Something was drawing
near, a cold hand descending on Harry's shoulder, a cold chill running down his
spine as he was thrust forward.
Something was coming closer, evil.
He was returning, coming back for him, finish him off like he did his
parents. Harry couldn't stand, his legs
feeling limp and cold, dread filling his body like water fills a sink. He looked up, a shadow cast over him, his
mind whirring with screams, blood, fear, dread!
*
Harry woke
up, sweat sliding down his forehead. He
rubbed his face with his hands then reached for his glasses. The images from his dream still plastered in
his mind, even as Ron woke up to greet him.
The school year had just ended.
Harry was staying with Ron for the holidays, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia
as grateful as ever, not to mention Dudley their fat sook of a boy. Ron's whole family were wizards and witches,
but Harry was the only one in his family that had the special features, besides
his Godfather, Sirius Black, James's best friend who was accused of their
secret be. Ron got out of bed grabbing
his crutches. The two then went down
for breakfast, Mrs. Weasly had prepared.
Pancakes piled high, oozing maple syrup and towering butter to add onto
the large scoop of ice cream blobbed on top.
Harry's
stomach rumbled and Fred sniggered, Mrs. Weasly hitting his arm. "Help yourself Harry dear." She smiled.
"Thank you" Harry returned the gesture.
Ron looked around. "Hey…where
are Dad and Percy?" He asked. Mrs. Weasly dished up some pancakes for Fred
and George. "They left early this
morning to go back to Egypt" She mumbled.
Ron looked slightly distressed. "With out saying good bye-" "Oh stop
being such a retard!" Barked
George. Ron shot him an evil glare and
reached for his mother's wand. Mrs.
Weasly slapped his hand hard. "OW"
Ron's hand retreated. George and Fred
cracked up laughing. "EAT YOUR
BREAKFAST" Screamed Mrs. Weasly and everything went quiet. Fred and George finished their breakfast and
slinked away, Harry and Ron exchanging worried looks. Mrs. Weasly had never yelled this loud at them.
*
Harry and
Ron lay in Ron's room talking for most of the afternoon about the earlier
commotion. First Ron's dad and Percy
left for Egypt with out saying goodbye, then Mrs. Weasly acts strange. Even Fred and George were scared to go near
her for the rest of the day. Ron
rolled over on his bed and stared up at the ceiling, Harry in an armchair staring
out the window at a man, dressed in long black robes walking slowly up the
street then stopping, and staring into Harry's eyes. "And to make things worse…
" Ron started then stopped, noticing Harry whose eyes were focused on
the movement outside. Ron turned
getting Harry's attention, but when they both turned back there was nothing
there. Harry blinked then rubbed his
eyes, unsure of what he had seen. Had
it been a wizard? He had gotten such a
bad feeling from him…Harry thought to himself.
*
The day
ended quite quickly and Harry and Ron soon found themselves climbing into
bed. Mrs. Weasly didn't tuck them in
and Ron was getting distressed, his orange hair falling messily in front of his
eyes. Harry kept thinking back to
earlier that day, the strange mans eyes, black, endless. Harry ran his fingers over the lightning
bolt scar on his forehead, before taking off his glasses and lying down, the
light magically flickering off as Ron pointed his wand at it.
"Don't
hurt me…please don't hurt me" a voice
cried out, sorrowful sobs escaping her lips.
Pain, fear…Harry found himself yelling; "LEAVE HER ALONE" A black figure turned around, he was draped
in robes like the man on the street.
"You will fall…just like your parents" He spoke, voice like ice! My parents…James…Lily…
"VOLDEMORT!!!!!!!!!"
Harry woke
with a start, darkness surrounding him.
He climbed out of bed quickly, Ron waking up. Harry dashed from the room and down the steps, the front door
opening for him as he ran out onto the streets. He could feel cold tears slipping down his cheeks as he collapsed
helplessly. "HARRY! HARRY!!!"
Ron's voice was heard. "HARRY,
WHATS WRONG? GET UP! PLEASE HARRY!!!!!" Harry lay silent; his eyes forced closed, glasses askew, resting
over his face. Ron dropped to his knees
next to Harry, an icy cold wind blowing.
"Wake up Harry! Please get up!"
Ron shook his friend. Harry
tried to speak but all that came out was a shy whimper escaping his lips, tears
streaming from his face…
*
"Your
pathetic, Potter! Can't control
yourself!"
"Shut up, just shut up!" Harry could hear himself answering.
"We'll
just see who's telling who to shut up when I'm done with you…"
TO BE
CONTINUED…
AN: I know that was short. -.-' aaaanyways…please leave a review. ^_^ bai.
