"Look who it is. Lilly Potter." He spat the last word. "Oh how I've missed you my dear Lily," it sent chills up my spine. That high, sarcastic voice was something that I never wanted to hear again.
"Get away from me Tom!" He just laughed. Cackled more like.
"Looks like someone needs to learn some manners."
"What do you want?" My voice was barely audible and it shook slightly even though I put all of my will into it. I was scared. I knew what he wanted.
"Oh I think you know what I want... My dear." He drew out the last word so it sounded as though it was said by a snake. "I want to kill Harry... But I have to get rid of you first," a cruel, lopsided smile spread across his face.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
My eyes snapped open and I woke up drenched in sweat, breathing heavily. It had to be a dream. It couldn't be true. Voldemort was dead. He died 15 years ago when he came to kill Harry. Luckily Dumbledore knew it would happen. He was standing inside with is, ready to pounce. Another thing that proved to me that it didn't happen was that I was alive.
I looked to my left at James. He was soundly asleep. A small smile played across his face. It calmed me down a bit but I was still breathing heavily. I sat up and knew what would help me forget all about the dream.
I got out of bed and walked out of our room and down the corridor. I stopped a few doors down. There was a colourful wooden sign on the door. 'Harry's Room,' it said. He had insisted we get it for him when he was five years old and we sent him to Muggle School. It was all the rage back then to have a sign on your bedroom door.
I opened the door, careful not to make a sound. I stepped into Harry's room surprised not to see him still awake. It may have been 3 a clock in the morning, but he was usually awake at this time of night reading a magazine or something. I tried to walk through all the mess with out breaking my leg. It was a difficult feat. His room was just like every other teenagers room. There were clothes, books, shoes, smelly socks and magazines all over the floor.
I sat down on the old rocking chair in the corner of the room. As i watched him sleep soundly on his back, his breathing slow and steady, I wondered how time had passed so quickly. It felt like yesterday when he learnt how to walk. He was no longer the little baby who loved it when his dad sent out sparks from his wand. He was now the young man who played quiddich and enjoyed duelling with his father.
I looked at him. He was lying on his back, his mouth wide open, one arm off the narrow bed and both his legs hanging off the bottom. His covers had fallen off the bed during the course of the night and was sleeping topless which was probably because it was the hottest night of the summer so far. I went to cover him with it. Gee he had grown so much. This summer he decided he wanter to "get buff" to impress the girls. He spent 3 hours every day working out the muggle way. No magic, no nothing. It made me laugh how much the youth of today care about those things. His voice had also gotten deeper and small smile spread across my face as I thought of his first word 'mama'.
I decided it was time to go to bed again. My trip to Harry's room had worked. My eyes were aready closing as I got to bed.