I don't own Harry Potter unfortunately.
It has been five years seen I had my accident that landed me in a four month coma. Now I am fourteen and still living with the Dursley family. Fortunately on my twelfth birthday I was moved into Dudley's second bedroom. They haven't been as mean to as before since my thirteenth birthday which is good, I guess. Every morning I have been recording my thoughts and dreams into an old journal Dudley never used, I think they're important so here's another one: It was cold and when I pushed myself off the ground I noticed a figure also getting up from the ground next to me. It was a boy a couple years older than me in a strange black a yellow uniform of some sort. Looking around I also notice we're in a grave yard and the scare from my accident begins to burn. I turn to the boy and begin to speak but with no control over what I am saying, "Cedric did they mention this being a portkey?" I asked. He shook his head and said, "No, we should get our wands out though." I nodded as if I understood what he meant and pulled out a long stick in my right hand and pointed it out in front of me. "Lumos," Cedric whispered making a white light come from his wand. I turned towards the sound of footsteps to see a fat man carrying a bundle of blankets heading towards us. For some reason dread filled me. Suddenly a high voice spoke from the blankets, "Kill the spare." Before I could react a green light smashed into Cedric's chest and he was dead. I began to yell but suddenly the statue behind me grabbed me, locking me in place: And that's when it ends. Strange isn't it. I have had dreams like this ever night after my accident. I think before I knew what they meant, but now I've forgotten. It scares me. The dreams and these strange flashes I get sometimes. It's like I have forgotten something important.
Kings Cross seemed busier than usual as I pushed my way through the crowds of moving people towards platform ten. The whole car ride here I kept thinking my platform was 9¾, isn't that ridiculous. My uncle Vernon had decided he didn't need to take care of me anymore so he signed me up for some school exchange program without the ticket back. Not that I'm complaining, I don't want to see any of the Dursley family ever again.
Please review and tell me if I should continue, I've had this just sitting around in my laptop and decided to post it since I'm having writer's block for my other stories. So REVIEW it would mean a lot! Thanks!