Disclaimer: I am not J.K Rowling, nor do I claim her works.
Prologue
I gasped and awoke with a start, breathing hard. I had another one of those dreams. Those terrifying dreams that seem so real. . . .almost like a vision. But it's impossible. The headmaster here at school is Albus Dumbledore. The school in my dream had a different headmaster. . . .ruthless. . . . .
You may be wondering who I am. My name is Harry Potter, a fourteen year old wizard who attends Hogwarts, the school for Witchcraft and Wizardry. I'm in my fourth year. When I was a year old, an evil wizard by the name of Voldemort tried to kill me. I've yet to understand why. . . . .Needless to say, he failed. He also nearly killed himself in the process. The last I saw, he was a mere memory. A part of his own diary. I ended up destroying that part of him too, in the Chamber of Secrets. (Long story.) Some say that he's gone now, for good. But I say he's still out there. Why? Because I'm the boy who lived, and I've faced him three times now, each time narrowly escaping with my life. He won't die until he's got me. Well, he hasn't gotten me yet.
At this exact moment I was sitting up in my four-poster bed, clutching my blankets to my chest white knuckled. I needed to get to sleep desperately. . . . . There was a test in potions tomorrow, and I needed to be awake for it. Snape wouldn't show mercy if I said I was up with nightmares. Besides that, there was supposed to be a big announcement tomorrow, and I wanted to be somewhat alive when Professor Dumbledore announced it. The professors and Ron's relatives (Ron is one of my best friends. Hermione is my other.) had been sneaking hints about it all summer and through the first few days of school. Remember when I said I had a test in potions? Yes, that's right. A test in the first few days. That's Snape for you.
I took a deep breath. I held it for a few seconds, and then let it out slowly. In the bed next to me was Neville Longbottom, his snores resounding throughout the room loudly. In the bunk above, Ron snores were interrupted by a large snort, and he mumbled, "Spiders. . ." I laughed quietly. Ron was terrified of spiders. Even more so after the Chamber of Secrets incident. . . .
I estimated that it was about 11:30, so I lay back down on my pillow, wiping sweat from my forehead. I closed my eyes, and again, I fell into a terrifying nightmare. . . .
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