Disclaimer: I cannot take credit for these wonderful characters created.
These belong to J.K. Rowling along with some of the settings. Well, most of
it actually. You see, all I can take credit for is this plot, which I have
created and copyrighted so if you want to use it you need my written
permission. I sadly (lol, just kidding) do not make any money from this. ;)
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It was another chilly summer night in Little Winging, but for one boy in Number 4 Privet Drive, it felt like 50º outside. Harry Potter thrashed at his covers, struggling from their concrete grip, his forehead dripping in sweat.
Had this been anyone else, it would have seemed like a mere nightmare. But that was not the case and this was not just a nightmare. The fear, the pain, was real, not a creation of his imagination nor even a memory. His body temperature had risen to a deathly 50º and Harry was gasping for breath, but his efforts seemed in vain as his windpipes constricted and his air supply rapidly depleted.
Then all of a sudden it stopped. Harry gasped a huge breath of air and his temperature rapidly dropped back to 37º. For a few minutes he sat in silence except for the pounding of his heart.
This was magic, he had no doubt, but how could it have happened if you need to be in close contact of a person to work a spell. Harry took a sharp breath. Jumping out of bed, heart pounding harder and faster now, he frantically groped around for his glasses and then hurriedly grabbed his wand.
Why hadn't I thought of this before?!? Harry thought to himself angrily. It must be a Death Eater or Voldem- Harry stopped mid thought, confused. Only a few months ago, Professor Dumbledore had told him that while he still lived where his mother's blood dwelled (in her only living relative Aunt Petunia) that he was safe, Not to mention that the Death Eaters had been sent to Azkaban, the wizard prison. Now, If possible he was more scared then ever. He was no longer safe nor did even know who his opponent was. or what they could do.
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A.N. Sorry it's so short, it's just the prologue though, so give it time ;) I like it because it kind of draws you in and makes you want to read more (at least that's what I hope it does!) Please R&R!!!
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It was another chilly summer night in Little Winging, but for one boy in Number 4 Privet Drive, it felt like 50º outside. Harry Potter thrashed at his covers, struggling from their concrete grip, his forehead dripping in sweat.
Had this been anyone else, it would have seemed like a mere nightmare. But that was not the case and this was not just a nightmare. The fear, the pain, was real, not a creation of his imagination nor even a memory. His body temperature had risen to a deathly 50º and Harry was gasping for breath, but his efforts seemed in vain as his windpipes constricted and his air supply rapidly depleted.
Then all of a sudden it stopped. Harry gasped a huge breath of air and his temperature rapidly dropped back to 37º. For a few minutes he sat in silence except for the pounding of his heart.
This was magic, he had no doubt, but how could it have happened if you need to be in close contact of a person to work a spell. Harry took a sharp breath. Jumping out of bed, heart pounding harder and faster now, he frantically groped around for his glasses and then hurriedly grabbed his wand.
Why hadn't I thought of this before?!? Harry thought to himself angrily. It must be a Death Eater or Voldem- Harry stopped mid thought, confused. Only a few months ago, Professor Dumbledore had told him that while he still lived where his mother's blood dwelled (in her only living relative Aunt Petunia) that he was safe, Not to mention that the Death Eaters had been sent to Azkaban, the wizard prison. Now, If possible he was more scared then ever. He was no longer safe nor did even know who his opponent was. or what they could do.
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A.N. Sorry it's so short, it's just the prologue though, so give it time ;) I like it because it kind of draws you in and makes you want to read more (at least that's what I hope it does!) Please R&R!!!
