Stalker

In this world there are only few who have great sleep, the sleep in which either we have beautiful dreams or in which we don't have dream at all where we miss the night like we have lost its memory and not having a damn clue even if there was a bombing outside the window. But this about a boy who has been suffering from insomnia (sleeping problems) ever since he was a boy and more worse when he started going to a school which some times he even feels weird these things exists. But, accepted anyway because he has seen it and felt it, Ever since he got consciousness around him he got this weird feeling about the world that something is wrong with it. He could not speak to his uncle or aunt Mr. Vernon Dursley and Mrs. Petunia Dursley, not even his cousin Dudley Dursley. Anyway they were always freaked about him accusing of being a freak "Harry Potter is a bloody freak".

Then some thing happened on his eleventh birthday, his got mail from Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ever since that day in a stone cottage Hagrid, School's Games keeper and Care for Magical Creatures professor revealed him that he was not just harry, he was a Wizard. At that point he began to understand, and get some answers to the questions which were left blank and cant be logical or scientifically possible. But Harry potter accepted who he was.

"There is no one to help you potter… you are mine… no one touches him… you are going to die potter like you father and mother like any one who come in my way… you will fight me and I will kill you"

Harry was terrified and angry at same time looking at Lord Voldermort, Voldermort with smooth flick of hand released harry "Get up Boy… didn't the old fool teach some manners… bow against your opponent" and Voldermort raised his wand making harry bow with force.

"Come on boy" he barked again.

Harry decided and his anger overtaken by terror faced him green eyes facing red eyes.

At that instant both shouted "Experilliamus" "Avada Kevadra"

Harry bounced off the bed " What the …."

He realized he is having the same dream since beginning of the summer. And looked at clock it still showed "02:41 AM" "Damn just 2 hours" Harry muttered slowly not wanting to wake his relatives. His arse was bit sore from the fall, he got up and massaging his buttocks and feeling bit thirsty went for kitchen downstairs slowly not making a single sound. All he could hear was big snores from his aunt and uncle's bedroom. A thought flashed his mind, would aunt ever get sleep with sound like that?, he shrugged and emptied a glass of water, still in kitchen he could hear voices out side house near to kitchen window one guy saying "… stop making sounds… some might hear you… " and response and from other guy "…Okie dokie" "Tank … can you confirm the house number…" Harry, assumed they upto some thing and began to lean on kitchen window to hear them clearly.

"What … Tank put Morpheus on line…"

"Morpheus From what we know there is no one named potter in this neighborhood…" Harry's heart started beating rapidly as if he could hear his own heart with bulging eyes thinking "Death eaters" he whispered ," how could they know…" he began to sweat with his head boiling like cooker from thinking. He leaned a bit more, understanding they don't where he was? He might want to recognize the persons voice. He heard the voice in mobile "Cypher, are you sure about this… ok Let Neo take care of this. He will contact back when he needs help, get you ass back to Phone booth down the road" and there was a click and call might be off " come on Apoc, we already had 8 hours in this shit lets move" "ok lets go" Apoc answered and voices seemed distant.

Harry pocketed his wand which he took out by reflex when he heard voices, and walked back to his room Clock showed "03:08 AM" and began to think.

What on earth is going on here? Who were they and they were having mobiles… death eaters do not have mobiles? Do they when did voldermort started believing in muggle shit? Morpheus… Cypher… Apoc… Neo … and yea Tank" what weird names are these. And he drifted back to sleep. Dreaming about MI6 James bond movie which he watched from kitchen while doing chores… what was the movie…. Yea… Golden Eye. As if he James Bond rescuing world and romancing beautiful women. And dream shifted to Isabella Scorupco … hmmm sexy and hugging her on the bed and crushing her and his hands having a freedom to roam all over, when she turned to Harry's Side and Harry could not stop staring at her beautiful body taking initiative in kissing her great assets and rolled over her and fell down from the bed, only to recognize that he was romancing with pillow in a brightly lit room. Harry looked at clock "07:38 AM" smiled at romantic dream and got up looking the sun which lit his bedroom. He got up suddenly and shook his head, what was he thinking !. and got out of the bedroom.

Forgetting about the dream about voldermort began to fresh up.