Okay guys I think you should read this... It's not as bad as it may seem! Read it, review, please? Whatever you feel like is bad or needs to be fixed say it, I'll take it into consideration :) Please have in mind that I'm not British nor American, I do nor speak English very well, so...
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He was standing in front of the house, talking to someone. A boy. She has never seen the boy before, she didn't know he even had friends outside of school. She has become aware of the change. Ever since he got back from school two months go he started to act like he never did. If it was even possible, he was even more closed, never talked to any of them unless they asked him something, which was rare, as soon as the sun came up he was out, sometimes staying out until midnight, sometimes not even coming home for a few days, he was paler, his eyes were different, they weren't as bright and as innocent as they were, he was always wearing black, even though she knew the only cloth he had in his closet were Dudley's and Dudley never wore black. She asked herself where did he get the money to buy new cloth? To buy a guitar? To buy all those weird herbs he hid under his bed alongside with his school books? She never even thought about asking, of course. That was none of her business, she was aware of that. She knew she had no right to show her concern or to be angry at him but that couldn't change the fact that she was. So angry for him not talking to them, so angry because he wasn't as sarcastic and ironic when talking to them as he used to be, but yet, concerned because, even she, saw the deep sadness combined with something much more complicated and darker that came out of his a muggle, like he called under his breath sometimes, could notice that he wasn't the boy he used to be, that he grew up over the summer and he wasn't a normal wizard boy anymore. But Petunia Dursley's concerns, as much as justified, weren't important, because, even though she was right, it didn't matter what she thought, because Harry Potter was a part of something that her little tiny, conservative, closed muggle brain could never understand.
His dreams began when he was still at Hogwarts. He never told anyone about them because he was sure everyone was used to him having weird dreams, and let's be honest, the dreams weren't the craziest thing that ever happened to him, even though he was a bit scared of them. They were nothing, really. And he didn't know why was he feeling that way, they weren't as horrible as those when he was dreaming Voldemort or his mother dying or Cedric's death or well.. they were really simple. Something even a muggle could dream. But he knew they weren't that simple. Not every muggle has four identical dreams, arranged in a way that they repeat in the same order every night, not leaving even a little tiny thing out. At first he thought he was exaggerating, but then, two days after he got from Hogwarts, he heard the voice for the first time. At the begging it was just noise that was harmonized with the dream, just like when you were watching a documentary about the animals and the cheetah mother is chasing the antelope and the music in the back is fast, changing as the cheetah is getting close to its prey and at the end when she crashes her teeth into its powerful body, the music stops for a moment, you're watching how the life is shuting down, then it continues with simple and gentle tones as you watch the cheetah mother carrying the lifeless body of the antelope to her hungry cubs. The music is beautiful thing. It can say so much more than the words. But it can also tell you how to feel. Harry always imagined the music in the backround of the documentaries as the mother nature who's cheering for cheetah mother and her cubs because she knows that if they don't eat they will die, or be killed by the lions, so at the end, when everything turns out to be good, the soft tones in the back are representing mother nature's mild voice, approving. That's how it turned out to be in Harry's dreams. The music he heard alongside the places he saw was actually someone's voice, at first, calling for his name, and after that, actually starting to talk to him.
The Fire Dream, it was the first one. And the first one in which the voice started talking to him.
At first everything was dark. It seemed to be just like any other dream he had,that everyone had, slowly drowning into darkness, and having a dreamless night that consumed every human. The reason we sleep is to get rest, and that is why our dreamless dreams are dark. Because black is the color of tranquil and calmness. Totally opposite to the red that appeared the next second of his dream. Everything seemed to be on fire, and by everything he was thinking about the forest he was walking through. It did surprise him, it seemed like such a calm place, he was sure that when there was no fire this would be like heaven on Earth. It had all the factors of it, loads of beautiful, tall, healthy trees, path that led into the labyrinth of green leaves, the breeze, a small curving stream filled with huge rocks and stones... even now, when it was all on fire, and to some may have looked like hell itself, it was beautiful. The fact that surprised Harry the most was that the stream was also on fire. Its once greenish color was turned into a hot, boiling red. The first time Harry was there he thought it could be blood, but he didn't have time to go and look because he woke up or in other cases the situation in the dream changed quickly into a hot summer day with the Sun high above, shining so hard that some would be burned at the spot. But Harry felt calmness. He was so happy it sometimes freaked him out. His first dream didn't let him notice the temperamental music, but next time he dreamed about the raging fire and burning the Earth down Sun,he noticed. It seemed like piano. He was never good at music, well, he never actually listened to music or played an instrument or anything, but he was educated enough to know that that was something Mozart would be proud of to say is his.
Harry began to realize what was going on after he had The Earth, The Air and The Water Dream. Everything was exactly the same as the first one, everything was happening in the same forest just that it wasn't on fire, and after a few moments after that, it changed just like it did in The Fire Dream.
When he was having his Earth Dream the forest was even more beautiful than it was when he imagined it in his first dream without fire. Green. Loads and loads of beautiful green. He didn't have time to look around, at least he thought so, when the situation changed. He was in the same forest, but everything around him was dark. Not completely dark, actually, it seemed like midnight. He couldn't see the stars because the trees were so thick, but he was able to see the moon shining, and it was beautiful. The flute that played so calm tones minutes before when he was here in a broad daylight, were now a bit rougher, but beautiful nevertheless.
