Harry Potter lay sleeping in his four poster bed he was dreaming the most pleasant dream about his father and mother. She was smiling at him and was waving. She had dark red hair and had bright green eyes. His father was also there. He was just smiling. He was tall and thin. His jet black hair hid his forehead. He wore glasses His arm was over on her shoulder. A single tear went streaming down her cheek and fell to the ground. His father hugged her then waved.
Harry woke up exactly at that very moment. He remembers the dream and thought back it must have been a memory of when he looked into the mirror of erased. But he never remember them hugging. They must have hugged. Harry had been thinking of them a lot now that Christmas was around the coroner. He felt a sad emptiness in his stomach. Why? Why did Voldemort have to kill his parents? Why couldn't he have made some other kid famous? If he could chose to be famous and have no parents or have parents and not be famous he would have chose having parents. Every kid in the whole world had parents except him. He walked over to the window. Hedwig hooted and went back to sleep. He peered out the window and saw that it was a very starry night. He looked up at the Dog Star, Sirius. He wished Sirius was here to comfort him but he was bropley some where were the dementers would never look. He wanted to send an owl but he knew better then to get him to come up to Hogwarts, here the dementers could kill him, so he could make Harry happy. Harry looked down at the lake the moon reflected against the water. Harry looked even closer and saw there was something on the edge. It looked like a stag. It was his father, James Potter! He moved quickly toward the door grapping his invisibility cloak on his way out. He put it on and headed toward the lake. On his way there he almost knocked into Flitch. He found his way out side and ran to the lake. When he got there he looked around nothing in sight except for darkness. He walked back to his common room and sat by the fire. Was his father really their or was he just seeing things? He looked into the fire he saw a face of his father made by the wisps of fire then it seemed to disappear. Maybe he was seeing things. In the end he decided to go to bed for tomorrow was Christmas. He just remembered and hurried up to bed. He tried to sleep but ended up thinking over and over in his head about his dad. In the morning he awoke by Ron's scream as he look at the presents left during the night. He sat up and stared at the Christmas tree in the coroner of the room with more presents then he could imagine stuffed underneath. Harry was still a little sad about his parents not being with him but he cheered up when he opened some of the presents. When they got down to the Great Hall for breakfast Harry remembered the night before. He was deciding weather to tell Ron and Hermione or just to keep it to himself. They went back up to their room and Harry noticed another present that he guess he missed before but how Ron had checked the whole room twice for presents. He went over the wrapping paper was the color gold. He took time opening it and when it was finally unwrapped he stepped back his mouth flew open. Laying on top of his bed was a picture. In the picture there were 3 people one of them was himself and the two other were his parents. But what was so fascinating about this was that the picture Harry was not a baby but a present Harry. Something else was the Harry in the picture had no scar. They were all waving and smiling. Harry moved his lips and made a smile back.
Harry woke up exactly at that very moment. He remembers the dream and thought back it must have been a memory of when he looked into the mirror of erased. But he never remember them hugging. They must have hugged. Harry had been thinking of them a lot now that Christmas was around the coroner. He felt a sad emptiness in his stomach. Why? Why did Voldemort have to kill his parents? Why couldn't he have made some other kid famous? If he could chose to be famous and have no parents or have parents and not be famous he would have chose having parents. Every kid in the whole world had parents except him. He walked over to the window. Hedwig hooted and went back to sleep. He peered out the window and saw that it was a very starry night. He looked up at the Dog Star, Sirius. He wished Sirius was here to comfort him but he was bropley some where were the dementers would never look. He wanted to send an owl but he knew better then to get him to come up to Hogwarts, here the dementers could kill him, so he could make Harry happy. Harry looked down at the lake the moon reflected against the water. Harry looked even closer and saw there was something on the edge. It looked like a stag. It was his father, James Potter! He moved quickly toward the door grapping his invisibility cloak on his way out. He put it on and headed toward the lake. On his way there he almost knocked into Flitch. He found his way out side and ran to the lake. When he got there he looked around nothing in sight except for darkness. He walked back to his common room and sat by the fire. Was his father really their or was he just seeing things? He looked into the fire he saw a face of his father made by the wisps of fire then it seemed to disappear. Maybe he was seeing things. In the end he decided to go to bed for tomorrow was Christmas. He just remembered and hurried up to bed. He tried to sleep but ended up thinking over and over in his head about his dad. In the morning he awoke by Ron's scream as he look at the presents left during the night. He sat up and stared at the Christmas tree in the coroner of the room with more presents then he could imagine stuffed underneath. Harry was still a little sad about his parents not being with him but he cheered up when he opened some of the presents. When they got down to the Great Hall for breakfast Harry remembered the night before. He was deciding weather to tell Ron and Hermione or just to keep it to himself. They went back up to their room and Harry noticed another present that he guess he missed before but how Ron had checked the whole room twice for presents. He went over the wrapping paper was the color gold. He took time opening it and when it was finally unwrapped he stepped back his mouth flew open. Laying on top of his bed was a picture. In the picture there were 3 people one of them was himself and the two other were his parents. But what was so fascinating about this was that the picture Harry was not a baby but a present Harry. Something else was the Harry in the picture had no scar. They were all waving and smiling. Harry moved his lips and made a smile back.