Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter * sob *
A/N: This is my first Fan Fic so be nice. I have resubmitted this, sorry if it has caused you any bother. There are only a few minor changes.
Thanks to: rayvern,
Twigletmoo,
flutechick,
kateydidnt,
suse,
Kestrel,
Starre and
Alexandria Fairchild for giving me a review. I love you guys!
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The Dream
Harry Potter wandered though the drafty corridors.
His destination was Griffindor tower, but his mind was on more important things, the Quidditch season was about to begin and he had recently been appointed Quiddich captain for Griffindor as Oliver Wood had left two years previously.
Harry's mind was so occupied with tactics and moves that he didn't know he was outside the staff room until human voices interrupted his trail of thought.
"So that's why Albus." It was Professor Mc Gonagall sounding rather more flustered than her usual strict self.
"And Harry has no idea."
Harry stood tentatively, intrigued by the conversation that was taking place. They were talking about him. Why?
Harry, hearing movement inside the staff room, hurried away not wanting to be caught eavesdropping. He walked as fast as he could toward the Griffindor common room to tell Ron and Hermione what he had just heard.
When Harry finished telling them they reacted just as Harry expected them to, Hermione looked interested but torn between the horror of Harry eavesdropping and disappointment that Harry hadn't found out more. Ron, however, looked confused and scared.
"It couldn't be something t..to do with 'You-know-who' could it"?
Harry felt his stomach plummet. He hadn't thought of that. He went to bed that night almost wishing he hadn't told them. What if it was to do with Voldemort? There couldn't be something more about him: could there?
Harry slept uneasy that night. His dreams were plagued by visions of Voldemort again and he woke up at daybreak in his usual breathless and panicky state.
In the next few weeks Ron and Hermione, worried about Harry, watched him closely and they noticed the dark circles that were starting to appear around his eyes.
They didn't know half of it.
Harry was getting daily vision of Voldemort now ad he felt the pain in his scar worse than ever when he Deatheaters were being 'punished'. Also Harry's lack of sleep was starting to affects his work and the teachers were starting to notice.
Harry was summoned to Professor Mc Gonagalls office one chilly Friday evening. He knocked on the door and entered. As he walked into the room he was surprised to see not only Professor Mc Gonagall but Professor Dumbledore as well. They both watched as he entered. "Oh.Potter, sit down, there is nothing to worry about we just wanted a little talk."
Harry sat.
"It has come to my attention Harry that recently your work has gone downhill and you seem very tired, is anything wrong?" Queried Professor Mc Gonagall.
Harry thought about this, how could he tell them that Voldemort haunted his dreams so he kept himself awake? How could he say that his forehead sometimes felt like it was bursting and that Ron and Hermione were more anxious about getting more O.W.L.S rather than the fact that Voldemort was regaining power?
Harry looked up at the two adults watching him intently. They wouldn't understand.
"No Professors, there's nothing wrong."
It was a lie, and by the look in the light blue eyes surveying him, Harry knew that Dumbledore had guessed too.
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Harry changed into his pyjamas and climbed into bed leaving his glasses onto think.
He would have to sleep tonight as Quiddich training started on Monday so he needed to rest as he didn't want to fall off his broomstick.
So Harry took off his glasses and slid down into the blankets embracing the warmth.
He fell asleep.
* dream *
Harry was flying, travelling to another dimension until..his feet touched solid ground. He was in a dimly lit room, old, dusty, unkept for years but there was two figure shadowd against the flickering firelight.
"I need him" spoke a voice in a soft hiss.
"Why Master"? The other stuttered.
"Why" The hiss now dripped with pure venom. Wormtail flinched, expecting to feel to Cruciatus curse hit him for asking too many questions, but, looking into Voldemort's eyes he could see him living in a dream.
"Why do I need him? I need to take something from him".
"His blood"? Came the hopeful whine of Wormtail.
"His life," stated the soft hiss.
"I want Harry Potter's life."
Harry felt his breath catch in his chest, he knew Voldemort wanted to kill him but it was more terrifying hearing it. He knew Wormtail never wanted him dead because of an impenetrable bond Peter and him shared. Harry had saved his life.
"Why," Wormtail's desperate whine asked.
"I want to become immortal."
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A/N: I would love someone to be a critical friend and Review (hint)!
Chapter 2 is coming I promise!
