Author's Note: Ello, Jesse here. I hope you like this fic, full summary below. The disclaimer here will be the only one I put up for the whole story. (Thoughts)
Summary: Harry knew his father was dead, he also knew that his father's animagus form was a stag, and he knew he'd never be able to met and get to know his father. Harry didn't think much of the dreams he had been having lately. He thought it was just some trick of Voldemort's. That is until he started seeing the dreams more clearly as well the shadowy figure Voldemort was torturing. Could the figure really be who it looked like or was it just some trick?
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Harry was standing in a dark, cold, dimly lit room. He could hear the clang of chains and faint, raspy, breathing coming from a shadowy corner. He could smell the blood and waste. He could almost feel the pain and fear. A door crashed open on the other side of the room and Harry whipped around to see Voldemort standing there a whip in his hand. " So… Are we going to make any progress today? Are you going to tell me where that muggle loving fool hid that spoiled brat of yours?" Voldemort hissed as he walked toward the corner where Harry had heard the breathing. At Voldemort's words Harry heard the chains clang and creak as they stretched tight. "Well… Are you going to tell me? No? Well have it your way then." Voldemort sneered as the raised the whip.
Harry watched in horror as Voldemort began to whip the figure mercilessly. Shrill inhuman screams soon filled the air. Blood spattered the walls of the room as Voldemort continued beating the figure even thou Harry could tell it was no longer on it's feet but sprawled on the ground. It's screams were now just whimpers of pain. Harry could feel the salty trails of tears on his cheeks as he watched Voldemort. Then the figure lifted its head and looked straight at Harry with a pair of pain filled hazel eyes. Harry stared into the eyes of the figure as he cried for the pain it was in. Voldemort raised the whip again and with a sharp crack the whip came flying down onto the figure back once more. It's eyes widened in pain as the whip ripped into it's back then slowly closed as the figure fell into the blackness from a pain filled abyss.
Harry woke with a start. He shook his head and wiped the tears from his eyes. (Maybe it not just some dream. It felt so real this time. Maybe someone is trying to contact me for help. ) Harry rounded over hoping to go back to sleep for a few more hours.
When Harry woke again it was 7a.m., time to get up and make breakfast. Walking downstairs to the kitchen Harry began to make the bacon and eggs that made up breakfast that day. After setting the table and grapping a slice of toast Harry went back up to his room to find his owl Headwig sitting on the footboard of his bed a letter tied to her leg. Un tying the letter from her Harry quickly opened it to find that it was from Sirius.
Dear Harry,
I can't wait to see you. Rumes and I are going to pick you up today at 5p.m.today be ready.
See you then,
Love Padfoot
Harry read the letter one more time before he started packing. He had been waiting for this letter since school had let out last week. Sirius had been freed after Wormtail had been caught in a raid just before school ended. After Harry was packed he went downstairs to tell his uncle. Vernon wasn't pleased about Sirius and Rumes coming to the house but he agreed to let Harry go. The hours seemed to creep by it seemed like it was a lifetime before Harry's clock said 4:55p.m. Grapping his trunk and Headwig's cage Harry rushed downstairs to the living room. Looking up at the clock, which now read 4:57p.m. Three minutes he thought as he set his trunk down in the hall, Headwig's cage on top of it. Looking back at the clock 4:59p.m. One minute. A knock on the door sounded just as the time turned to 5p.m.
Harry opened the door to find Sirius and Rumes standing there. "All packed?" Rumes asked. Harry nodded. "Then grab your stuff and let's go." Harry went and got his stuff then came back and followed Sirius and Rumes out the door to Rumes car. After Harry hopped in the back and Sirius put Harry's trunk in the back end and got in himself, Rumes started the engine, pulled away from the curb and drove away from Number Four Privet Drive.
Author's Note: Ello, please tell me what you think; I'd love to know. Thank you for taking the time to read this. I will update soon. Jesse.
P.S - I have a challenge for anyone who dares to try it.
Here are the rules:
- 1 - Harry must go live with Sirius and/or Rumes.
- 2 - Either James or Lily or both must come back to life.
- 3 - No SLASH.
- 4 - Have Fun!!!