Harry Potter and the Power of Dreams

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A/N: Our prologue doesn't really look like Harry Potter material but trust us, it WILL fit, just read it. Don't make me beg.

Prologue: The Significance of Dreams

A dream can affect a person's life in a number of ways. They can tell you what your subconscious is feeling. They can replay memories in such ways that determine actions, whether they are in positive or negative ways. They can also tell you a lot about your personality. Or they can be just that: Dreams.

Whether a dream is just a dream or not, they haunt our minds until we are sure. Perhaps dreams are our view into the spirit worlds. No matter what we do, we can't avoid them.

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Chapter One: Vernon

"Stupid Boy!" Harry Potter heard as he walked up the stairs to the smallest bedroom at number four Privet Drive. "Get back here and clean up this mess you made!"

'What have I done now?' Harry thought as he trudged back down the stairs to the kitchen, where the voice of his uncle was coming from. He was dreading facing his uncle, because he knew his uncle would never believe he didn't do anything, even though he hadn't been in the kitchen all morning. The reason for this, was that Harry was now a fully grown wizard, allowed to do magic, now that he was seventeen, and of legal age in the wizarding world. The Ton-Tongue Toffee in the summer before fourth year, hadn't helped.

As Harry reached the kitchen, his cousin's face peered out before him. "You're in for it this time, Potter," he said, sneering. Harry got an ominous feeling as he walked into the kitchen. His uncle's face was already a blotchy purple color.

'This can't be good,' thought Harry. "Yes, Uncle Vernon?" he asked politely.

"Don't take that tone with me, boy!" Vernon screamed his fist raised. He loomed over Harry. With the first blow, Harry was already losing consciousness. By the time the fourth hit its mark, the world was black behind the young wizard's closed eyelids.

A/N: We know, we know.it's short. But! We're going to post very very soon. As in today. We promise. ~crosses fingers behind back~ That is, if we have the time. Nicole is already racking her brains trying to figure out how to work the next chapter. So don't go too far away. Just press that wonderful button that says "Go" at the bottom of the page, and leave us a wonderful, kind review. The more we get, the more likely a faster update will be. Also, if you're really nice and leave little plot helpers, Nicole won't have to work quite as hard, and the next chapter will come out faster. Okay, I'm getting long winded. Lol! ^_^