Chapter 1
The White Room
Harry fell through a gigantic hole, entering a strange room. Everything was white. The bed, the desk, the floor, the ceiling, everything! Harry rubbed his eyes as he looked around. Suddenly, everything vanished leaving Harry standing alone in a room filled with nothing. Harry looked frantically around. Right behind him appeared a bright red door. Harry turned around and stared dumbstruck at the door, but didn't make a move towards it. The handle looks hot, and he was very tempted to turn the handle to see what was hidden behind that door. He slowly turned the doorknob. The handle spread happiness and warmness through his body, but right after, cold and sadness started to spread through his body like a fire. Harry jumped back, startled. What was happening? What is this door? Where am I? Questions swarmed through Harry's head, and yet he could not find the answers to any of them. He tried the handle again, and slowly but cautiously opened the door. Green light filled the room, everything went the shade of a very bright green.
Harry jumped out of bed looking around. Everything was normal. For once, he was glad that he was back in Private Drive. Sweat poured down his face as he tried to calm himself down. Did that actually happen? It seems so real, and the handle.Harry did not know. He sat on his bed looking at the clock, 1:46. Harry looked around for his glasses and put them on nervously. Yes, it was true. He WAS back at Private Drive. The Dursley's were asleep and snoring. Nothing could be as real as this. He fell to his knees and looked under his bed, he pulled up the loose floorboard and took out a book. Quidditch Through Ages. Maybe this will calm him down, he thought. But it didn't. Usually, when he has dreams, they always mean something. But what did this mean? It's probably just some excitement you had to get out of your body, a tiny voice in the back of his head said. "Yeah must probably", Harry answered back. Tomorrow, Harry was going to meet Ron and Hermione in Diagon Alley to do their shopping. It's Harry's 5th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry checked the clock again, 1:58. A whole 11 minutes have passed. Time sure passes quickly, Harry thought. If he wanted to wake up in time to meet Ron and Hermione at Diagon Alley, he better get some sleep. He closed the unread book, and crawled back into bed. Slowly, very slowly, he fell to sleep.
Harry fell through a gigantic hole, entering a strange room. Everything was white. The bed, the desk, the floor, the ceiling, everything! Harry rubbed his eyes as he looked around. Suddenly, everything vanished leaving Harry standing alone in a room filled with nothing. Harry looked frantically around. Right behind him appeared a bright red door. Harry turned around and stared dumbstruck at the door, but didn't make a move towards it. The handle looks hot, and he was very tempted to turn the handle to see what was hidden behind that door. He slowly turned the doorknob. The handle spread happiness and warmness through his body, but right after, cold and sadness started to spread through his body like a fire. Harry jumped back, startled. What was happening? What is this door? Where am I? Questions swarmed through Harry's head, and yet he could not find the answers to any of them. He tried the handle again, and slowly but cautiously opened the door. Green light filled the room, everything went the shade of a very bright green.
Harry jumped out of bed looking around. Everything was normal. For once, he was glad that he was back in Private Drive. Sweat poured down his face as he tried to calm himself down. Did that actually happen? It seems so real, and the handle.Harry did not know. He sat on his bed looking at the clock, 1:46. Harry looked around for his glasses and put them on nervously. Yes, it was true. He WAS back at Private Drive. The Dursley's were asleep and snoring. Nothing could be as real as this. He fell to his knees and looked under his bed, he pulled up the loose floorboard and took out a book. Quidditch Through Ages. Maybe this will calm him down, he thought. But it didn't. Usually, when he has dreams, they always mean something. But what did this mean? It's probably just some excitement you had to get out of your body, a tiny voice in the back of his head said. "Yeah must probably", Harry answered back. Tomorrow, Harry was going to meet Ron and Hermione in Diagon Alley to do their shopping. It's Harry's 5th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry checked the clock again, 1:58. A whole 11 minutes have passed. Time sure passes quickly, Harry thought. If he wanted to wake up in time to meet Ron and Hermione at Diagon Alley, he better get some sleep. He closed the unread book, and crawled back into bed. Slowly, very slowly, he fell to sleep.