Well alright everyone else is doing this so I'll do it. I don't really know
what it means, but I also don't really care.
I do not own any of these characters here mentioned in this gleeful story. Okay?
Chapter 1
Harry awoke with a start. He was drenched in an icy cold sweat. He had just had a
horrible nightmare. But, as he tried to recall what it was he was scared about, he couldn't
remember. He very slightly recalled a beautiful face, but he couldn't see any of the
features. Harry just knew it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, without really
seeing it. But then, he thought, what had scared him so much? Harry strained his
memory, and caught a quick flash of the dream. The beautiful girl suddenly turned into
some sort of creature that seemed to seep with darkness. That was all he could remember.
"That was a strange dream," Harry whispered to himself. " What was it about?"
He turned to look at the clock. It was 11:59. "Oh look," he whispered. It's almost my
birthday. The clock suddenly turned to 12:00. "Happy, happy birthday," he whispered to
the secluded darkness of his bedroom. Then he had a thought. "Why," he wondered out
loud, "do I wake up every year in the middle of the night to see the clock change from
11:59 to 12:00 on my birthday?" This thought puzzled him. Perhaps it had to do with him
being a wizard. Or, perhaps not. But, whatever it was, it was really stupid.
I do not own any of these characters here mentioned in this gleeful story. Okay?
Chapter 1
Harry awoke with a start. He was drenched in an icy cold sweat. He had just had a
horrible nightmare. But, as he tried to recall what it was he was scared about, he couldn't
remember. He very slightly recalled a beautiful face, but he couldn't see any of the
features. Harry just knew it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, without really
seeing it. But then, he thought, what had scared him so much? Harry strained his
memory, and caught a quick flash of the dream. The beautiful girl suddenly turned into
some sort of creature that seemed to seep with darkness. That was all he could remember.
"That was a strange dream," Harry whispered to himself. " What was it about?"
He turned to look at the clock. It was 11:59. "Oh look," he whispered. It's almost my
birthday. The clock suddenly turned to 12:00. "Happy, happy birthday," he whispered to
the secluded darkness of his bedroom. Then he had a thought. "Why," he wondered out
loud, "do I wake up every year in the middle of the night to see the clock change from
11:59 to 12:00 on my birthday?" This thought puzzled him. Perhaps it had to do with him
being a wizard. Or, perhaps not. But, whatever it was, it was really stupid.