Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Co. belong JK Rowlings. So it's not mine.
This was written over a year before OotP came out. It's my first Fanfic and I decided to post it here. Basically I wanted someone to give Dumbledore socks for Christmas and this is the story that developed.
Harry Potter and the Gypsy's Eyes
Chapter one: Summer Nights
At three a.m. on the fourteenth of July most young teenagers would be enjoying a nice lye-in over their summer holidays. They would be dreaming of doing nothing but messing about with their friends and how a new school term was a month and a half away.
However, Harry Potter was not most teenagers. He was in fact, very unusual. Harry was a wizard, learning magic at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And usually during the summer hols, Harry would be longing to be back at Hogwarts. So far though, this summer had been different. Harry was enjoying living in Muggle oblivion during the day, but plagued by Wizarding nightmares whenever he tried to sleep.
Harry spent the summer with his only living relatives, the Dursley's, at Number four Privet Drive, Little Whining, Surrey. The Dursley's hated Harry and strove to make his life miserable, usually. This summer they left him mostly alone. Harry had even taken a job delivering groceries in their quaint village. He had fixed up one of his cousin Dudley's old bicycles, with permission, and was now commonly seen zipping though the streets making his deliveries. The bike wasn't as fast as his Firebolt, a top notch racing broom, but it was still fun. He barley saw his relatives and that was just fine with everyone.
Today, well yesterday, he had found out the reason the Dursley's had changed their attitude towards them. Harry's godfather, Sirius Black, had written to his caregivers (not that the Dursley's cared). Sirius had warned the Dursley's that he would be personally stopping by to see Harry, who had better be happy, or Sirius would be very unhappy.
The Dursley's were terrified of Sirius for two reasons, one he was fully trained wizard, or freakish abomination as the Dursleys would say. The Dursley's did not like magic or anything to do with it, especially Harry. The second reason the Dursley's did not want to face Sirius Black was because was a convicted killer. Sirius was innocent of those murders, but The Dursley's didn't know that.
They also didn't seem to realize that Sirius could hardly come to see Harry, as he was trying to avoid detection and Harry Potter was probably one of the most watched people in the Wizarding world. Usually this didn't extend to his time with the Muggles, but it seemed to this year.
Every time Harry would round a corner he would just see an odd figure in what appeared to be a cloak, watching him. Harry supposed the Headmaster was behind this. Albus Dumbledore was Headmaster at Hogwarts and seemed to be taking Harry's safety very seriously.
Perhaps the Headmaster could do something about his nightmares. Harry was thinking of writing to the Professor Dumbledore when his owl, Hedwig, came flying through the pink sky towards him. It was already dawn?
Hedwig had a letter from Sirius.
Dear Harry,
How's the summer going? I understand that you don't like what I told your aunt and uncle, but someone has to keep them in line. Since I can't be there with you, this was the best I could do. If they really do give you trouble though, let me know. I will take care of it. Who knows, if they're really awful I may have to pay you a visit!
Dumbledore is keeping us rather busy. I've seen a few old friends. It's almost like old times at Hogwarts. Joking with Remus (He does insist you call him this instead of 'Professor'), making comments about Snape's hair (a little piece of advise, don't make any comment about his hair in ear shot, he's overly sensitive) and just general organizing.
In all seriousness, you don't need to be worrying. Rest assured we are working against Voldemort already. So far it seems he's only gathering strength, but so are we.
Write if anything happens, or you just need to talk.
Sirius
Harry ran his hand through his hair. "Rest assured," he'd be happy to rest at all. Harry lay on his bed and tried to catch a few hours sleep before the day really began.
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The two and a half hours sleep he had that morning were the most solid rest Harry had had in the past two weeks. He would grab some aspirin to help with the headache, but he couldn't go on like this. People suffered from insomnia all the time, surely he could too.
When Harry returned from his morning shower a large tawny owl was sitting on top of Hedwig's cage. She did not seem happy about her visitor's chosen perch. When Harry entered the owl flew to him immediately. It carried a small package, and a letter. He opened the letter first.
