by:WHKgirl
A/N: Ok, I'm sorry I forgot this last time I posted this chapter but all the weird things you have to do got me all mixed up so DON'T BLAME ME!!!!! BLAME SPAZZOMATIC ME {thats her name on ff.net}!!!!! She was too addicted to leiderhosen to care about me getting everything right. And now, TO THE DICLAIMER *holds up arm and points finger*!!
Disclaimer: KK peeps, no need to worry, I'm not stealing J.K. Rowlings wonderful, beautiful, ________ { insert adjective of your choice} artwork/Harry Potterness. Don't sue me. It all belongs to her ( I think).
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Chapter 1 The Dreams
"Crucio!!",a
high, cold voice screamed,"My plan didn't work, and it's all YOUR FAULT!!
You said you would bring me the Potter boy, to let me to kill him!"
The
snake-like man yanked back his wand, causing the man on the floor to stop
screaming.Voldemort stood up, muttering about incompetent help. He left
the room. The man on the floor stood up, revealing himself to be young
Bartemius Crouch.
"Damn
it, wasn't my fault, the stupid Potter boy..."Crouch muttered, getting
up.
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Harry
Potter woke up, clutching his scar in agony. He looked over at the clock.
It was 2:00 in the morning on his birthday, July 31st. Since he knew it
was useless to try and get back to sleep, as this had happened before,
he decided to try and get his potions essay done. Silently slipping out
of his bed, Harry pushed away the pain in his scar and wrenched open the
loose floorboard. He had gotten most of his school supplies when just last
week, the Dursleys of number 4 Privet Drive had purchased a new car and
admired it in very loud voices out front. He'd picked the lock on the cupboard
door and gotten his schoolbooks, particularly his potions book, as they
had a 7 foot long essay due in potions on the first day back.
Harry
tiptoed over to his desk and started looking things up in his potions book
about pepperup potions. Professor Severus Snape had informed all of them
that they would be brewing them in the first term back. Hermione had been
excited, but Ron looked as if he wanted to start burping slugs again rather
than suffer another term with Snape and the Slytherins.
'What
a great way to celebrate my sweet sixteenth,' Harry thought bitterly,
'Wake up from a dream where someone was mad that I wasn't dead, then
not even recieve anything from my friends. Well, it's still early in the
day, I mean it's only, what, two A.M? Yeah, they'll send something later...'
Harry
looked up because he thought he heard someone coming down the hall.
He recognised it to be Dudley, because it sounded like an elephant was
rampaging down the hall. Quickly, he shoved his materials under the loose
floorboard and jumped into bed.
"Daddy!!!
I think I wet the bed!!! Wwwwaaaahhh!!!!" came Dudleys voice from next
door. Harry pulled a face.
"Oh, poor
Dinkyduddydums!!!! Did you have a nightmare???" Aunt Petunia asked.
"We'll
get the boy to clean it up tomorrow." Vernon stated. Harry pulled an even
worse, disgusted face.
Finally,
after wondering if he could get out of cleaning Dudley's mess tomorrow,
well, today,and making up some great plans to run away, Harry fell into
a dreamless sleep.
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"WAKE UP, BOY!!! I HAVE A JOB FOR YOU!!!!" hollered Uncle Vernon from the bottom of the stairs. Harry could smell sizzling bacon and wondered why they weren't having plums or some heathy food today.'Yes!! Today's My birthday!!' Harry remembered. Now he heard a weird swooshing sound, and just as he turned around, an owl swooped in and knocked him straight off his feet. As soon as his head struck the wood floor, everything went dark.
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Harry stood
up, brushing the dirt off himself. He looked around at his surroundings.
It appeared as if he was in the Forbidden Forest at back at Hogwarts. He
started walking down a path, gazing at the beautiful flowers shining in
the sunlight. A river could be heard flowing in the distance. Harry looked
up the path and to his surpise, Hermione and Ron were running towards him,
Hermione with her arms outstretched. All of a sudden, they stopped, but
Harry kept on running towards them. Right before Harry's eyes, they transformed
into scabby, sickening dementors, who chased after him for what seemed
to Harry, miles, but in reality, was only a few feet. Somehow, Harry had
run head-on into a tree.He plunged his hands into his robes, reaching for
his wand, only to find a phoenix feather. He dropped the phoenix feather,
intending to keep running from the dementors, but he heard a whip-like
noise and the feather turned into Dobby the house elf!
"Run,
Dobby, Run!!!" screamed Harry. Dobby started to laugh, but it wasn't his
usual laugh, in fact, it was the cold, cruel laugh of Lord Voldemort. Harry
stopped in his tracks and spun around.
Instead
of seeing Dobby, as Harry had expected, there stood Lord Voldemort, his
wand and Harry's in his hand.
"We meet again, Harry Potter." Voldemort said quietly. Before he could
continue, though, Harry felt water on his head. Everything started spinning,
going black, and he felt himself being sucked up, as if in a vacuum....
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"WAKE UP,
BOY!" Vernon yelled in Harry's ear. Harry stirred.
"What?Who?Huh??Whats
happening?? Wheres Volde-"
"DON'T
YOU SAY ANY NONSENSE UNDER MY ROOF!!!" Uncle Vernon screamed in his ear
again.
Harry
stared into Vernon's eyes and then noticed he was laying on the floor in
his room. He must have been dreaming that whole experience with Voldemort
and Dobby and Ron and Hermione. Maybe the owl wasn't even real, but no,
Harry saw it sheltered away under his bed, unnoticed by the Dursleys. He
sat up, then stood up.
"I think
I'll go clean Dudley's bed." stated Harry.
"How'd
you know what I was going to tell you, boy?"Vernon questioned suspiciously.
Figuring
it was better to tell the truth than get into trouble for something he
didn't do, Harry said "I heard you last night, and no, I wasn't spying."
"Then
go."said Uncle Vernon, through clenched teeth.
Dudley
sat embarrassed and red-faced behind his mother, who was sheltering him(though
not doing very well) from Harry.
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