Disclaimer: You know the drill, I own none of the characters, settings,
blah blah blah, just the story :)
Authors notes: See bottom of the page
Every Time I Close My Eyes.
Harry Potter was awakened from his sleep for the fourth time that night by
a sharp pain on his forehead. The nightmares that accompanied these
dreams were so vivid, so horrific, that he knew it would take him a while
to drop off to sleep again. At the beginning of the summer, Harry had
found this constant disturbance almost unbearable, But now, four weeks
had past, and he was getting used to it. The dreams and the pain were
becoming just another part of the unusual boy's life, something to be dealt
with and got over.
Harry sighed and looked out the window. It was getting light outside, the
sun's first rays illuminating the perfectly manicured gardens of Privet
Drive. Suspecting he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep again, Harry
got up, and taking a scroll of parchment from his bedside table, moved to
his desk to write the morning's letter. Written on the parchment in Harry's
untidy scrawl were the details of his dreams that night. He had seen
conversations, different places, different people. Seeing as though his
name was almost always mentioned by the Death Eaters, none of them
alarmed him anymore. He just accepted that the Dark Lord would keep
feeling hatred towards him, so he would keep dreaming. He wrote
everything down and sent the letter with Hedwig to Dumbledore as was
their arrangement.
Apart from his dreams, a now regular occurrence, Harry's holiday hadn't
been too bad. His friends had been owling him nearly every day, mostly
along the lines of "We're here, we care, we'll see you soon." Sirius had
also been writing more often, something Harry chided him about.
Snuffles, You can't keep writing every day. You're drawing too much
attention to yourself. I know you're worried, everyone is, but I'm all
right, I'm not leaving the D's until Bumblebee says I can. Please just trust
that I'm ok and look after yourself.
H
Harry had given up trying to be subtle with Sirius, as Sirius always knew
what he really felt anyway. The experience of the last task had made Harry
much more wary and unwilling to break rules. He had decided he would
follow any instructions from Dumbledore to the letter, during the summer
and at school. The Triwizard Tournament had forced him to grow up, and
he regretted it.
A bright point in his summer had been as always, his birthday. Hermione
and Ron had got him a watch between them, showing him where they
were as well as the time. They had included Sirius on the watch, and
around the edges it said things like, Home, Hogwarts, Danger and Mortal
Peril. Sirius had sent him a new cloak with silver fastenings and lots of
hidden pockets which were allot bigger than they seemed, and Hagrid had
sent him a crystal which glowed faintly from within, with a note that he
would explain it later. Harry liked it just the way it was, and it now sat on
his bedside table.
Deciding he had better start the Dursley's breakfast, Harry got dressed and
headed downstairs. Even though his diet had no visible effect to Harry,
Petunia Dursley had decided that her dear child Dudley looked much too
thin, and his diet had been forgotten. Harry suspected that there had
probably been much screaming and whining on Dudley's part during term
time to get this result. When he got downstairs he was surprised to see his
uncle sitting at the kitchen table. The Dursleys were never up before him,
usually only coming down when they smelled breakfast. Deciding to just
ignore him, Harry walked past to the stove. That's when he smelt it.
Turning round he saw an almost empty bottle of whiskey infront of his
uncle, and his uncle was just staring into space. Realising he shouldn't
just watch him, Harry set to work on the breakfast. He accidentally
dropped a frying pan on the kitchen floor. The noise seemed to wake
Vernon up unfortunately, because his piggy eyes narrowed at the sight of
Harry.
"What're you doing here?" His speech was slurred and deliberate, as if he
had trouble thinking of a sentence. Harry kept his back to him, not
wanting to upset him further.
"I'm making the breakfast. Sausage, bacon, and eggs with toast."
There was a pause behind him.
"No," said Vernon finally, "What're you doing here, in this house. Why
aren't you at school?"
Surprised, Harry turned around. "I came home a couple of weeks ago. It's
the summer break."
