Disclaimer: I Do Not own any of the characters. but the plotline. yeah that silly plotline is mine
For the past three months of summer Harry Potter had been plagued by a presence. Whenever he payed close enough attention, he could feel that someone was always there; and the aloneness he always felt went away.
At first, Harry had been very frightened. He was paranoid, and found himself unable to sleep. But after a while, the boy noticed that Dudley had stopped bullying him, and his Aunt and Uncle didn't even yell at him when he left their bacon on the stove-top for a few seconds too long. And one night, when Harry had stayed out a few hours extra to test their patience; they didn't even acknowledge him as he walked in the door at 10pm. He felt protected somehow, and eventually forgot the presence was even there.
That is, until the dreams started up. They were always the same, but each lengthened slowly finishing a story.
He was back in the Chamber of Secrets. The whole place looked reborn. The marble, once covered in grime and water, was shining like a ballroom floor. There were burning torches on the walls, and all of the many statues that lined the walkway bore no chips or imperfections.
The place was truly amazing, but Harry felt uncomfortable. The chamber brought back horrible memories fresh to his mind. A chill swept through his body as he took his first step...then another...
...and another.
He walked briskly forward. His heart racing.
Soon he approached the face of Salazar Slytherin. The statue's mouth agape, he could see an empty hallway through the opening. Harry could tell there were rooms branching off from the sides, and the place looked about as welcoming as the chamber with it's sparkling marble and warm light. A set of stairs began to drip down from the Founder's mouth. Harry made a daring choice, and he stepped carefully upon the first stair. When he was sure that he trusted them to hold steady, he began to ascend. Though there was no way the could be a wind, Harry felt a soft breeze caressing him. Almost playfully, the breeze mussed his hair, and nudged him up the stairs
As soon as he reached the opening, the breeze rushed past him. It was as though someone was hurrying by him, and Harry felt it was familiar, though he could not place the feeling.