Title: Choice Words

Title: Choice Words

Author: J. Paige (jp_580@yahoo.com.au)

Rating: "G"

Category: Humour

Timeline: Summer before 4th year

Spoilers: None

Series: None

Disclaimer: I own nothing in this fiction.

Notes: It's really short. If this idea has already been done, I apologise sincerely. Please leave feedback!

Choice Words

Harry Potter was walking down the hallway to the kitchen to get a drink of water. Uncle Vernon was at work, and Aunt Petunia was out visiting a friend. Dudley was in the sitting room watching the television. Harry got his water and was walking back to his room when he heard a bit of what Dudley was watching. He smirked and crept to the edge of the room to see for himself.

Dudley was watching the Emeril Live! on the Food Network. Harry almost laughed out loud. Dudley couldn't eat what he wanted, so he watched it on TV. Smiling to himself, Harry headed back to his room. But he heard a few words coming from the TV and he stopped in his tracks. Did the guy on TV just say what he thought he did? No, of course not. Harry shook himself and climbed the stairs.

Harry was troubled the rest of the day. The phrase he heard on the TV was disturbing him. It sounded so familiar, yet he couldn't place where he'd heard it before. It brought a bad feeling to him, a cold feeling. The words kept repeating themselves in his mind and he couldn't shake them. He skipped dinner, to Dudley's delight, and went to bed early.

Nightmares filled his sleep. He dreamed he was in a dark forest with hundreds of dementors surrounding him. He tried to produce a patronus, but he dropped his wand. The dementors closed in on him, their hoods down. The dream shifted and he was in a very familiar house. He recognised everything about the small home, but he could never remember being there. He saw his parents, running outside. He saw himself in his mother's arms. Then he saw Lord Voldemort.

He watched as Voldemort killed his father, and then turned to his mother. He raised his wand, laughing. Harry could see his mother screaming something, but it was as though someone had pushed the "mute" button on her. Voldemort laughed again and spoke.

"Let's kick it up a notch."

There was a brilliant green light and Harry bolted awake in the darkness. He felt his forehead but there was no pain. The scene played itself over in his mind, again and again. Harry could distinctly hear the last word Voldemort said as he killed his mum.

"Bam!"