Restless Life
(Prologue)
" Move away, you fool!" The man sounded angry, as he pounded his fist against the wall. Harry could hear someone whimpering, but obviously not giving into the request that was just screamed at her.
Harry wanted to run to her, but he couldn't find the strength. His legs felt as if someone had mended them in the ground with lead and cement.
"Fine. You could have prevented this. AVADA KEDAVRA!!"
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Late at night, Harry Potter shot straight up in bed. The dream still alive in his memory.
"These dreams are getting extremely old,"he thought bitterly. He wondered if he'd been screaming in his sleep. His question was almost immediately answered.
"Harry… are you all right… you were talking in you sleep again."
"Ron go back to bed. It was only a dream. I'll talk to you in the morning."
Harry could almost feel Ron hesitating, but a few moments later he hurt the creak of Ron's bed as he climbed back in it. Then he suddenly felt a stab of guilt as he realized how cross he must have sounded. He didn't want to snap, but the dream made him uneasy. That, and the fact that he hated it when people worried about him. People seemed to think he would collapse at any moment because of a bad day or memory or whatever. They just needed to get used to the fact that he was going to get in trouble no matter what people tried to do to prevent it.
"Oh well," Harry thought with a sigh, "I'll apologize tomorrow." With that though he drifted off to a fitful sleep.
Okay, I admit, that was a pretty lame excuse for a first chapter, but it'll get better. I promise. Oh yeah, the disclaimer thingy. Okay, I don't own the Harry Potter characters (obviously, I would be rich if I did.) Please review. I will be soooo happy. And if your gonna flame, please tell me what I can do to make my writing better, other wise your time will be wasted typing it all up. THANK YOU!!