The Dream That Started it All

Chapter 1: The Dream

Sometime throughout the night Harry Potter was dreaming something that wasn't supposed to happen, or was it? This dream that had finally awoken him from his sleep made him wonder where actually he was, because after all he is a small boy that had just turned fourteen years of age. Harry sat right up in his bed staring helplessly around him trying to figure this out, when he realized that he was still at his aunt's and uncle's house on Number 4, Privet Drive. The desk in the far corner of his room had a empty cage for pet owl Hedwig, and that his spellbooks for school were scattered across the room with a care in the world. There was also a broom, not just any broom though, a speed demon that is known to the wizarding world as the Firebolt that was given to him by his godfather Sirius Black who had just escaped the Azkaban fortress.

Wow, thought Harry, that was some dream that I had just had. Is this dream something that I have to worry about for a mere fourteen year old? Though the big question is: Was it even real? Harry was even unsure of himself right now, because he just thought that he saw into the future that could be awaiting him. The very thing that he had feared was going to happened.

Harry didn't know what to think sitting on his bed which was now soaking wet caused by the sweat that was dripping down his very skin. Was the Boy-Who-Lived seeing into the future? Harry was concern that he might be turning into a Seer just like one of the teacher up at Hogwarts. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizarding is where he goes to during the school year with his friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Harry had been taken aback by what he had just seen, because he didn't believe a thing that had just happened to him.

I have to tell someone that would understand me to a degree that…that wouldn't think that I was going crazy, speculated Harry, someone that has been there. I need someone like…like Professor Trelawney.

Of course, why didn't Harry think of this the moment that he was jerkily awakened from his sleep? Why had it been so vague to him that the very person that he needed was at Hogwarts? Though the problem, at this very moment, was that he was thousands of miles away from the place and wouldn't be there for another couple of weeks. He would just have to sort out this stuff right now on his own. Though right now all he had to worry about was the Quidditch World Cup that he was going to with Ron and the other Weasleys (one of the oldest wizard families), plus Harry's other best friend, Hermione Granger.

Suddenly, Harry stopped in his tracks remembering something that he had just dreamed. He had dreamed that he was at the Quidditch World Cup and something terrible was going to happen. That something was the Dark Mark, which was going to appear shortly after the game and cause mayhem among the fans that came out to watch the match.

Okay, this is just getting odd. I can't believe I am seeing these things that haven't happened yet. Thoughts rolled over in Harry's mind while wandering around the room, getting ready for the 5 o'clock arrival time of Mr. Weasley who was going to take him to the Burrow for the rest of the summer from his ungrateful aunt and uncle.

Harry was pleased that he was finally going to be able to get away from his horrible relatives, because he could just not take it any longer than what he has already. For one thing, they hadn't really spoken to Harry ever since he had gotten back from Hogwarts, because Harry told them that the escaped man that was on the news last summer was really Harry's godfather and that Sirius wouldn't be to happy if he had found out that Harry was mistreated.

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Harry found himself sitting patiently on the steps of his aunt and uncle's house on Privet Drive the very next day awaiting for the arrival of the Weasley clan, so that they could take him away from the horrid place. Unfortuanlly, something had just occurred to Harry that he didn't think of before hand. How in the hell would they getting there? By car? Flying? Floo Network? This was also in the thought of Uncle Vernon.

"Boy," called Uncle Vernon from the living room watching the telly, "how in God's sake are your blasted friends coming to get you?"

Harry thought for a moment and then reply, "I haven't got a clue. Ron didn't mention how they were coming in the post."

This was the truth though knowing Harry's uncle, he wouldn't believe him at all, because they had never really believed Harry when something dreadful had happened.

"I don't believe you, boy," Uncle Vernon said with this look on his face that he had just eaten something disgusting.

"I knew you were going to say something like that," muttered Harry under his breath. "You never do when something wrong happens."

"What was that, boy?" spat Harry's Uncle with a purple face that look like a plum.

"Nothing…nothing," stated Harry.

"Besides that," snapped Uncle Vernon, "they're late. Not that they have common sense to come and get you on time."

"They do have common sense, but they have never traveled here before, have they?" replied Harry looking worried by what Uncle Vernon had stated.

At that exact moment, someone had knocked on the door. Uncle Vernon became deathly white, like a ghost, and stared at Harry with tiny eyes that were glowing with rage. Harry couldn't understand why in the world he was acting. Let alone that his cousin Dudley was hurrying up the stairs to his bedroom quicker than you could have said FOOTBALL! Aunt Petunia was just standing there looking shocked as ever, because there was a knock on their front door. Were they all excepting the Weasley's to arrive in a different sort of way? A way that would show everyone on Privet Drive that the Dursley were assorting with people like them and that they were normal.

"Well," Uncle Vernon had said while looking very purple from the frustration that Harry's friends actually made it, "are you going to answer the bloody door boy?"

"Yes, if it would make you deeply pleased," Harry had replied in such a way that it sounded like he was glad that he was getting the door. This made Uncle Vernon very unpleased indeed from the look that he was giving Harry.

Gosh, thought Harry, this isn't how I saw it while I saw it I while I was sleeping. They were supposed to enter through our boarded up fire place, and start yelling for some help to get out of the jam. Why are they knocking on our front door? Am I changing the future at this moment if this is actually happening?

Slowly Harry moved across the room calmly and quietly not knowing what to accept from the outcome of this very move.