Okay this is like my first fanfiction so please don't be too harsh and please, I would like to kno what people think of it coz I dunno if it is rubbish or not- pleez leave some comments =^_^=.
And BTW- here are my disclaimers, coz I know I will most probably forget in later chapters: here they are for the whole story *takes a deep breath* I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE ORIGINAL HP CHARACTERS- J.K Rowling created them all for her storys and I am just borrowing them for my FANfiction- and thats all im doing. If I make up my own character along the line then, and only then it's MY char, so if I create ne one, and u wanna use em, ask me first. Okay, now on with the story. And Remembere, R/R and no flames.
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Harry woke up in his bed at 4 Privet drive, and curled up tightly on his bed, hands pressed tightly on his forehead, trying to block out the seering pain emmiting from a lightning shaped scar that rested there, resisting the urge to scream.
Instead he bit his lip, to avoid waking up the Dursleys- Harry's only remaining family, who already hated him enough- he was sure that they wouldn't appreciate him waking them up with some -nonsence- as they liked to call it. He didn't even notice when his tooth went through his bottom lip, he was too scared to move. In front of his eyes, a scene played before him, and it frightened him- he had only seen visions in his dreams before- Never when he was awake, he was slightly worried about it, and he couldn't shake the vision from his mind, with nothing else to do, he bit his lip harder, and watched the scene play out before him.
~He was looking into the dark depths of a forest, where he saw tall man with his back to him, dressed magnificantly in hooded black robes, a short, fat man with a glowing silver hand -Peter, or Wormtail- stood at his side, and Harry's stomach sunk as he was forced to realize that the hooded man was Voldemort- he was the only reason Harry could see this, but his thoughts were interupted
as Voldemort raised his wand and muttered a spell so silently that even Wormtail couldn't hear him.
Seconds later another man in black robes appeared in the clearing, masked and hooded, and Harry recognized him as a Death Eater, and they must have been called to Voldemort. He frowned as more Death Eaters apparated into the clearing, until there were so many that Harry couldn't see them all in the dim light, that was blocked out by the monstrous trees and thier twisted branches.
"SILENCE" Harry heard a cold, bitter voice pierce the air, and the Death Eaters fell silent and swarmed around him. It could only be Voldemort who was talking, he could tell from the atmosphere that fell over the clearing, fear, and some other feeling he could not quite put his finger on......excitement, anticipation....... He shook his head to clear it.
"Dumbledore has protected Harry Potter long enough," the voice started up again, "he has foiled me long enough-we would have killed the boy and got rid of him once and for all if it had not been for him when we were in the Department of Mysteries last year," he glared, looking at the spaces where his lost Death Eaters should have stood, "However, while the Death Eaters who were imprisoned in Azkaban after the events failed to bring me the prophecy, they are my best. They can wait in Azkaban for awhile until they have paid for thier failures. I will break them out when I need them for my plan," he paused, looking around at his death eaters.
"This year we WILL kill Albus Dumbledore , and we will make sure the 'Boy who Lived' wish he had never been born," his cruel laughter faded with the image, and Harry collapsed on his bed shivering, and realising that blood had run from his lip and stained his oversized Pajamas. Then he fell into a deep sleep, feeling as if all the energy had been from his body.
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