Dear Harry,
My sourc tell me you have been having problems sleeping this summer. That's completely understandable given recent events. I was hoping that the matter wouldn't become this drastic, but as the most sleep you've had in the past few weeks doesn't total more than a few hours, I think it was time you had some help. My source also said to tell you not to be so stubborn and ask for help. Please find enclosed a potion to dispel dreams. It may affect visions you have of Voldemort, as well as your own dreams. Seers and others who have visions do not usually take this potion. Inform us immediately if there are any adverse side effects.
And as for the persistent requests of both you and Mr. Ronald Weasley, I am afraid you will have to stay with your relatives for the remainder of the summer. On the31st of August you are to spend the night at the Leaky Cauldron under the care of the Weasleys. Sirius said he would persuade your uncle to see to it you get there alright.
Your school letter should be along soon. Enjoy the rest of the holidays as best you can.
Albus Dumbledore
Harry opened the package to find a blue glass bottle filled with a pink liquid and a note.
Potter,
This should last for roughly seven weeks. You are allowed two more doses. No more. It doesn't matter when you take it, so I suggest you drink it immediately before you forget. It will only inhibit your dreams not make you go to sleep.
S Snape
That was down right friendly for Snape. Harry not having time to waste put the blue vile next to his bed. As Harry ran down the stairs to grab breakfast before leaving for work, one thought struck him. Who was Professor Dumbledore's 'source?'
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Harry should have listened to Snape. Not that he would ever admit this out loud, but the nightmare he was currently having kept screaming this to his subconscious. He was running. He couldn't see where. There were trees, and stars and grass. There was a high-pitched laughter behind him. It was not Voldemort. It was feminine. And he wasn't alone as he ran, there was a girl with him. He could never see more than her brown hair flying out behind her.
He ran through all the girls he knew but no one had hair like this girl. He cared for her a great deal, that much was certain. Harry was frantic with worry over her. 'It must be Hermione,' he decided. Though this girl's hair wasn't bushy. She was running and that must be the reason for the difference. But Harry knew that couldn't be right when the girl spoke.
"We have to get away from my psycho sister. Move faster Wonderboy," she commanded.
Harry did as he was bid and they kept running until finally the girl held out her arm to stop him, just before he ran over a cliff. Standing like a sentinel on the edge of the cliff was Draco Malfoy. He ignored Harry and spoke to the girl.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the gypsy girl and her dear Potter. I thought with a blood line like yours you'd keep better company, Gypsy."
"Draco, you don't have to do this!" she cried. "We can help you!"
"But I don't want any help pretty gypsy," he said with a sneer and a cold light in his eyes. "I will deliver you to the Dark Lord myself. He will put your talents to use. Can you even imagine the reward if you serve faithfully? See reason Gypsy." It was almost like he was trying to reason with her now. "Your sister has, and your brother won't be far behind. If you work with them, with us, you could do great things with great rewards."
The laughter echoed around them. The girl reached out for Harry's hand. She held fast to him. Harry could tell that he was a lifeline for this girl. If he let go, terrible things would happen. He would not let go of her for anything.
"Ah, well, that is your mistake then," Draco said, and vanished from sight.
When he was gone, the ground beneath them shook. The cliff began to crumble. What was supporting the girl began to fall away. She daggled over the abyss, Harry's hold on her the only thing that stopped her from falling. She looked up at him with terrified eyes.
"Pull me back, Harry. Please don't let go."
"I won't," he called.
But even as he said it she began to slip from him. Within seconds only their fingers were still touching. She began to fall, still reaching for him. The girl fell into the blackness in wave of brown hair and frantic eyes. Then she was gone and all that remained was the high-pitched laughter of a mad woman.
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Harry awoke sweating and shaking. It was bad enough he was having dreams about his friends being in danger. Now he was dreaming about people who didn't even exist.
He quickly found the blue bottle on the table and drank. Going back to sleep, Harry tried to put all thoughts from his head. It actually worked tonight. Soon he was asleep and knew only oblivion.
