Harry Potter and the Fortress of Darkness
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Disclaimer: I take no claims to J.K. Rowling's characters and the book
itself. This my version of book seven of Harry Potter and it has nothing to
do with her final HP book.
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Chapter One: The Reoccurring Pain
One o'clock in the morning, August 1, Harry Potter woke up from a dead sleep in a cold sweat. Shaking, he sat up in bed and rubbed his scar, which was now burning violently. He looked around his room for a while, thinking about the dream he just had not too long ago. Hedwig, who had woken up, looked at Harry with what looked to be deep concern.
The dream seemed very vivid. He returned to the graveyard where it all happened. He still remembered the unfortunate events of the Triwiard Tournment that took place in his fourth year. Voldemort and his band of Death Eaters were there. He, Harry, and the Dark Lord were in a life-and- death battle duel. Harry being tortured with the first two unforgivable curses. Then at the very end of his dream, Harry weak with torture and Voldemort, equally battered, raised his wand, shouted, "Avada Kedavra!" Harry fell backward to the ground. The Dark Lord had killed him.
Harry was now 17 years old and at his final year at Hogwarts. He was determined to make his final year memorable. "I can't wait to out of here," he said as he heard the the snores of his cousin, Dudley. Harry had lived with the Dursleys all of his life, and was happy to leave to stay at the Weasleys again. He loved being there. It was almost like another home of his besides Hogwarts.
Harry focused back to his dream and his burning scar. The scar seemed to become worse and worse since Voldemort was now back and getting more and more stronger and powerful. Harry was fearing the worse of what was going to happen if Voldemort could not be stopped.
With the dream still fresh in his mind, he wrote to Professor Albus Dumbledore.
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
I had a another dream, but this time it's more vivid than the last one. Voldemort and the Death Eaters were there. I dreamt that he had killed me after he murdered a bunch of people, including my friends. Then I woke up with my scar violently burning. This is fourth dream I've ever had that was like this. What could all of this possibly mean? And why does Voldemort want to kill me?
-Harry
Harry then started on a new letter to his godfather Sirius Black. Even though Sirius name was cleared in Harry's sixth year, he still felt that it's too dangerous for Harry to stay with him. Voldemort could possibly track him down, then murder them both.
Dear Sirius,
I woke with my scar burning horribly. Before that I had a dream that I was back at the graveyard and Voldemort had killed me. Just thought you should know. Write to me soon.
-Harry
Just as Harry finished his second letter, he attached the first letter to Hedwig and then to a Spectacled owl that Sirius used to send him a birthday present to him yesterday. Then he took her to the window and let her go. The Spectacled owl flowed her. They flew over the houses, and continued onward. Harry looked at Hedwig's cage for a brief moment, then at the clock which now read "2:00."
Scar still feeling sore, Harry went back to bed, but he didn't fully close his eyes until it was nearly three o'clock. Fearing what may happen, he fell into an uneasy sleep.
Chapter One: The Reoccurring Pain
One o'clock in the morning, August 1, Harry Potter woke up from a dead sleep in a cold sweat. Shaking, he sat up in bed and rubbed his scar, which was now burning violently. He looked around his room for a while, thinking about the dream he just had not too long ago. Hedwig, who had woken up, looked at Harry with what looked to be deep concern.
The dream seemed very vivid. He returned to the graveyard where it all happened. He still remembered the unfortunate events of the Triwiard Tournment that took place in his fourth year. Voldemort and his band of Death Eaters were there. He, Harry, and the Dark Lord were in a life-and- death battle duel. Harry being tortured with the first two unforgivable curses. Then at the very end of his dream, Harry weak with torture and Voldemort, equally battered, raised his wand, shouted, "Avada Kedavra!" Harry fell backward to the ground. The Dark Lord had killed him.
Harry was now 17 years old and at his final year at Hogwarts. He was determined to make his final year memorable. "I can't wait to out of here," he said as he heard the the snores of his cousin, Dudley. Harry had lived with the Dursleys all of his life, and was happy to leave to stay at the Weasleys again. He loved being there. It was almost like another home of his besides Hogwarts.
Harry focused back to his dream and his burning scar. The scar seemed to become worse and worse since Voldemort was now back and getting more and more stronger and powerful. Harry was fearing the worse of what was going to happen if Voldemort could not be stopped.
With the dream still fresh in his mind, he wrote to Professor Albus Dumbledore.
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
I had a another dream, but this time it's more vivid than the last one. Voldemort and the Death Eaters were there. I dreamt that he had killed me after he murdered a bunch of people, including my friends. Then I woke up with my scar violently burning. This is fourth dream I've ever had that was like this. What could all of this possibly mean? And why does Voldemort want to kill me?
-Harry
Harry then started on a new letter to his godfather Sirius Black. Even though Sirius name was cleared in Harry's sixth year, he still felt that it's too dangerous for Harry to stay with him. Voldemort could possibly track him down, then murder them both.
Dear Sirius,
I woke with my scar burning horribly. Before that I had a dream that I was back at the graveyard and Voldemort had killed me. Just thought you should know. Write to me soon.
-Harry
Just as Harry finished his second letter, he attached the first letter to Hedwig and then to a Spectacled owl that Sirius used to send him a birthday present to him yesterday. Then he took her to the window and let her go. The Spectacled owl flowed her. They flew over the houses, and continued onward. Harry looked at Hedwig's cage for a brief moment, then at the clock which now read "2:00."
Scar still feeling sore, Harry went back to bed, but he didn't fully close his eyes until it was nearly three o'clock. Fearing what may happen, he fell into an uneasy sleep.