-1Who Will Rescue Me?
Written by Chibikan
Summary: Harry Potter receives a mysterious letter from someone asking for help. Who could it be? What should he do? Can he rescue the poor helpless soul.
Prologue:
The dark of night, in a dark room. No one could see. A dark hand wrote, hurriedly on a sheet of parchment. A small owl took the message. And no one saw the owl fly into the night to deliver the letter.
A terrible storm poured and blew wildly about the country skies as the owl flew through. Winds threatened to send the poor creature into a tree or worse. But it was determined to reach it's destination. As it fought the storm, the figure that had written it prayed deep inside that the letter would reach friendly hands. Someone who would be able to help.
Meanwhile,
Harry Potter lay in his bed at the Dursley's, his stomach gnawing at him. He wasn't hungry, that was for sure, the Dursley's were making sure to keep him well treated with the threats of the Order hanging over their heads. But his stomach still hurt, keeping him awake. And it really wasn't a hurt, so much a feeling pooling there, deep in the pit of it. He just knew he had to keep awake, to fight sleep. Although, after the last year, his fifth, he wanted nothing more than to sleep, forever if possible. But, something inside told him, stay awake, wait. He turned his eyes to watch the night sky, although he didn't know why. Hedwig had long returned from hunting. His window was closed, but even still he could hear the fierce winds howling and the rain beat the glass with a monstrous strength. He watched the lightning light up the sky as bright as day, and, as the light faded, he saw something, a dark shape against the sky. It was coming closer. What was it? Was it merely a plane, no, he'd learned in muggle school that planes stayed up above the clouds in storms so bad. Harry didn't dare move his gaze from it. When it was close enough he could tell that it was a bird, an owl. He threw off his covers and went to the window. Yes, the bird was coming there. He wasted no time in opening the window. The wind and water chilled his room terribly. The owl blew in rather than flew in, and hit his floor, exhausted, with it's soaked burden. A letter with but one word on it….
Help…