Disclaimer: First of all, I am NOT JK Rowling. Secondly, Harry Potter and
all things related belong to HER, not me. (And even though that saddens me
greatly, there is nothing I can do about it.) Third, I am in no way making
any money off of this story. (Although that would be nice because then.
well, I'd be making money off this story.)
Summary: Harry is about to begin his seventh year at Hogwarts, and he has been having nightmares. They are horrible and frightening, and all are about the people he cares most about. Then he has a dream, a normal one, and within it there is a message; a message for Harry concerning the future of the wizarding world, and the second war that draws ever nearer.
Dreamless Sleep
Prologue: The Storm
Everyone knew the storm was coming. The heat and humidity of the day had been unbearable; suffocating anyone who dared to step outside. Dogs could hardly walk without tripping over their tongues, while cats hid under shady bushes. Just stepping outside resulted in rivers of sweat running down one's face. Everyone moved about as if in slow motion, feeling they would pass out if they moved too quickly. They were grateful when the sun went down, even though the humidity still pressed upon them.
Small children, who were supposed to be asleep in bed, whimpered and whined, complaining of sweaty sheets and hot, still air. Others lay awake on top of their beds, staring at the ceiling and trying their hardest to go to sleep. Only when complete exhaustion overwhelmed them did they drift off into fitful slumber.
Most were asleep when the storm broke later that night. A few were awoken by the thunder, but soon succumbed once more to their blissful rest. Save for one that is, who was jolted out of sleep by a searing pain, not the raging storm.
Summary: Harry is about to begin his seventh year at Hogwarts, and he has been having nightmares. They are horrible and frightening, and all are about the people he cares most about. Then he has a dream, a normal one, and within it there is a message; a message for Harry concerning the future of the wizarding world, and the second war that draws ever nearer.
Dreamless Sleep
Prologue: The Storm
Everyone knew the storm was coming. The heat and humidity of the day had been unbearable; suffocating anyone who dared to step outside. Dogs could hardly walk without tripping over their tongues, while cats hid under shady bushes. Just stepping outside resulted in rivers of sweat running down one's face. Everyone moved about as if in slow motion, feeling they would pass out if they moved too quickly. They were grateful when the sun went down, even though the humidity still pressed upon them.
Small children, who were supposed to be asleep in bed, whimpered and whined, complaining of sweaty sheets and hot, still air. Others lay awake on top of their beds, staring at the ceiling and trying their hardest to go to sleep. Only when complete exhaustion overwhelmed them did they drift off into fitful slumber.
Most were asleep when the storm broke later that night. A few were awoken by the thunder, but soon succumbed once more to their blissful rest. Save for one that is, who was jolted out of sleep by a searing pain, not the raging storm.