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Harry woke up to find himself covered in cold sweat. He could only recall that his dream was about a pretty girl with blue eyes on a boat. Surely, that could not have scared to the point where he was so tangled up in his bed sheets that he nor Hedwig could move a muscle. Exactly what Hedwig was doing in Harry's bedsheets did not concearn Harry at that moment, as he was certain this dream meant something. All his dreams seemed to have meant something, and a gut feeling told him that this one was very crucial. He had never seen the heavenly girl in his dream. She looked like an angel mated with a Veela who mated with some sort of giant, but beautiful butterfly.
Harry found it quite disturbing that he was in love with a girl he has seen only in his dreams, and that likley did not exist. But at the time he could not help but wonder why he was covered in cold sweat - was it a warning sign? But whatever it was - he did not want to think about it, so he attempted to occupy himself in untabgling himself and Hedwig, which proved to be quite a difficult task, because he realized that somehow, Ron and Hermione (who both appeared to be naked), had became tangled in his sheets. This was when Harry had realized that Uncle Vernon was right when he pointed out that bringing a 50 foot long sheet to Rons house is not a great idea.
After many hours of painful untangling, Harry found himself at the breakfast table, along with Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, George, Percy, Mrs Weasley, Mr Weasley and a woman whose name appeared to be JK Rowling (it said so on her shirt). Harry had no clue who she was, but she was writing busily on napkins, so he assumed she was a reporter - a really poor reporter, if it came to that. And also, a silent one. Harry had realized that it was compleatly silent at the table, save the sound of people breathing. He felt that Mrs Weasley read his mind when she broke the silence by saying, 'So, book lists came this morning. Came later than usual. We have to be on the train today, and we just got our booklists today. It's outrageous, I tell you.'
Harry realized that she was right. He finnaly had to go back to Hogwarts, which was a nice thought, as the Weasley household had been rather depressing lateley. Hopefully Hogwarts would be better. As they finished breakfast, Mrs Weasly pointed out that they had to drop by Diagon Alley to get their stuff, so they better get ready quickly, or she would set fire breathing garder gnomes on them. She had somehow managed to be able to control the psychotic creatures in her garden, right after they mutated last year because of the radiation from the Earth's core.
They said it was a sign - when creatures mutate rapidly. The creatures were preparing for something. Harry had a gut feeling he knew what the creatures were preparing for - but he felt better if he didn't think about it.
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AN2 : This is just the start. I have no clue where this is going. Im open to ideas, so uh, suggest something. I know its a bit dry now - hopefully it'll suck less later.