A/N: This is my first Fan Fic so be nice. I have resubmitted this, sorry if it has caused you any bother. There are only a few minor changes.
Thanks to: rayvern,
Twigletmoo,
flutechick,
kateydidnt,
suse,
Kestrel,
Starre and
Alexandria Fairchild for giving me a review. I love you guys!
* * *
The Dream
Harry Potter wandered though the drafty corridors.
His destination was Griffindor tower, but his mind was on more important things, the Quidditch season was about to begin and he had recently been appointed Quiddich captain for Griffindor as Oliver Wood had left two years previously.
Harry's mind was so occupied with tactics and moves that he didn't know he was outside the staff room until human voices interrupted his trail of thought.
"So that's why Albus." It was Professor Mc Gonagall sounding rather more flustered than her usual strict self.
"And Harry has no idea."
Harry stood tentatively, intrigued by the conversation that was taking place. They were talking about him. Why?
Harry, hearing movement inside the staff room, hurried away not wanting to be caught eavesdropping. He walked as fast as he could toward the Griffindor common room to tell Ron and Hermione what he had just heard.
When Harry finished telling them they reacted just as Harry expected them to, Hermione looked interested but torn between the horror of Harry eavesdropping and disappointment that Harry hadn't found out more. Ron, however, looked confused and scared.
"It couldn't be something t..to do with 'You-know-who' could it"?
Harry felt his stomach plummet. He hadn't thought of that. He went to bed that night almost wishing he hadn't told them. What if it was to do with Voldemort? There couldn't be something more about him: could there?
Harry slept uneasy that night. His dreams were plagued by visions of Voldemort again and he woke up at daybreak in his usual breathless and panicky state.
In the next few weeks Ron and Hermione, worried about Harry, watched him closely and they noticed the dark circles that were starting to appear around his eyes.
They didn't know half of it.
Harry was getting daily vision of Voldemort now ad he felt the pain in his scar worse than ever when he Deatheaters were being 'punished'. Also Harry's lack of sleep was starting to affects his work and the teachers were starting to notice.
Harry was summoned to Professor Mc Gonagalls office one chilly Friday evening. He knocked on the door and entered. As he walked into the room he was surprised to see not only Professor Mc Gonagall but Professor Dumbledore as well. They both watched as he entered. "Oh.Potter, sit down, there is nothing to worry about we just wanted a little talk."
Harry sat.
"It has come to my attention Harry that recently your work has gone downhill and you seem very tired, is anything wrong?" Queried Professor Mc Gonagall.
Harry thought about this, how could he tell them that Voldemort haunted his dreams so he kept himself awake? How could he say that his forehead sometimes felt like it was bursting and that Ron and Hermione were more anxious about getting more O.W.L.S rather than the fact that Voldemort was regaining power?
Harry looked up at the two adults watching him intently. They wouldn't understand.
"No Professors, there's nothing wrong."
It was a lie, and by the look in the light blue eyes surveying him, Harry knew that Dumbledore had guessed too.
* * *
Harry changed into his pyjamas and climbed into bed leaving his glasses onto think.
He would have to sleep tonight as Quiddich training started on Monday so he needed to rest as he didn't want to fall off his broomstick.
So Harry took off his glasses and slid down into the blankets embracing the warmth.
He fell asleep.
* dream *
Harry was flying, travelling to another dimension until..his feet touched solid ground. He was in a dimly lit room, old, dusty, unkept for years but there was two figure shadowd against the flickering firelight.
"I need him" spoke a voice in a soft hiss.
"Why Master"? The other stuttered.
"Why" The hiss now dripped with pure venom. Wormtail flinched, expecting to feel to Cruciatus curse hit him for asking too many questions, but, looking into Voldemort's eyes he could see him living in a dream.
"Why do I need him? I need to take something from him".
"His blood"? Came the hopeful whine of Wormtail.
"His life," stated the soft hiss.
"I want Harry Potter's life."
Harry felt his breath catch in his chest, he knew Voldemort wanted to kill him but it was more terrifying hearing it. He knew Wormtail never wanted him dead because of an impenetrable bond Peter and him shared. Harry had saved his life.
"Why," Wormtail's desperate whine asked.
"I want to become immortal."
* * *
A/N: I would love someone to be a critical friend and Review (hint)!
Chapter 2 is coming I promise!