Harry Potter and the mysterious glowing orb.

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Disclaimer: How about a poem? Roses are red, violets are blue, I don't own Harry Potter, so you really shouldn't sue!


CH.1

It was early, too early, as Harry rolled over in his bed unable to find sleep. He kept having the same dream containing Dumbledore. Dumbledore would be standing in front of him smiling and then slowly, but surely fade into nothingness. This disturbed Harry because this wasn't the only night he had viewed this image. Finally, deciding that there was just no way he could sleep,he climbed out of bed. The sun was just over the horizon as he looked out the window.

He dug around in his trunk at the end of his bed and pulled out his invisibility cloak.

There was no, absolutely no, way he was going to let the Dursley's catch him out of his room. He walked over to the door and pulled up. All the locks were instantly undone. You see, the door had a malfunction, which Harry had been lucky enough to discover one night while the Dursley's slept sound. He left his room and walked down to the kitchen, where he beheld a ghastly sight. There amongst the sparkling walls floated a luminescent orb. Almost as soon as Harry saw it it was gone.

"How odd,"said Harry thinking aloud. ''Maybe I hallucinated." After a couple minutes, or a long while, Harry walked over to the fridge and took a peek at what was inside. He grabbed some cheese and a glass of water. He looked at the clock on the kitchen wall, five in the morning. Harry sighed soundlessly. He had not been able to get a full nights rest in a little less than two weeks.

Harry thought of Dumbledore and a stomach notting feeling arose. Dumbledore had died about a month ago, making Harry's dream sensless. Harry pushed these thoughts away, he didn't think he could bare it. Then Harry thought of the orb he had just encountered. He thought back on the details; it had a round shape of course and had a blue-ish glow about it. There had been an image on the orb, but Harry had not been able to make it out, it had vanished to quickly.

Still thinking of the orb, he headed upstairs back to his room. He closed the door and threw his invisibility cloak into his trunk. He then collapsed onto his bed and after he was done eating drifted off into a light sleep, which Dumbledore once again intruded upon. But this time Dumbledore did something different. He was gesturing toward something, but it was too bright, Harry coudn't quite see what it was. His excitement climbed higher and higher...

Harry woke with a start. He had gotten to excited and ruined his chances of seeing whatever it was he was supposed to. Harry got up irritated and stared around his room searching for an answer that wasn't there. He walked over to his table and picked up The Daily Prophet.

There was a yell from downstairs, ''Oi, you!" Harry dropped the paper and got up grudgingly. As he walked into the kitchen Uncle Vernon looked up from his paper.

"Finally,you took your time you did," he said annoyed. The vein in his temple pulsed faintly.

"What did you need?" Harry replied equally annoyed. He had enough on his mind without Vernon Dursley butting in.

"Don't you talk to me in that disrespectful tone!" Uncle Vernon sputtered. "After breakfast return to your room."

" 'kay." Harry replied monotonely.

It was a quick breakfast in which Dudley and Uncle Vernon stuffed themselves so much Harry thought they would burst. Aunt Petunia paid no attention. After cleaning the kitchen and everybody's dishes he went to his room and forcefully closed the door. It was only a week before he returned to Hogwarts. It was good to, he had had about all he could take of the dull life of Privet Drive. He thought about Ron and wished he could be at the Burrow. Harry took out a fresh piece of parchment and a quill and wrote a brief letter to Ron asking if he could go there. He opened Hedwig's cage and tied the letter to her leg. He watched her fade into the distance and then busied himself with a book called Chudley Cannon Crew.

It was several hours later when there was a rap on the window, which woke Harry. He sat up groggily, ''What's going on?'' he said stupidly. He shook his head as there was another sharp rap on the window. Realizing what was happening Harry sat up, walked over to the window and opened it. Hedwig flew in and landed on Harry's bed post as he closed the window. He sat down on his bed and detatched the letter from her leg and opened it eagerly.

Dear Harry,

My dad said it would be much to dangerous to bring you here, since you still have the trace. Wish you could be here. See you at Hogwarts.

-Ron

''Well that's just bloody great," Harry said crumpling the letter angrily and throwing it on the floor. He collapsed on his bed and exhaustion overwhelmed him. He drifted off to sleep.

All that week Harry had the same Dumbledore dream and still he did not get to see the object he was supposed to.