I do not own Harry Potter. J.K Rowling does. All hail Queen Rowling! So this is gonna be fun.
CHAPTER ONE: Eyes In The Mirror
Harry blinked open his eyes and looked around the dark room in which he slept. Ron was snoring softly next to him (for once). He felt as if a fire was right underneath him. It was so warm… why was it so warm? He kicked the blankets off but it made no difference. He was burning. He got up, hoping that if he washed his face off, he'll be fine again.
Probably wasn't a fever, though. Perhaps a heat wave or something. Harry got up from bed and walked in a trance-like state to the bathroom across the hall. He walked into the small room and opened the tap and washed his face off, hoping the heat would leave him. After the third splash, he opened his eyes to be face to face with the mirror and the heat left him completely and was replaced with ice.
Behind him in the mirror stood Voldemort, red eyes gleaming in delight with a smirk upon his pale, snake like face. Harry spun around to face the dark wizard but was met with the dark, blurry bedroom of Grimmauld Place, 12 again.
He didn't feel too cold or hot and Ron's snores were a little louder than it had been. Finally, he realized… it was just a dream.
Mwahahaha! This is an old story that I found. I'll upload whenever a nightmare comes to my mind. Up next: Little Wendy.
- THE DEMENTORS DINNER PARTY