In his Air Dream things weren't much different, actually, the forest wasn't much different. It was still beautiful and green but there weren't so many shades of green and there weren't so many leaves on the trees. Even Harry was able to realize, it was another time of year- spring. The breeze was refreshing, he wasn't able to make a decision, was the melody made by harp more beautiful than the birds song? As he wandered around the forest he noticed that there aren't as many trees as there were, he could see the meadow that appeared in front of him out of nothing. It was a dream so he wasn't surprised by it. He made a few steps ahead and felt wind billowing into his hair. It was fresh and cool, he breath in deeply, wanted that moment to last forever, he realized that he never actually felt peace like this. Peace can be attained if you allow your thoughts to flow free.
Water Dream. Winter. His forest was swallowed by snow and the stream was now frozen, covered with thin layer of ice, and below it water was blue, clear and passive. The ice at the top was just like his aunt's big mirror she had in the hallway, but Harry was never able to look at it as he was looking at this nature's most beautiful mirror. He could see his messy black hair and his scar tucked underneath it, he wasn't wearing his glasses, and his big blue eyes were showing even more. When he realized what he just saw his eyes widened even more and if his face wasn't as symmetrical as it was, he was sure that in some other case his nose would have to make room for them to fit. He was surprised for a minute, but then was convinced that was just a reflection and laughed nervously as he pulled out his wand and summoned a mirror, just to be sure. He didn't know from where did this mirror came from, but he didn't have time to think about it because he let out a quiet scream as he looked at his once green, now two pacific blue eyes.
A real scream came out when he heard a soft chuckle behind him.
He turned around and saw no one. He thought maybe he was just imagining it, but then as he looked suspiciously around came even louder sound, someone was laughing. He made a few firm steps towards the place he heard the voice, but there was nothing but broken twigs covered in snow. He stepped back, turning around, realizing there was no sound of guitar playing violently or anything so he became suspicious. And then laughed. He was amazed by his paranoia. It was all just a dream, why was he feeling so uncomfortable? But then.. if it was just a dream, why was he able to think rationally and recognize the situation? Wasn't it supposed to be different? Wasn't he supposed to fly from one place to another, and whenever he gets suspicious to wake up? Was he even supposed to get suspicious?
"I can see you're having a bull fight in your head, young boy, and I assume why." someone chuckled and Harry's heart sank. He looked around, his eyes narrowed, he couldn't see anything, and that made him feel desperate. How was he supposed to fight someone/something if it attacks him if he can't see it?
"Oh, don't worry, Harry, I won't hurt you. I would never have the chances against you, don't worry. This is just a precaution." another chuckle.
"Who are you?" Harry's voice was calm and steady. He thought he has nothing to fear of. He's not that much of a bad luck so someone kills him in a dream. And why would anyone first give him so many nights of beautiful dreams, after which he felt terrible actually, but they were still beautiful, and then kill him in one of them? It made no sense whatsoever, but, yet again, nothing in his life made sense whatsoever, even his life made no sense.
"Mother Nature." another chuckle. "Just kidding. I'm the guardian of the Loom." Harry felt a desire to roll his eyes, but didn't. Was he supposed to know who the hell Loom was?
"Oh, nice to meet you... or talk to you, I don't know..."
"You don't worry, there's time for everything, we shall meet, but first, I do believe I have a few things to explain to you, do I now?" the voice now became kind of serious and Harry realized it was a woman's voice. Weird, he wasn't able to recognize it before, but now it seemed so obvious.
"What?"
"What what?" she was confused, and he imagined some Madam Rosmerta look like lady with a goofy expression on her face while asking the last question.
"What do you have to explain to me?" he felt a bit annoyed. It was like he was trying to make a conversation with Colin Creevey.
"As for me, I think nothing. I assume you already realized what's going on, and that you'll agree on everything with us, but orders from above, they say even if you knew I have to tell you.. Isn't that a bit stupid now? But, who asks me anything? No one. Nothing. Of course. If you had any questions about it or anything, I have to give you all the answers, they wrote them down for me, if I forget it, as if I was that stupid." a little snort came out and a quick laugh before she continued "They would've came here themselves but you know the situation, they can't leave now, especially Nixsa, he's been going wild lately, Paralda told him he sees some sense but he's not listening, Ghobe went to see what's going on today so they can solve it once and for all, they can't have these kind of situations in the middle of war, now! I swear, this is the only time I've seen Djinn as the calmest one and the one who actually wants to help. I couldn't have believed it when he came here and told we have to go in! Hah! Of course, we were all happy, although Ghobe wasn't sharing our opinion, who knows why, but I guess he was always the calm one, never wanted to start a fight or anything, calm and all... Maybe that's why he's so small now, others must've kicked his ass off when he was little, and all he did was probably just stare at them.." he could see the expression his imagined Madam Rosmerta made in his mind, waving her head and laughing a bit, but that was the only thing he was able to recognize. All that she said..
"I'm sorry, what?"
"What what?" came the confused voice above.
"What are you talking about? Ghoby? Palala? What in the bloody hell..?"
"Oh my holy nymphs!" she laughed and laughed and he could even imagine the tears in her eyes. "In the name of Wyvern, they were right!" more haha's and hihi's came, and the only thing Harry was able to do is wait her to stop.
"Yo! Are you alright? You're going to choke.."
"No worries, I won't. Oh, oh... Alrighty then..." chuckle "Harry, you stupid, stupid boy, you're an elemental wizard!"