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This was written over a year before OotP came out. It's my first Fanfic and I decided to post it here. Basically I wanted someone to give Dumbledore socks for Christmas and this is the story that developed.
Harry Potter and the Gypsy's Eyes
Chapter one: Summer Nights
At three a.m. on the fourteenth of July most young teenagers would be enjoying a nice lye-in over their summer holidays. They would be dreaming of doing nothing but messing about with their friends and how a new school term was a month and a half away.
However, Harry Potter was not most teenagers. He was in fact, very unusual. Harry was a wizard, learning magic at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And usually during the summer hols, Harry would be longing to be back at Hogwarts. So far though, this summer had been different. Harry was enjoying living in Muggle oblivion during the day, but plagued by Wizarding nightmares whenever he tried to sleep.
Harry spent the summer with his only living relatives, the Dursley's, at Number four Privet Drive, Little Whining, Surrey. The Dursley's hated Harry and strove to make his life miserable, usually. This summer they left him mostly alone. Harry had even taken a job delivering groceries in their quaint village. He had fixed up one of his cousin Dudley's old bicycles, with permission, and was now commonly seen zipping though the streets making his deliveries. The bike wasn't as fast as his Firebolt, a top notch racing broom, but it was still fun. He barley saw his relatives and that was just fine with everyone.
Today, well yesterday, he had found out the reason the Dursley's had changed their attitude towards them. Harry's godfather, Sirius Black, had written to his caregivers (not that the Dursley's cared). Sirius had warned the Dursley's that he would be personally stopping by to see Harry, who had better be happy, or Sirius would be very unhappy.
The Dursley's were terrified of Sirius for two reasons, one he was fully trained wizard, or freakish abomination as the Dursleys would say. The Dursley's did not like magic or anything to do with it, especially Harry. The second reason the Dursley's did not want to face Sirius Black was because was a convicted killer. Sirius was innocent of those murders, but The Dursley's didn't know that.
They also didn't seem to realize that Sirius could hardly come to see Harry, as he was trying to avoid detection and Harry Potter was probably one of the most watched people in the Wizarding world. Usually this didn't extend to his time with the Muggles, but it seemed to this year.
Every time Harry would round a corner he would just see an odd figure in what appeared to be a cloak, watching him. Harry supposed the Headmaster was behind this. Albus Dumbledore was Headmaster at Hogwarts and seemed to be taking Harry's safety very seriously.
Perhaps the Headmaster could do something about his nightmares. Harry was thinking of writing to the Professor Dumbledore when his owl, Hedwig, came flying through the pink sky towards him. It was already dawn?
Hedwig had a letter from Sirius.
Dear Harry,
How's the summer going? I understand that you don't like what I told your aunt and uncle, but someone has to keep them in line. Since I can't be there with you, this was the best I could do. If they really do give you trouble though, let me know. I will take care of it. Who knows, if they're really awful I may have to pay you a visit!
Dumbledore is keeping us rather busy. I've seen a few old friends. It's almost like old times at Hogwarts. Joking with Remus (He does insist you call him this instead of 'Professor'), making comments about Snape's hair (a little piece of advise, don't make any comment about his hair in ear shot, he's overly sensitive) and just general organizing.
In all seriousness, you don't need to be worrying. Rest assured we are working against Voldemort already. So far it seems he's only gathering strength, but so are we.
Write if anything happens, or you just need to talk.
Sirius
Harry ran his hand through his hair. "Rest assured," he'd be happy to rest at all. Harry lay on his bed and tried to catch a few hours sleep before the day really began.
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The two and a half hours sleep he had that morning were the most solid rest Harry had had in the past two weeks. He would grab some aspirin to help with the headache, but he couldn't go on like this. People suffered from insomnia all the time, surely he could too.
When Harry returned from his morning shower a large tawny owl was sitting on top of Hedwig's cage. She did not seem happy about her visitor's chosen perch. When Harry entered the owl flew to him immediately. It carried a small package, and a letter. He opened the letter first.
