Chapter 1: Dreams

Chapter 1: Dreams

It was summertime in England, rather cold, however, for a summer day. The air was brisk and the day sunny, not at all the type of weather that was to match what was about to come.

A man in a coat of deep black walked inside the pub of Little Hangleton, called the Hanged Man. He was a newcomer there, and all the old timers looked at him oddly.

"Death to all residents of Little Hangleton!" he cried out, followed by evil laughter.

He then drew out a wand, all in the pub looking at him curiously, but not taking him seriously.

"Avada Kedrva!" He cried, and a green light followed.

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At number 4 Pivet Drive, Harry Potter awoke and ended up sitting upwards. He was all sweaty, and his scar burned with pain. He tried to remember his dream, but he couldn't.

He looked out his bedroom window, only to discover it was 4 AM. He looked around his room, only to go over the presents he'd got from his friends this year for his 15th birthday.

One of his best friends, Hermione Granger, had gotten him a book- The basics of Fifth Year Magic- with a note attached that it was never too early to study for his OWLS. Ron Weasly, his other best friend, had gotten him a pack of Qudditch team trading cards, which where the newest Wizarding fad. Hagrid- the Hogwarts' caretaker- had sent him a book on Dragons, called The Book of Dragons.

There is one thing I forgot to mention. Harry Potter is a wizard.

Not fully trained- not yet, anyway. He attends Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in the UK. His past was an unhappy one. However, his past has yet to be forgotten.

When he was 1, an evil wizard named Voldemort killed his parents, only didn't kill him. He had tried to, but the spell had rebound, making Voldemort near death and Harry with but a scar. He had lived with the Dursleys- who hated Harry's guts- at 4 Pivet Drive every day of his whole life until he was 11. Then, a half-giant named Hagrid told him all about Hogwarts and soon Harry attended Hogwarts, where he meet Hermione and Ron.

In his 1st year, Harry became the youngest player ever on a house Qudditch team- his house being Gryffindor. He then saved the Sorcer's Stone, a stone that could turn metal to gold and grant life eternally.

During his second year he slayed a Basilisk- which was petrifying students in his school- and saved Ron's younger sister, Ginny, as well as stopped a 16-year-old Voldemort, AKA Tom Riddle, from killing him.

In his 3rd year, he found out that his godfather- Sirus Black- was in fact innocent. Of course, he had no evidence.

And, finally, his 4th year- the horrible terrifying 4th year. He had- by pure accident- ended up as one of the contestants of the Triwizard Tournament, a tournament of pure challenges. On the 3rd task- the last one- he had to go though a hedge maze. He and another one of the contestants- Cedric Diggory- arrived there 1st, and agreed to touch the trophy together, which would clarify the winner. However, the trophy turned out to be a portkey- an object that would take whoever touched it to a certain place- and he ended up being a key in Voldemort's rebirth. Cedric was killed for no reason, and Voldemort was reborn.

As Harry shivered at the memories, he could hear his cousin Dudley snoring in the room next to his. He couldn't help but smirk due to the fact that his Uncle Vernon had finally given up and sent Dudley- who was about the size of a baby whale- to a fat camp. Dudley was allowed to come home on some nights, but most of the time he stayed there while sleeping, for some odd reason. Dudley was being forced to go to the fact that Slemtings said they wouldn't except him anymore if he didn't lose weight, they'd expel him. Due to the fact that Dudley was so fat, they had to pay extra. Uncle Vernon's business was beginning to suffer, and it seemed as if Dudley wouldn't be getting as many Christmas presents this year.

Uncle Vernon owned a drilling company. I forgot to mention something- The Dursleys are Muggles- peoples with not a drop of magic in their veins. And they hated magic.

As Harry lay back on his bed- it being 4 AM- he tried to fall back asleep but pictures of Voldemort's rebirth flashed though his mind, and he couldn't sleep. He tried despertly, but he couldn't fall asleep. Suddenly, he heard a tapping on his window.

Harry turned around to see a owl he didn't recognize. One other thing- Wizards and Witches use owls to deliver mail. But, anyway, Harry let the owl in.

The owl flew away the minute he detached it from it's letter, and Harry saw a Hogwart's crest on it, so of course it was from Hogwarts. He looked at the usaul letter and suppily list, nothing unusaul there, to indecate why the owl was delivering a letter so late at night.

So Harry lay on his bed, sleep finnaly taking him.

~*~*~*~

Harry awoke the next morning to find a strange owl tapping on his window. He opened his window to let the owl in, and read the letter the owl was carrying in his beak. It said:
Harry-

I just read the Daily Prophet this morining. I'm owling (I rented an owl) one of the articles to you.

-Hermione

Harry looked at the article. It read:

Mysterious Killings in Little Hangleton; Some except You-Know-Who behind them

Little Hangleton- Puzzling deaths in a Muggle town called Little Hangleton cause suscipion amongst some Witches and Wizards.

