Fan Fictions
Chapter 1
Nightmare
A high-pitched evil laugh rang out throughout a circular room with lots of doors. Flashes of red and green light illuminated the whole place, while jinxes and curses of all sorts were being yelled by all sorts of voices. Suddenly, "Crucio" a female voice sounded off as a boy's scream of agony, of pain, protruded the mysterious depths of a dent-like room. It was a room with only chairs and a single arch standing in the middle of the "dent". A handsome man with long black hair was laughing but suddenly was hit by a red shot of light. He stumbled, with a look of surprise on his face, and as if time had just lost its pace, the man fell slowly and gracefully back into the arch. "Sirius! SIRIUS!" another boy cried out, "SHE KILLED HIM! I"LL KILL HER!".
Harry Potter awoke with a start, panting as if he just finished a marathon, while his forehead was seizing him painfully. He sat up and used his hands to massage and soothe the pain on his head. It was then that he realized that he was covered in a blanket of cold sweat and tears were streaming silently down his face. It was a nightmare, he thought, the nightmare that had haunted him for the past three weeks. Harry checked the clock on his bedside table; it was four o'clock in the morning. He yawned then flopped down onto the bed again, feeling miserable because he was sure he wouldn't be able to fall asleep again. Staring at the ceiling, he wondered if Ron or Hermione had these visions of their last encounter with the Death Eaters just last month.
Harry and some of his fellow DA members, including Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville and Luna Lovegood, had battled a group of Death Eaters in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic. They went there in order to save Sirius Black, but soon realized they were tricked and there was no Sirius in the department. Also because of this, Sirius (the real one) got killed, and his friends all were injured.
Even though it had already been a month since the tragic event, Harry still was bottled up with anger; anger at himself for his stupidity and at Voldemort and all his gruesome Death Eaters.
The Dursleys, who before treated Harry like he was some kind of a vermin, have chosen to totally ignore his existence and all. They do not ask him any questions when he tries to sit down and watch the evening news on television with them; nor do they tell him off for coming home later then Dudley. In fact, he seems to become invisible within the household. However, Dudley sometimes gives him meaningful glares, which Harry hasn't yet figured out if it was hatred or gratitude. This was caused by a "nice little chat" Vernon and Petunia had at the end of last semester, with Moody, Lupin, Mr. Weasley, and Tonks. They warned his uncle and aunt that if they don't treat Harry well, they would come and make sure Harry gets revenge on them. Their attitude towards him suited Harry finely, because after all the tragic events that happened at school, he didn't think he can stand another of Uncle Vernon's questions and criticisms about him without starting a nasty row. Anyways, he thought, I know I won't be stuck here for long. I return here merely to keep my mother's protection on me going on. However, it was quite boring in the household and since he wasn't allowed to use magic there was nothing he could do to amuse himself. The only thing that kept him entertained were the letters from his best friends Ron and Hermione. Again, from the tone of their letters he guessed that the two were together, probably in Grimmauld's Place. Great, he thought. They were staying in the Head Quarters and having all the fun, while he was stuck in this miserable house with these "quiet" muggles.
The sky outside his window was growing lighter; starting from a delicate pink until it faded into a light blue. Well, another day has started, Harry thought grudgingly. He could hear that Aunt Petunia was already up and preparing breakfast. He trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen to find all the Dursleys sitting around the table and eating their morning orange juice and an apple, while watching TV. They didn't even bother to lift their heads up to show they know Harry has come down. Harry, who was not exactly following their family diet, got himself some toast and went back upstairs again to eat his breakfast. Aunt Petunia did not as much as warn him not to leave crumbs on the carpet, merely pursing her lips to show her dissatisfaction.
Harry opened his door, and to his surprise to found five owls perched on top of his wardrobe, waiting impatiently for him.
Chapter 1
Nightmare
A high-pitched evil laugh rang out throughout a circular room with lots of doors. Flashes of red and green light illuminated the whole place, while jinxes and curses of all sorts were being yelled by all sorts of voices. Suddenly, "Crucio" a female voice sounded off as a boy's scream of agony, of pain, protruded the mysterious depths of a dent-like room. It was a room with only chairs and a single arch standing in the middle of the "dent". A handsome man with long black hair was laughing but suddenly was hit by a red shot of light. He stumbled, with a look of surprise on his face, and as if time had just lost its pace, the man fell slowly and gracefully back into the arch. "Sirius! SIRIUS!" another boy cried out, "SHE KILLED HIM! I"LL KILL HER!".
Harry Potter awoke with a start, panting as if he just finished a marathon, while his forehead was seizing him painfully. He sat up and used his hands to massage and soothe the pain on his head. It was then that he realized that he was covered in a blanket of cold sweat and tears were streaming silently down his face. It was a nightmare, he thought, the nightmare that had haunted him for the past three weeks. Harry checked the clock on his bedside table; it was four o'clock in the morning. He yawned then flopped down onto the bed again, feeling miserable because he was sure he wouldn't be able to fall asleep again. Staring at the ceiling, he wondered if Ron or Hermione had these visions of their last encounter with the Death Eaters just last month.
Harry and some of his fellow DA members, including Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville and Luna Lovegood, had battled a group of Death Eaters in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic. They went there in order to save Sirius Black, but soon realized they were tricked and there was no Sirius in the department. Also because of this, Sirius (the real one) got killed, and his friends all were injured.
Even though it had already been a month since the tragic event, Harry still was bottled up with anger; anger at himself for his stupidity and at Voldemort and all his gruesome Death Eaters.
The Dursleys, who before treated Harry like he was some kind of a vermin, have chosen to totally ignore his existence and all. They do not ask him any questions when he tries to sit down and watch the evening news on television with them; nor do they tell him off for coming home later then Dudley. In fact, he seems to become invisible within the household. However, Dudley sometimes gives him meaningful glares, which Harry hasn't yet figured out if it was hatred or gratitude. This was caused by a "nice little chat" Vernon and Petunia had at the end of last semester, with Moody, Lupin, Mr. Weasley, and Tonks. They warned his uncle and aunt that if they don't treat Harry well, they would come and make sure Harry gets revenge on them. Their attitude towards him suited Harry finely, because after all the tragic events that happened at school, he didn't think he can stand another of Uncle Vernon's questions and criticisms about him without starting a nasty row. Anyways, he thought, I know I won't be stuck here for long. I return here merely to keep my mother's protection on me going on. However, it was quite boring in the household and since he wasn't allowed to use magic there was nothing he could do to amuse himself. The only thing that kept him entertained were the letters from his best friends Ron and Hermione. Again, from the tone of their letters he guessed that the two were together, probably in Grimmauld's Place. Great, he thought. They were staying in the Head Quarters and having all the fun, while he was stuck in this miserable house with these "quiet" muggles.
The sky outside his window was growing lighter; starting from a delicate pink until it faded into a light blue. Well, another day has started, Harry thought grudgingly. He could hear that Aunt Petunia was already up and preparing breakfast. He trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen to find all the Dursleys sitting around the table and eating their morning orange juice and an apple, while watching TV. They didn't even bother to lift their heads up to show they know Harry has come down. Harry, who was not exactly following their family diet, got himself some toast and went back upstairs again to eat his breakfast. Aunt Petunia did not as much as warn him not to leave crumbs on the carpet, merely pursing her lips to show her dissatisfaction.
Harry opened his door, and to his surprise to found five owls perched on top of his wardrobe, waiting impatiently for him.