Dear Harry,
My sourc tell me you have been having problems sleeping this summer. That's completely understandable given recent events. I was hoping that the matter wouldn't become this drastic, but as the most sleep you've had in the past few weeks doesn't total more than a few hours, I think it was time you had some help. My source also said to tell you not to be so stubborn and ask for help. Please find enclosed a potion to dispel dreams. It may affect visions you have of Voldemort, as well as your own dreams. Seers and others who have visions do not usually take this potion. Inform us immediately if there are any adverse side effects.
And as for the persistent requests of both you and Mr. Ronald Weasley, I am afraid you will have to stay with your relatives for the remainder of the summer. On the31st of August you are to spend the night at the Leaky Cauldron under the care of the Weasleys. Sirius said he would persuade your uncle to see to it you get there alright.
Your school letter should be along soon. Enjoy the rest of the holidays as best you can.
Albus Dumbledore
Harry opened the package to find a blue glass bottle filled with a pink liquid and a note.
Potter,
This should last for roughly seven weeks. You are allowed two more doses. No more. It doesn't matter when you take it, so I suggest you drink it immediately before you forget. It will only inhibit your dreams not make you go to sleep.
S Snape
That was down right friendly for Snape. Harry not having time to waste put the blue vile next to his bed. As Harry ran down the stairs to grab breakfast before leaving for work, one thought struck him. Who was Professor Dumbledore's 'source?'
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Harry should have listened to Snape. Not that he would ever admit this out loud, but the nightmare he was currently having kept screaming this to his subconscious. He was running. He couldn't see where. There were trees, and stars and grass. There was a high-pitched laughter behind him. It was not Voldemort. It was feminine. And he wasn't alone as he ran, there was a girl with him. He could never see more than her brown hair flying out behind her.
He ran through all the girls he knew but no one had hair like this girl. He cared for her a great deal, that much was certain. Harry was frantic with worry over her. 'It must be Hermione,' he decided. Though this girl's hair wasn't bushy. She was running and that must be the reason for the difference. But Harry knew that couldn't be right when the girl spoke.
"We have to get away from my psycho sister. Move faster Wonderboy," she commanded.
Harry did as he was bid and they kept running until finally the girl held out her arm to stop him, just before he ran over a cliff. Standing like a sentinel on the edge of the cliff was Draco Malfoy. He ignored Harry and spoke to the girl.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the gypsy girl and her dear Potter. I thought with a blood line like yours you'd keep better company, Gypsy."
"Draco, you don't have to do this!" she cried. "We can help you!"
"But I don't want any help pretty gypsy," he said with a sneer and a cold light in his eyes. "I will deliver you to the Dark Lord myself. He will put your talents to use. Can you even imagine the reward if you serve faithfully? See reason Gypsy." It was almost like he was trying to reason with her now. "Your sister has, and your brother won't be far behind. If you work with them, with us, you could do great things with great rewards."
The laughter echoed around them. The girl reached out for Harry's hand. She held fast to him. Harry could tell that he was a lifeline for this girl. If he let go, terrible things would happen. He would not let go of her for anything.
"Ah, well, that is your mistake then," Draco said, and vanished from sight.
When he was gone, the ground beneath them shook. The cliff began to crumble. What was supporting the girl began to fall away. She daggled over the abyss, Harry's hold on her the only thing that stopped her from falling. She looked up at him with terrified eyes.
"Pull me back, Harry. Please don't let go."
"I won't," he called.
But even as he said it she began to slip from him. Within seconds only their fingers were still touching. She began to fall, still reaching for him. The girl fell into the blackness in wave of brown hair and frantic eyes. Then she was gone and all that remained was the high-pitched laughter of a mad woman.
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Harry awoke sweating and shaking. It was bad enough he was having dreams about his friends being in danger. Now he was dreaming about people who didn't even exist.
He quickly found the blue bottle on the table and drank. Going back to sleep, Harry tried to put all thoughts from his head. It actually worked tonight. Soon he was asleep and knew only oblivion.
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