The Ceaseless Dream
By: SirenoftheRhine
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these people, places, or anything else that has been created by J.K. Rowling. The only thing that is mine is the plot! Don't sue me!
Author note: Please do not judge this piece to roughly, for it is my first work that I have been bold enough to publish. If I get any facts from the books wrong, please inform me of my mistakes so that I can immediately fix them. Thank you so much for reading my first fic!!!! Enjoy thoroughly!!!!!
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Introduction
He awoke with a start. He could feel his lightning-bolt shaped scar burning. He chose to ignore it. This wasn't uncommon. He had had the nightmare again. The dream was always the same.
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He could see himself, as an infant, barely above the age of one. His mother laying him down to bed, singing a soft lullaby. Then, all became quiet. He knew what was happening. There was nothing he could do. He was there, yet he wasn't. He was like some sort of spectator.
He heard his father scream from the other room. Father! his mind screamed. But he knew that there was not a thing that he could do.
"Oh no!" cried Lily, taking her tiny son into her arms. "James!"
They could hear the heavy footsteps coming down the hall. Lily knew that there would be nothing that she could do to save herself. She whispered into her son's ear, "Harry, no matter what happens to me, know that I will always love you and, though you may not remember me, I will always be in your heart. I will not let this evil take you. I swear it! I love you so much."
Harry closed his eyes and prayed that this time it would be different. When he opened them, he could see his mother placing his infant body back into the crib.
He could feel Lord Voldemort before he could see him. He walked into the room in a dark cloak and hood on his head. The only feature that you could see that resembled anything human was his eyes, those glowing blood red slits, and even those could barely be considered human.
Voldemort spit out a dark curse that Harry couldn't understand, and wouldn't have wanted to if he could. Voldemort pointed his wand at Lily and released the spell. Lily brought her arms up over her head and cried out in pain. She then screamed a most horrible scream, and fell to the ground, and faded to nothing.
Harry shuddered and wiped away any trace of the tears that were staining his cheek.
Voldemort walked to the crib and pulled out his wand again. He pointed it at the infant and muttered the same curse that just destroyed his mother. Harry could feel the green light glowing all around him. He could feel it entering his skull, so powerful. Voldemort's power was escaping in high voltage. Harry, even though he wasn't really there, couldn't take it. He passed out cold.
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Why won't this nightmare cease? Why?! I don't want to relive my parent's murder over and over in my head! Can't you make it stop? Harry thought, exasperated.
By: SirenoftheRhine
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these people, places, or anything else that has been created by J.K. Rowling. The only thing that is mine is the plot! Don't sue me!
Author note: Please do not judge this piece to roughly, for it is my first work that I have been bold enough to publish. If I get any facts from the books wrong, please inform me of my mistakes so that I can immediately fix them. Thank you so much for reading my first fic!!!! Enjoy thoroughly!!!!!
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Introduction
He awoke with a start. He could feel his lightning-bolt shaped scar burning. He chose to ignore it. This wasn't uncommon. He had had the nightmare again. The dream was always the same.
~~***~~
He could see himself, as an infant, barely above the age of one. His mother laying him down to bed, singing a soft lullaby. Then, all became quiet. He knew what was happening. There was nothing he could do. He was there, yet he wasn't. He was like some sort of spectator.
He heard his father scream from the other room. Father! his mind screamed. But he knew that there was not a thing that he could do.
"Oh no!" cried Lily, taking her tiny son into her arms. "James!"
They could hear the heavy footsteps coming down the hall. Lily knew that there would be nothing that she could do to save herself. She whispered into her son's ear, "Harry, no matter what happens to me, know that I will always love you and, though you may not remember me, I will always be in your heart. I will not let this evil take you. I swear it! I love you so much."
Harry closed his eyes and prayed that this time it would be different. When he opened them, he could see his mother placing his infant body back into the crib.
He could feel Lord Voldemort before he could see him. He walked into the room in a dark cloak and hood on his head. The only feature that you could see that resembled anything human was his eyes, those glowing blood red slits, and even those could barely be considered human.
Voldemort spit out a dark curse that Harry couldn't understand, and wouldn't have wanted to if he could. Voldemort pointed his wand at Lily and released the spell. Lily brought her arms up over her head and cried out in pain. She then screamed a most horrible scream, and fell to the ground, and faded to nothing.
Harry shuddered and wiped away any trace of the tears that were staining his cheek.
Voldemort walked to the crib and pulled out his wand again. He pointed it at the infant and muttered the same curse that just destroyed his mother. Harry could feel the green light glowing all around him. He could feel it entering his skull, so powerful. Voldemort's power was escaping in high voltage. Harry, even though he wasn't really there, couldn't take it. He passed out cold.
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Why won't this nightmare cease? Why?! I don't want to relive my parent's murder over and over in my head! Can't you make it stop? Harry thought, exasperated.