"Oh, so you think it's funny do you, to come back here and watch me
suffer?" Harry didn't know what to say. It was obvious that his uncle was
very drunk, and his fat face was slowly getting redder. Harry had noticed a
change in his uncle a week ago, and heard shouting between him and
Petunia sometimes late at night, but they had so far been acting normally
during the day. Remembering the breakfast, Harry turned his back on
Vernon.
"Well? Is it funny? Is it funny to watch a broken man?" Vernon sounded
sad now, a morose drunk.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He said.
"Oh. Oh you don't know what I'm talking about." Harry heard the
scraping of a chair. "You don't know that my company is going down the
tubes, and you don't know that it's all your fault!"
Surprised at his uncle's sudden change of emotion, Harry took a few steps
away.
"Yes, your fault. Everything was fine until you came along. Why our
doorstep? Why you, a...a....freak. The stress of having to put up with you
has ruined me!" They were face to face now, Vernon's stinking breath
making Harry feel ill. He heard the sizzling sound of the bacon burning,
but daren't look away.
"Well, it's time for you to leave. Get out. Get out!" Once again Vernon's
mood had changed, there were tears in his eyes and he was gesturing
wildly at the door. Just then, Petunia walked through it, and seeing her
husband in such a state, curtly told Harry to get to his room.
Relieved to get away from the bizarre scene, Harry flopped onto his bed.
He had no idea that the Dursley's were in difficulties. He wondered why
he hadn't been blamed before now. Hearing a tapping at the window,
Harry turned to see Hedwig carrying a letter, and thinking to himself how
long the next two weeks would be, let her in.
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Author's notes: ok, so you're like, where's the plot? What's the point?
We've heard this all before! Well you guy's are just going to have to trust
me. This will not be the typical Harry goes to school, fights Voldie at the
end, lalala. But be warned, it is going to be quite long. But no, wait, don't
give up! It'll be worth it! *pleads with the people in fanfic land* And this
is my first fic so I'm just getting into my style. Basically the message is,
bear with me.
blah blah blah, just the story :)
Authors notes: See bottom of the page
Every Time I Close My Eyes.
Harry Potter was awakened from his sleep for the fourth time that night by
a sharp pain on his forehead. The nightmares that accompanied these
dreams were so vivid, so horrific, that he knew it would take him a while
to drop off to sleep again. At the beginning of the summer, Harry had
found this constant disturbance almost unbearable, But now, four weeks
had past, and he was getting used to it. The dreams and the pain were
becoming just another part of the unusual boy's life, something to be dealt
with and got over.
Harry sighed and looked out the window. It was getting light outside, the
sun's first rays illuminating the perfectly manicured gardens of Privet
Drive. Suspecting he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep again, Harry
got up, and taking a scroll of parchment from his bedside table, moved to
his desk to write the morning's letter. Written on the parchment in Harry's
untidy scrawl were the details of his dreams that night. He had seen
conversations, different places, different people. Seeing as though his
name was almost always mentioned by the Death Eaters, none of them
alarmed him anymore. He just accepted that the Dark Lord would keep
feeling hatred towards him, so he would keep dreaming. He wrote
everything down and sent the letter with Hedwig to Dumbledore as was
their arrangement.
Apart from his dreams, a now regular occurrence, Harry's holiday hadn't
been too bad. His friends had been owling him nearly every day, mostly
along the lines of "We're here, we care, we'll see you soon." Sirius had
also been writing more often, something Harry chided him about.
Snuffles, You can't keep writing every day. You're drawing too much
attention to yourself. I know you're worried, everyone is, but I'm all
right, I'm not leaving the D's until Bumblebee says I can. Please just trust
that I'm ok and look after yourself.
H
Harry had given up trying to be subtle with Sirius, as Sirius always knew
what he really felt anyway. The experience of the last task had made Harry
much more wary and unwilling to break rules. He had decided he would
follow any instructions from Dumbledore to the letter, during the summer
and at school. The Triwizard Tournament had forced him to grow up, and
he regretted it.
