The classroom was stifling. Sunlight poured through grimy windows and dust particles could be seen floating lazily around. Those students who were not impervious to the wicked lull of the lesson were slumped over their desks, some on the pretense of taking notes, others pretending to read, though the odd snore or snort would sometimes escape them, unnoticed by the teacher, professor Binns, who droned on regardless of who was listening.
One student towards the back of the classroom, a student with remarkably untidy hair and glasses askew was leaning over the back of his chair, staring at the ceiling with dull eyes was fighting as hard as he could to resist the five ton weights that seemed to rest on his eyelids. But of course, eventually they drifted shut, and the boy drifted off into an easy slumber.
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A plethora of colors and images ran across the fields of Harry's mind: Snippets from quiddich games, conversations with Ron or Hermione, and other such boring stuff.
And then one image came into his mind, more defined than the rest, and truly frightening. He was once again tied to a gravestone in a cemetery at night in some obscure little town. He tried moving, but couldn't.
Perfect. He didn't need this again. Not again.
A shadow emerged from the darkness, slowly stepping towards him.
A thin, pale, sallow face. Red eyes, and slits for nostrils.
Lord Voldemort paced towards him, a truly demonic smirk curving the tips of his lips.
"Untie him, Wormtail. Let me prove that I a more powerful than this pathetic creature before me." he hissed.
Peter Pettigrew, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, unied Harry's bonds and pushed him towards the dark lord.
Harry stumbled, his leg suddenly hurting.
"Now, we will see who is the best, once and for all."
Harry looked around. Something was missing...
"Do I get a wand?"
Voldemort laughed harshly. "Wand? Oh, you won't need a wand!"
Harry opened his mouth to ask what in the hell Voldemort meant, but before he could, the fiend in question pounced on Harry, interlocking his left fingers with Harry's right hand, and wrapping his right hand around Harry's waist.
"TANGO!" and Voldemort proceeded to drag Harry around the graveyard.
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"DAAAAH!" Harry fell backwards off his chair in the back of a smotheringly hot classroom.
Every student who hadn't woken up from his outburst turned to look at Harry, who blushed and sunk low in his seat. Professor Binns continued rambling on as if nothing had happened.
Ron and Hermione glanced over at Harry worriedly.
"You all right, mate?" asked Ron.
"Uh, yeah." Harry's voice cracked. "Yeah...I'm fine..."
...God I'm tired. Thanks for wasting your time on this story. I appreciate it. yup yup.
Hehehehehe...who needs drugs when you're an insomniac?