The Secrets of the Past

Chapter One: The Memories

"You'll never escape me, Harry! I'm everywhere, so there is nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. Eventually you will end up just like your parents. You'll never win!" said Voldemort who was now laughing and pointing his wand at Harry Potter.

Harry was cornered in a dark room with his back to a wall. He had a feeling that this was the end for him. He would never get to see his friends Ron and Hermione again or his godfather Sirius. He would never get to graduate from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He would never get to play Quidditch ever again. Voldemort was right, he would meet the same end as his parents had fourteen years ago.

"Avada Kedavra!" yelled the dark lord. With that a blast of green light shot from the end of Voldemort's wand that was heading straight for Harry.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" cried Harry as his eyes were now blinded by the green wave of light.

"NO!" cried Harry who was now out of breath and in a cold sweat. He looked around at his surroundings and realized he was in his bedroom at Privet Drive with the Dursleys

He had been having the same dream for a week and a half now, ever since he came back from school. He had been haunted by the attack on him that had happened just a couple of weeks ago. The sight of the graveyard he was taken to, the look on Cedric Diggory's face when Harry saw his dead body, watching Voldemort come back to his full power; all of these events had been clouding his mind. But the sight that just seemed to never go away were the visions of his parents. Just thinking about it made his eyes sting. The look on his mum's face, the sound of his dad telling him to hold on, all of these flashes of his memory haunted him day and (most especially) night.

He looked over at his alarm clock that was on his nightstand near his bed, which was blurry to him since he didn't have his glasses on. But he could make out that the time was now 12:38 in the morning. He couldn't stand to stay in bed any longer for fear that he might fall back to sleep again which was the last thing he wanted to do now. He got out of bed quietly and walked over to his window and stared out into pure darkness. He really didn't have anyone to talk to for a couple of days now because Hedwig had been gone a couple of days. She was delivering a letter to his godfather Sirius Black, telling him about his dreams. Although he didn't tell him exactly what they were about, since he didn't want to worry him. He just told him that he was having difficulty sleeping and needed someone to talk to.

Harry knew that if he went and told the Dursleys about what had happened just a few weeks ago, they would probably be disappointed that he didn't die instead of Cedric. He wanted to tell his best friends Ron and Hermione about what he was going through. But he knew that they wouldn't understand and he also didn't want to worry them even more than they already were.

As he continued to look out at the dark and deserted street that laid before him, he saw some movement in the sky. There were two birds flying directly toward him. One of the birds was larger than the other. As they drew near Harry realized that the birds were his pet owl Hedwig and Ron's owl Pig. He opened his window and let them fly into his room and land on his bed.

Pig (Pigwidgeon) looked exhausted from his trip from the Burrow. Harry untied the letter that was attached to the little owl's foot and carried him over to Hedwig's cage so he could have a drink.

"There you go Pig. Just relax now." said Harry as he turned back to his bed and noticed that Hedwig also had something tied to her foot. "What have you got Hedwig?"

He took the letter from this owl's foot and opened it. It was a letter from Sirius.

Dear Harry,

I'm sorry to hear about your nightmares. I know what you went through was very difficult and I'm glad you can talk to me about it. I know for a fact that both Lily and James would have been very proud of you and of what you did. The only thing I can tell you is to try and not think about it. I wish I could do more for you, to be there for you.

But here is a bit of news that might cheer you up. If all goes well here, you might not have to stay with your aunt and uncle all summer. You'll be staying with your friend Ron and his family, just as a precaution. There have been a couple of rumors going around and Dumbledore thinks that it would probably be best to stay with a wizard family for a bit. This will also allow me to visit you more often.

Stay safe and mind the muggles just a bit longer.

-Sirius

"What? Leave the Dursleys for and entire summer? I can't believe it. It's like a dream come true!" exclaimed Harry to his owl who was now nibbling at some food in her cage. Harry then took the letter from Ron and began to read it.

Hi Harry-

I don't know if Snuffles told you yet, but there is a pretty good chance that you can spend the summer with us instead of the Dursleys. (How are you holding up with the muggles?)

I hope that this will bring you some good thoughts. Hermione said she might come over and spend the last few weeks of vacation with us, since she's taking a trip with her parents. (Oh, goodie more of her badgering.) I know that what you went through was rough. But, if you need someone to talk to, you can count on me. Stay safe.

-Ron

P.S. Fred and George want to know if you want any Ton-Tongue Toffee to use on your cousin.

"Thanks Ron." said Harry aloud to himself. He looked over at Hedwig and Pig who were now starting to fall asleep. Harry went over to his desk and picked up the leather bound photo album that Hagrid gave him a couple of years ago. He layed down on his bed and took out a flashlight that was near his nightstand and began to look at the wizard pictures of his parents. He looked at his parents wedding day picture with his mum and dad waving and smiling at him. Also in the picture were his godfather Sirius Black who was smiling at him too, and a very pretty woman with light brown hair. Harry didn't know who the woman was. He never saw her before, but he figured that she was probably a friend of his parents. Then he came across another picture. This one was of his parents and their friends when they were at Hogwarts. He could recognize one of the people in the picture as Remus Lupin, another one of his dad's mates. One of the guys was making a face at the camera that Harry recognized easily as a younger version of Sirius because of his long black hair. He also was a short chubby figure that was sitting near his dad whose hair was messed up just like Harry's. He knew that this was Peter Pettigrew, the boy who later betrayed his parents by telling Voldemort where they were hiding. He saw his mom sitting in the middle of two other girls all of who were sitting near a fireplace. He recognized his mom, Lily, by her auburn hair and bright green eyes. The girl to her left had jet-black hair, brown eyes, and was laughing. The girl to her right had blond hair and bright blue eyes. She looked as if she was laughing so hard that her sides were beginning to hurt. From what he could tell, everyone in the picture look very happy at the time.

He then started to wonder whether he would be that happy. The thought of being with the Weasleys the rest of the summer holiday seemed like a dream come true. Harry would do absolutely anything to escape the wrath of his oversized cousin Dudley. He had spent enough summer holidays being pushed and shoved by him. Plus he wouldn't have to hear his aunt Petunia annoying voice or his uncle Vernon barking orders at him.

He started to image what it would be like to live at the Burrow again. He could see him, Ron, and his twin brothers Fred and George running through the garden kicking out gnomes that would hide in the flowerbeds. He could also imagine sitting at the kitchen table answering all of Mr. Weasley's questions about muggles. But most of all he could see himself practicing on his Firebolt. Just flying in the air practicing dives and turns was pure heaven to him

With all these visions popping up in his head, Harry could feel his eyes grow heavy. Soon he was fast asleep dreaming of being free from his muggle relatives and soaring through the air on a Quidditch field. But most of all he wasn't dreaming of being chased by the dark Lord Voldemort.

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A/N- I hope all of you like the start of this. I know it sounds familiar but it will get interesting soon. I'm open to new ideas for the story so please review.

Now I would like to thank a few people for helping me out with the story. First I'd like to thank the usual, my family for putting up with me and my ideas for the story. Second I'd like to thank my best friend Kelly. Thanks for all those lunch talks and helping me come up with new twist and turns and plots. You are a great friend.

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!!!!!!! I'm a poor little student who doesn't even own a cell phone. It's all J.K. Rowling. I only own the characters and plots that I made up.