A bright point in his summer had been as always, his birthday. Hermione
and Ron had got him a watch between them, showing him where they
were as well as the time. They had included Sirius on the watch, and
around the edges it said things like, Home, Hogwarts, Danger and Mortal
Peril. Sirius had sent him a new cloak with silver fastenings and lots of
hidden pockets which were allot bigger than they seemed, and Hagrid had
sent him a crystal which glowed faintly from within, with a note that he
would explain it later. Harry liked it just the way it was, and it now sat on
his bedside table.
Deciding he had better start the Dursley's breakfast, Harry got dressed and
headed downstairs. Even though his diet had no visible effect to Harry,
Petunia Dursley had decided that her dear child Dudley looked much too
thin, and his diet had been forgotten. Harry suspected that there had
probably been much screaming and whining on Dudley's part during term
time to get this result. When he got downstairs he was surprised to see his
uncle sitting at the kitchen table. The Dursleys were never up before him,
usually only coming down when they smelled breakfast. Deciding to just
ignore him, Harry walked past to the stove. That's when he smelt it.
Turning round he saw an almost empty bottle of whiskey infront of his
uncle, and his uncle was just staring into space. Realising he shouldn't
just watch him, Harry set to work on the breakfast. He accidentally
dropped a frying pan on the kitchen floor. The noise seemed to wake
Vernon up unfortunately, because his piggy eyes narrowed at the sight of
Harry.
"What're you doing here?" His speech was slurred and deliberate, as if he
had trouble thinking of a sentence. Harry kept his back to him, not
wanting to upset him further.
"I'm making the breakfast. Sausage, bacon, and eggs with toast."
There was a pause behind him.
"No," said Vernon finally, "What're you doing here, in this house. Why
aren't you at school?"
Surprised, Harry turned around. "I came home a couple of weeks ago. It's
the summer break."
"Oh, so you think it's funny do you, to come back here and watch me
suffer?" Harry didn't know what to say. It was obvious that his uncle was
very drunk, and his fat face was slowly getting redder. Harry had noticed a
change in his uncle a week ago, and heard shouting between him and
Petunia sometimes late at night, but they had so far been acting normally
during the day. Remembering the breakfast, Harry turned his back on
Vernon.
"Well? Is it funny? Is it funny to watch a broken man?" Vernon sounded
sad now, a morose drunk.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He said.
"Oh. Oh you don't know what I'm talking about." Harry heard the
scraping of a chair. "You don't know that my company is going down the
tubes, and you don't know that it's all your fault!"
Surprised at his uncle's sudden change of emotion, Harry took a few steps
away.
"Yes, your fault. Everything was fine until you came along. Why our
doorstep? Why you, a...a....freak. The stress of having to put up with you
has ruined me!" They were face to face now, Vernon's stinking breath
making Harry feel ill. He heard the sizzling sound of the bacon burning,
but daren't look away.
"Well, it's time for you to leave. Get out. Get out!" Once again Vernon's
mood had changed, there were tears in his eyes and he was gesturing
wildly at the door. Just then, Petunia walked through it, and seeing her
husband in such a state, curtly told Harry to get to his room.
Relieved to get away from the bizarre scene, Harry flopped onto his bed.
He had no idea that the Dursley's were in difficulties. He wondered why
he hadn't been blamed before now. Hearing a tapping at the window,
Harry turned to see Hedwig carrying a letter, and thinking to himself how
long the next two weeks would be, let her in.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Author's notes: ok, so you're like, where's the plot? What's the point?
We've heard this all before! Well you guy's are just going to have to trust
me. This will not be the typical Harry goes to school, fights Voldie at the
end, lalala. But be warned, it is going to be quite long. But no, wait, don't
give up! It'll be worth it! *pleads with the people in fanfic land* And this
is my first fic so I'm just getting into my style. Basically the message is,
bear with me.