*Note: Hello everyone! Here I am again! Sorry didn't finish my last (and
only) story but hey didn't feel much like finishing it anymore. Here's
another one of mine I hope you like it! English is not my mother tongue so
excuse me for my future mistakes ;)! ENJOY!
'BANG!!!' A loud explosion inside his head woke him up at once, breathing hard and uncontrollable. Sitting right up in his bed, he felt the sweat running down his face, from his forehead to his nose and eyelids, resting for a moment on his cheekbone and eventually taking place at his lip, where his tongue licked the drops slowly away. The prickling feeling in his eyes made his left hand search for his glasses, which he found on the bedside table and placed it on his nose.
Still gasping he saw the room clearly. It was full of broken toys, piled up against the wall and at the furthest corner of the room was a small closet where his rather lumpy clothes hung. His eyes fell on his outworn bed sheet. It was soaked from sweat, tears and probably spit, telling from the weird foam that was sticking on his pillow.
He couldn't really remember where the dream was about, but it hadn't been a nice one. He could feel the anger still in his body, the search for something. . .or someone.
The clock on the bedside table told him it was 4 o'clock in the morning. A sigh escaped from his mouth as he swung his legs over the side of his bed. Not wanting to rise already, but not wanting to go back to sleep either, he remained undecidedly seated.
Suddenly he wondered what made him wake up. It wasn't a normal sound; he didn't know what could produce such a noise. There was nothing strange to hear inside the house of his uncle and aunt. Quietly he went to the door and as he opened it, he still didn't hear anything except the ticking noise of the swing clock in the living room. He crept to the stairs and walked down. Standing in the kitchen he still couldn't hear anything unusual till the silent talking of human voices reached his ear. He was about to turn to face the window where a light suddenly shone and the dimmed voices grew louder when holus bolus a loud voice called.
'DORKBRAIN! What are you doing here at this time at night in the kitchen?' Dudley, his stupid piglike nephew asked.
Harry jumped about 6 ft high at the sudden loud sound. He faced Dudley with disgust and turned his head immediately back to the window, where once a light had shone and voices were heard.
'Nothing', he said, 'Nothing at all.'
Harry left the kitchen without another word and went back upstairs, leaving behind a stupefied Dudley, who came to his senses when he felt a drop of drool rolling down his chin.
'BANG!!!' A loud explosion inside his head woke him up at once, breathing hard and uncontrollable. Sitting right up in his bed, he felt the sweat running down his face, from his forehead to his nose and eyelids, resting for a moment on his cheekbone and eventually taking place at his lip, where his tongue licked the drops slowly away. The prickling feeling in his eyes made his left hand search for his glasses, which he found on the bedside table and placed it on his nose.
Still gasping he saw the room clearly. It was full of broken toys, piled up against the wall and at the furthest corner of the room was a small closet where his rather lumpy clothes hung. His eyes fell on his outworn bed sheet. It was soaked from sweat, tears and probably spit, telling from the weird foam that was sticking on his pillow.
He couldn't really remember where the dream was about, but it hadn't been a nice one. He could feel the anger still in his body, the search for something. . .or someone.
The clock on the bedside table told him it was 4 o'clock in the morning. A sigh escaped from his mouth as he swung his legs over the side of his bed. Not wanting to rise already, but not wanting to go back to sleep either, he remained undecidedly seated.
Suddenly he wondered what made him wake up. It wasn't a normal sound; he didn't know what could produce such a noise. There was nothing strange to hear inside the house of his uncle and aunt. Quietly he went to the door and as he opened it, he still didn't hear anything except the ticking noise of the swing clock in the living room. He crept to the stairs and walked down. Standing in the kitchen he still couldn't hear anything unusual till the silent talking of human voices reached his ear. He was about to turn to face the window where a light suddenly shone and the dimmed voices grew louder when holus bolus a loud voice called.
'DORKBRAIN! What are you doing here at this time at night in the kitchen?' Dudley, his stupid piglike nephew asked.
Harry jumped about 6 ft high at the sudden loud sound. He faced Dudley with disgust and turned his head immediately back to the window, where once a light had shone and voices were heard.
'Nothing', he said, 'Nothing at all.'
Harry left the kitchen without another word and went back upstairs, leaving behind a stupefied Dudley, who came to his senses when he felt a drop of drool rolling down his chin.