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Hey guys. Just a few things you need to know: this is the first fanfiction story I have ever written, so I'm not really used to write these type of things. Also, English is not my mother language, Danish is, which means that my English might be a bit flawed. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that the story will most likely not be perfect, but I'm going to write it anyway ;)
I know the first chapter is kind of short, but I just wanted to get something uploaded - the next chapters will hopefully be longer :)
Any feedback is much appreciated.
A/N
Two red slits in a pool of darkness. One hollow, merciless laughter.
The laughter seemed distant, but yet it was close. Like it was coming from inside Harry's head. The red slits never blinked; a constant gaze. It almost hurt just to look at them, but it wasn't possible to look away form them either.
A green light flashed and a scream drowned the laughter. It all went black.
Harry tried to gain focus, but the bedroom was too dark. He closed his mouth and the screaming stopped. He was sweating all over. The same dream as always. Voldemort was still haunting Harry's dreams. Harry touched his scar - still no pain from it, it didn't even prickle.
A dark figure became visible in Harry's perrifery. The sight startled him. It made him reach for his wand. It always did. Same routine night after night. The figure put its hand on Harry's wand-hand, making him loosen his grip on his wand.
"You alright, sweetie?" she asked him. It had become a habit to ask him that.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Harry answered everytime, breathing hard to get his pulse down. "I'm getting something to drink," he said about to reach for his wand. She beat him to it.
"Here, let me," she said and conjured Harry a glass of water. While he drank it she blow dried his clothes with one quick swip with her wand.
"Thanks," Harry mumbled rolling back onto the bed.
She put her arms around him and rested her head on his chest.
"Your heart is racing," she said listening to the sound. Now that she mentioned it Harry noticed it too. Not only could he feel it psysically, but he was actually able to hear his own heartbeat. She was right, though, it was racing. "You should try to get some sleep," this was another thing she said every night too. Harry liked the way she cared for him, but to be honest it didn't help. Nothing did.
"I know," he replied.
It was hard falling back to sleep after having seen the eyes and heard the laughter of Voldemort. Of course it was just a dream, but it seemed so real. Voldemort had had such a huge impact on Harry's life. He wasn't able to just put it all behind, if he was he would have. The sight of those eyes almost burned into Harry's eyes making him see Voldemorts eyes no matter what – even if he closed his eyes. The same thing about the laughter; it kept ringing in his ears. It only went away when exhaustion took over and he entered a dreamless sleep. The only problem was that it was hard to feel relaxed enough to sleep with the eyes and the laughter haunting him. But why she never went straight back to sleep Harry kept wondering about. He had asked her once and she had told him she wanted to make sure he was alright and back to sleep before she'd be able to sleep peacefully. But still, after so long time it must've started to get annoying.
It had been almost 5 years now and the dreams were always the same. It had the same impact on Harry every night – and apparently on her too. How she put up with it he couldn't understand.