CHAPTER 1
Harry woke up slowly and muttered something about dancing. He was having the strangest dreams for the past two weeks. At first he had thought they were because of the tension building up in the wizarding world, but they soon had began to take weird turns. For example the dream he had just last night.
Slowly tiptoeing through the hallway he made for the door at the end. It was just like the dreams he received of the corridor in the Ministry of Magic, but this time the door wasn't locked and there weren't any other doors behind it. Harry knew there was something. Something bad. Something that should've been locked in.
Harry let out his breath when he reached the door and creaked it open. He blinked a couple of times so his eyes could adjust to the bright light. Inside was the living room of Marvolo Riddle but the armchair held not its owner but Uncle Vernon! No wonder it should've been kept locked, thought Harry. Holding his weight he got up to talk to Harry, who was carefully stepping back out through the doorway.
"Do you need a ride to the train station?" Uncle Vernon said loudly. "There's no platform 9 ¾."
"Yes there is, yes there is!" Harry shouted at him furiously and turned to run back through the corridor but then scene was changing.
In front of him was a red faced Ginny. What was she laughing at thought Harry? Ginny answered his question. "Where are your pants Harry!" then she began giggling uncontrollably.
Harry looked down and sure enough he was in his underwear. He gasped and turned to run but he was surrounded. There was almost every single person from Hogwarts around him laughing. Laughing!
"Thank goodness I didn't date him for a very long time," he heard the voice of Cho Chang say.
"No! No! This can't be happening to me." He muttered. Suddenly he felt an ice-cold hand on his shoulder and looked up into the wretched face of Voldemort. Yet Harry did not stumble, he did not try to run this time, he was glad he met someone who wasn't laughing at him.
"It's okay Harry Potter," Voldemort whispered soothingly. "You can join me. I won't laugh, I will never laugh." Harry nodded. "Come with me, it's Bill's wedding let's dance," he continued offering his hand, but before Harry could accept it he awoke.
"Man what a dream." He muttered scratching his head as he put on his thin-rimmed glasses. "But…" Harry broke off thinking. But what if his dreams meant something. They usually did, but … what could it mean this time?
