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Harry Potter and the Chaos of Darkness
Chapter one - The dream
Harry gazed down a long dark corridor ending in a locked door. The door which had plagued Harry Potter's dreams now was the subject of his nightmares . If only he could reach the door, then maybe this time there might be a chance, that he could save his godfather, Sirius black from his fate.
"Almost there" Harry said as he ran faster than he had ever before, after what seemed like an eternity he finally reached the door. The door swung open to reveal the crumbling stone archway with its tattered veil fluttering in a nonexistent breeze, whispered voices urging him toward the stoned dais. On the dais stood Sirius beckoning him into a hug his bark like laugh ringing throughout the room. Scrambling down the stone benches desperate to see Sirius, to know he's alive ,to be able not to have to say goodbye.
"Almost there, if only I could reach a bit further". Just inches from embracing Sirius he vanished. Leaving Harry alone sobbing, facing the reality that he was alone. "If only I had gotten there sooner he would still be alive". He lamented
Harry soon felt the unwanted sensation of being pulled away from the room. "N-no I d-don't want to l-l-leave, I-I wa-want to stay h-here until sir-Sirius comes-s back". He screamed in between sobs.
But to late, Harry Potter awoke to the sound of his own frantic heartbeat. Opening his eyes, he found himself to be lying face down in his room at Number 4. Sighing morosely he a hand through his hair and found it soaking wet. He was sweating and panting as if he had really ran distance in his dream. His scar was prickling a little but it had been doing that since 2 years past.
His scar a gruesome souvenir of the night his parents were murdered when Lord Voldemort, the most feared wizard in a century came after Harry when he was a baby , because of a prophecy that was made about him before he was born. A prophecy that ruled the fates of both harry and the dark lord. A prophecy which was ingrained in Harry Potter's mind.
The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches…born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…and the dark lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have powers the dark lord knows not. And either must die by the hand of the other for nether can live while the other survives…the one with the power to vanquish the dark lord will be born as the seventh month dies….
A muffled sigh brought harry out of his troubled thoughts. Harry looked up expecting to see Uncle Vernon or even Aunt Petunia but he instead found himself staring into the clouded crystalline blue eyes of, Albus Dumbledore.