001SW Hello, I've decided to reconstruct my Harry Potter story, Ginny :) will still be betaing my fic so I have to thank her in advance. This came to me one I got some reviews from intrusted readers and spent a day with a sick child. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do writing it. If this sounds like anyone elses story I'm sorry. I haven't read many Harry Potter storys so I'm not sure if it is like different ones. Please inform me right away if it is.
-EB/Suppi (Su-Pei)/Striben

Chapter One

Silver Wings

Harry Potter a rather interesting boy, lay asleep in his bed. Tossing and turning and whimpering soft words into the night.

"Stop," Harry spoke as he restlessly turned over to one side, "It hurts so much."
An elegant feather floated softly from above his head and landed on his cheek. He's restlessness stopped and he remained still and silent.

"Poor little boy," A female voice said slowly descending upon his wooden floor, in the smallest bedroom on Number 4 Privet Drive, "Your memories still haunt you, of what happened that night, and it's my fault." The sound of her weeping echoed softly through the room.

A pair of invisible arms lifted the sleeping boy out of his bed, even though he was now almost fifteen he still remained rather small for his age.

"I'm so sorry young Harry," the voice said again, she was still crying, even though her body could not be seen a silver tear slipped down her cheek and caught the moonlight like a golden beam, "It's all my fault."

The silver tear fell from the cheek of the invisible woman and landed gently on Harry's eye, "Now you will not remember that dream," the voice said laying him back down to sleep, "Sleep now my baby. I will come again."

Her voice vanished and Harry's dream disappeared in his mind. The feather still remained on his bedroom floor, and would remain there untouched until morning when Harry himself awoke from his dreamless sleep.