"Mum, Harry is doing it again!" Shouted an overly stuffed Dudley as
he shoved food into his mouth. Harry hadn't even realized that he had been
staring off into space. But he didn't get a chance to break himself out of
it, for he was forcefully brought back to reality when he felt a hand smack
across his face.
Harry opened his mouth to ask what that was for, but he thought better of it. The last time that he had questioned his Aunt Petunia, he had been locked back in the cupboard for a week before he was given back his old, small room. Although, it was very difficult for Harry to even call it his room, it was stuffed with presents from Dudley's last birthday. And it only took one years worth the presents for fill the entire living space that Harry was allowed to have. Harry, however, didn't need to ask what it was for, Uncle Vernon so kindly reminded him.
"Boy! Apologize to Dudley! Now!" Harry wished silently that Uncle Vernon had swallowed his food before he yelled. It was not a very pleasant experience to have a man like his uncle hovering over you and while he yells at you food particles fly out of his mouth. Harry giggled at his silent joke, but this only enraged Vernon more. Harry didn't have time to regret what he had done, the next thing he knew he was laying on the floor with a blinding pain in his head. However, this pain was not the pain that Harry felt when he had been hit by Vernon. This pain was much, much worse. It was they pain that he felt during his 4th year, when he was transported by portkey to Voldermort. He would never forget that pain.
Slowly, the pain began to subside. Harry opened his eyes, but what he saw was not the familiar Dursley residence. Harry had no idea where he was. He had never been here before, at least not that he could remember. A voice slowly crept its way into Harry's head. He IS coming for you. You cannot escape. Harry had these visions all to often to not know what the voice was talking about. Usually, Harry would be scared out of his mind, but this time, he was more annoyed than everything.
"I know that Voldermort wants me! People have been telling me that for years! Is that all that you wanted to tell me, 'cause if your done, id like to go now!" Harry was hiding what little fear and nervousness that he had. And he was doing a great job, for he almost convinced himself that he was not scared. Harry had been expecting to awaken from what he had thought was a dream then, but instead, the voice returned. No, not Voldermort. HE is the one to fear. He is mealy an obstacle in your way. The real danger lies with HIM. Harry was confused What does he mean? Voldermort is the strongest dark wizard in the world…or is he? No, the voice is just trying to trick me into being scared. If I am scared than I am vulnerable. I will NOT be tricked again!
"I am not scared of you! Show yourself!" The voice did not respond. "I said, SHOW YOURSELF!" Still, no response. Suddenly, without warning, a picture exploded in Harry's mind. Harry could see bodies. Everywhere, bodies. In his ear Harry could hear a shrill, evil laugh that sent chills up his spine. But it was not the laugh of the Dark Lord, it was the laugh of someone new. Then, out of the corner of his eye, Harry could see him. Harry could see Voldermort. And Voldermort was…cowering? Harry had to blink hard to be sure that he was really seeing what was in front of him. What…what is this? Thought Harry. Why would Voldermort…the strongest evil wizard ever…be cowering? Then, another hooded figure appeared in the picture. Neither Voldermort nor the hooded figure took any notice of Harry.
"Please! I beg of you My Lord! I never had any plans against you! You must believe me!" Harry had expected the hooded figure to be begging for mercy from Voldermort, but it was the other way around. Why was Voldermort…pleading? What does he have to be scared of? Just as Harry was in mid-thought, the hooded figure began to take the hood off of his head. Just as the hood was being dropped, Harry could feel himself being shaken violently.
"Harry! Harry! HARRY! WAKE UP!! HARRY!" Harry groggily opened his heavy eyes. He felt so drained. When he looked up at the face of the person who had broken him out of his vision, he was shocked to not see the plump face of his Uncle Vernon, but the face of… Sirus?
Harry opened his mouth to ask what that was for, but he thought better of it. The last time that he had questioned his Aunt Petunia, he had been locked back in the cupboard for a week before he was given back his old, small room. Although, it was very difficult for Harry to even call it his room, it was stuffed with presents from Dudley's last birthday. And it only took one years worth the presents for fill the entire living space that Harry was allowed to have. Harry, however, didn't need to ask what it was for, Uncle Vernon so kindly reminded him.
"Boy! Apologize to Dudley! Now!" Harry wished silently that Uncle Vernon had swallowed his food before he yelled. It was not a very pleasant experience to have a man like his uncle hovering over you and while he yells at you food particles fly out of his mouth. Harry giggled at his silent joke, but this only enraged Vernon more. Harry didn't have time to regret what he had done, the next thing he knew he was laying on the floor with a blinding pain in his head. However, this pain was not the pain that Harry felt when he had been hit by Vernon. This pain was much, much worse. It was they pain that he felt during his 4th year, when he was transported by portkey to Voldermort. He would never forget that pain.
Slowly, the pain began to subside. Harry opened his eyes, but what he saw was not the familiar Dursley residence. Harry had no idea where he was. He had never been here before, at least not that he could remember. A voice slowly crept its way into Harry's head. He IS coming for you. You cannot escape. Harry had these visions all to often to not know what the voice was talking about. Usually, Harry would be scared out of his mind, but this time, he was more annoyed than everything.
"I know that Voldermort wants me! People have been telling me that for years! Is that all that you wanted to tell me, 'cause if your done, id like to go now!" Harry was hiding what little fear and nervousness that he had. And he was doing a great job, for he almost convinced himself that he was not scared. Harry had been expecting to awaken from what he had thought was a dream then, but instead, the voice returned. No, not Voldermort. HE is the one to fear. He is mealy an obstacle in your way. The real danger lies with HIM. Harry was confused What does he mean? Voldermort is the strongest dark wizard in the world…or is he? No, the voice is just trying to trick me into being scared. If I am scared than I am vulnerable. I will NOT be tricked again!
"I am not scared of you! Show yourself!" The voice did not respond. "I said, SHOW YOURSELF!" Still, no response. Suddenly, without warning, a picture exploded in Harry's mind. Harry could see bodies. Everywhere, bodies. In his ear Harry could hear a shrill, evil laugh that sent chills up his spine. But it was not the laugh of the Dark Lord, it was the laugh of someone new. Then, out of the corner of his eye, Harry could see him. Harry could see Voldermort. And Voldermort was…cowering? Harry had to blink hard to be sure that he was really seeing what was in front of him. What…what is this? Thought Harry. Why would Voldermort…the strongest evil wizard ever…be cowering? Then, another hooded figure appeared in the picture. Neither Voldermort nor the hooded figure took any notice of Harry.
"Please! I beg of you My Lord! I never had any plans against you! You must believe me!" Harry had expected the hooded figure to be begging for mercy from Voldermort, but it was the other way around. Why was Voldermort…pleading? What does he have to be scared of? Just as Harry was in mid-thought, the hooded figure began to take the hood off of his head. Just as the hood was being dropped, Harry could feel himself being shaken violently.
"Harry! Harry! HARRY! WAKE UP!! HARRY!" Harry groggily opened his heavy eyes. He felt so drained. When he looked up at the face of the person who had broken him out of his vision, he was shocked to not see the plump face of his Uncle Vernon, but the face of… Sirus?