Someone to Call Mum
Chapter 1: Questions
Harry Potter awoke from a terrible nightmare. His green eyes darted around the small cupboard where he lay. Relax, Harry. Just a dream, he thought to himself. Well, I might as well get up. Save Aunt Petunia the trouble. As he tidied his sleeping bag, his thoughts wandered back to the nightmare. Flashes of green light. That was all he remembered of it. That was what he remembered from so long ago, too. But what did it all mean?
Harry tiptoed to the front door, careful not to awaken the Dursleys. The post came early on Privet Drive. He bent down and picked up the thin stack of mail. A postcard from Greece, some bills. And something addressed to Harry. Who would be writing to me? He wondered. Harry put the rest of the mail on the kitchen table, and slowly walked back to his cupboard. He opened the envelope. The letter inside read:
Dear Harry,
I know this will come as a great shock to you. I found out today that you are alive. It brings tears of joy to my eyes to know that you survived You-Know-who's attack on our family. When I awoke from my unconsciousness that night, you were gone and James was dead. My world came crashing down that night. But now, Harry, I know that you are alive. Please respond to me. I love you, my son.
Your mother
Lily Potter
The letter was a great shock. His mother? She had been dead for eleven years! How was she alive now? She and his father had both died in a car crash when Harry was not even a year old! How was all this possible? Questions rushed through Harry's head. He couldn't respond yet. He needed time to think. Harry penned a quick note to his aunt and uncle saying where he had gone. Not that they would care if he was gone, but he wouldn't want to come home to them angry because he had left.
Harry raced down Privet Drive and turned on to Magnolia Crescent. He was almost out of breath when he stopped running. Harry had arrived at his sanctuary.