his window again so as to keep him from contacting anyone he knew.
Harry was at first surprised, and had expected that when Sirius saw he wasn't receiving or answering his owls he would come barging into number 4, Privet Drive, hexing any Dursley in sight...
But sadly, it had never happened...
He pondered, as he lay down on his bed again, if Sirius didn't care about him anymore... But no - Sirius would never do that, Sirius wo-
-Or would he? - a little voice from the back of his head shot back.
-HE WOULDN'T !! - Harry shouted to himself, and soon regreted it: if the Dursleys heard him shouting in the middle of the night they were capable of locking him into the cupboard under the stairs again.
Luckily, it seemed that no-one had heard him...
Now he was so isolated, the only thing that reminded him that he was not an ordinary boy with an ordinary past (apart from the thought of Hogwarts, his friends and Sirius - even though he couldn't contact them), was "The Dream" : day after day, in the middle of his sleep, images of terrible scenes he had lived in his last school year passed vividly through his mind, leaving him utterly alone, with only the hot stinging tears rolling down his cheeks, and the pain in his scar.
Cedric lying dead - The pain in his scar - Being tied to the gravestone, the pain of the cords binding him feeling as if it was real; as if he was destined to live it over and over and over again - Wormtail cradling the bleeding stump that was his arm - Voldemort rising from the cauldron - The Duel - His parents ... -
Unhappy memories that seemed to want to haunt him all his life ...
If only somebody was there that he could talk to... Somebody he could confide in...
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