None of the Harry P characters are mine - they are J.K.Rowling's. Blah,
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Chapter 1 - Where am I?
In a dark, lonely cell, Harry lay unconsciously. His watch struck 12am and rats scurried from there their far corners in fright. Harry woke with a start. The screaming in his dream had returned and this time he had had a dream of his mum. His scar was burning and he sat up clutching it and trying to recap on his dream. Voldemort had crept into his mum's room and his dad was fighting him viciously. Harry's dad had been killed and Harry awoke just before his mother died too. Now he understood. It was her scream, which kept waking him.
Now he was awake, he looked around for the first time. Where was he? His skull felt numb and sore as if the scream had pierced it. He acknowledged that he was in someplace different and that there was something unwelcoming about the place. He felt for his wand, but that had gone. How was it that he was there? Then he remembered.
He remembered that he was on his way to Quidditch practise and that as he had bent down and picked up his broomstick the world seemed to whoosh and there was a tugging at his navel. He had felt like that before. But where? Of course, when he was at the Weasly's and had gone to the Quidditch game and had held the boot, which had transferred him to another place. So that would mean that by touching his broomstick he had ended up here. Or had he? He remembered landing on a deserted graveyard where he had turned, but too late, and got whacked over the head by something. He remembered the figure which had done this was lanky but seemed to be of Harry's same age. There was something familiar about the way the figure had stood and Harry knew that he had seen him somewhere before. He had remembered a voice croak, "drag him to the cell", before he had passed out.
All the thinking had made his head hurt again. He groaned. That was when he sensed it. His scar started to burn like mad as if as a warning. He saw something dart in the far corner. A Rat. Spiders started to scurry around towards the corners. Then he heard rustling on the stone floor, like a cloak getting dragged along. He saw green light flash in the keyhole and then the door creaked open.
Chapter 1 - Where am I?
In a dark, lonely cell, Harry lay unconsciously. His watch struck 12am and rats scurried from there their far corners in fright. Harry woke with a start. The screaming in his dream had returned and this time he had had a dream of his mum. His scar was burning and he sat up clutching it and trying to recap on his dream. Voldemort had crept into his mum's room and his dad was fighting him viciously. Harry's dad had been killed and Harry awoke just before his mother died too. Now he understood. It was her scream, which kept waking him.
Now he was awake, he looked around for the first time. Where was he? His skull felt numb and sore as if the scream had pierced it. He acknowledged that he was in someplace different and that there was something unwelcoming about the place. He felt for his wand, but that had gone. How was it that he was there? Then he remembered.
He remembered that he was on his way to Quidditch practise and that as he had bent down and picked up his broomstick the world seemed to whoosh and there was a tugging at his navel. He had felt like that before. But where? Of course, when he was at the Weasly's and had gone to the Quidditch game and had held the boot, which had transferred him to another place. So that would mean that by touching his broomstick he had ended up here. Or had he? He remembered landing on a deserted graveyard where he had turned, but too late, and got whacked over the head by something. He remembered the figure which had done this was lanky but seemed to be of Harry's same age. There was something familiar about the way the figure had stood and Harry knew that he had seen him somewhere before. He had remembered a voice croak, "drag him to the cell", before he had passed out.
All the thinking had made his head hurt again. He groaned. That was when he sensed it. His scar started to burn like mad as if as a warning. He saw something dart in the far corner. A Rat. Spiders started to scurry around towards the corners. Then he heard rustling on the stone floor, like a cloak getting dragged along. He saw green light flash in the keyhole and then the door creaked open.