Little Hangleton was the first town that You-Know-Who killed people in- the Riddle's to be exact. Accordinlgy, the people died in the local pub- called the Hanged Man- very strange deaths. No cuts or signs of diease were shown in the Autopsies. This could be the works of the Avada Kederva spell- which is well known for being illegal.

Dorothy McGears, a regular witch, states, "It's Voldemort, I tell you! The ministry's been hiding it from us!"

Sarah Winterwarm, another regualar witch, says, "Who knows what happened there? Why do we care, anyway?"

-Reported by I.M Reel

Harry stared at this article in both astonishment and amusement- the ministry had denied the rebirth of Voldemort- who was called "You-Know-Who" and "He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named" by others to afraid to say his name- which was pretty much 99.9% of the Wizarding population. The Dursleys called Harry down to breakfast and Harry walked down the stairs unhappily. The Dursleys threw a small grapefruit in front of him and Harry ate it. The Dursleys still didn't want Harry to have anymore than Dudley, so he didn't get much for breakfast.

Uncle Vernon looked at the paper than began to fume. He settled down, however.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia than left to take Dudley to Fat Camp, but before they left, gave Harry glares that said "Don't try anything funny."

Harry couldn't do any magic out of Hogwarts- it wasn't allowed.

Harry looked at the newspaper Uncle Vernon had been looking at before. He looked at the headline, and could easily see why Uncle Vernon had been upset. It said:
Drillings Drill Comp.- Owned by Vernon Dursley- may be forced to declare bankruptcy.

He smirked and then he walked upstairs and walked into his room, still contemplating the articles that he had seen that day.

Harry was kind of depressed. First of all, he felt awful guilt for Cedric's death and Voldemort's rebirth- his blood had played a part in it. But his past was sorting depressing as well. He was distracted from his thoughts, however, when he heard a tap on his window.

He turned around to see a huge colorful bird- probably a toucan- tapping on his window. Sirus had been sending his mail by birds like these. Anyway, he opened the window and looked at the letter the bird was carrying. It was his own, sent several weeks ago. The bird left it with him, and left. He looked at his letter, but everything was the way it was supposed to be, so he decided to write Ron about.

He took up his quill, a piece of parchment, and an envelope, and wrote Ron about what had just happened.

He then lifted up a loose floorboard- the Weaslys had sent him plenty of food, with the Dursleys barely giving him anything. Of course, he had to hide the food. Hermione has sent him food as well- but with her parent's being dentists, it was mostly fruit. Hagrid had sent him some apple pie, but it was as hard as a rock.

In a few hours, Hedwig- his owl- was back. She had an envelope in her beak, obviously from Ron.

He read the letter. It stated that Ron was thinking it was weird as well, and asking something else: If he'd heard from Hermione yet- Ron hadn't heard from her all summer.

Harry sighed. Hermione had excepted the invention to Viktor Krum's house in Bulgaira over the summer. Viktor was a world famous Qudditich player. Qudditich is a sport- quite like football- played on broomsticks. Anyway, when Ron had heard that Viktor had asked Hermione to visit him several months ago, Ron went ballistic. Hermione plainy hadn't told Ron, not wanting to upset him. She, however, had told Harry so someone knew where she was. As Harry thought about this, he heard a car door slam.

That's when Harry remebered: This was the day in Dudley's fat camp where they would talk with the parents about how their child was doing- how much weight they had lost, their attudite, etc. Dudley cleary hadn't done to well, and Harry couldn't help but grin as Dudley scampered up the driveway under Uncle Vernon's tight grasp. Dudley was forced inside the house and Harry quietly opened his door and eavesdropped on the conversation they were having.

"Smeltings! Expel Dudley! Just because his grades were low and he's to fat, and- because of money!" Exclamied Uncle Vernon, yelling very loud.

That was all Harry had to hear. He crept into his room quietly and desperately tried to contain his laughter.

Harry watched the sunset and allowed himself to get lost in his own thoughts. It wasn't 'till a knock on the door that he arose from his thoughts.

He opened up the door to see Aunt Petunia telling him to get down to dinner.

Dinner that night was a small sandwhich for them all. Aunt Petunia said that tommorow she would go shopping, but it was deadly quietly for the rest of the meal.

Harry than walked upstairs to Aunt Petunia yelling at him to get ready for bed. He did so, and was in bed by 8 P.M. Everytime he closed his eyes, horrifying pictures entered his mind. So, it wasn't untill midnight that sleep crept though his window and held him captive. That night, he had a very strange dream.

~*~*~*~

A man in a black cloak walked out of a house in Little Hangleton, laughing evily. A dark cloud of a snake and skull was hovering above the house. In the man's hand was a large sapphire stone.

Disclamer: Everything belongs to J.K Rowling, the great writer, except for Dorothy McGears, Sarah Winterwarm, and the Sapphire stone, all of which belong to me, but you can have 'em for all I care.

A/N: This wasn't very long, only 1,916 words and 4 pages. Hopefully, my other chapters will be longer. Review?