Hi everybody. This is my first HP fic posted, so standard disclaimers
apply: I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER. Though, *sniffle* I wish I did.
Any ways, Please R+R. Flames accepted.
Ch. 1
Pain. Terrible pain. Everywhere on his body was wracked with this pain. It was crushing him. He couldn't breathe. His scar was exploding with pure torture. He couldn't do anything to stop it. He opened his blood shot eyes, only to see true red eyes staring down at him. Those evil eyes looked at him with amusement. "You cant get away, Harry," the thing said. "I will get you."
Harry Potter shot up in his bed, the pain receding with every short raspy breath he took. His scar was still burning, and he quickly suppressed the urge to scream. After a couple of minutes of progressively longer breaths, Harry finally looked at his alarm clock in sheer curiosity. A blurry, yet bright 2:43AM appeared to him. Harry lay back down on his bed moaning softly. His body ached from the nightmare. That nightmare which replayed in his mind over and over. He never had a dream like it. It seemed as though it was a warning rather than what actually happened. It was so different than his usual nightmare of Cedric dying. The thought of Cedric brought pain to Harry.
It was the same every night, except this one. Harry would see Cedric's handsome gray eyes wide with fear; then the blinding green light, then nothing. Over and over he would see this. Those same eyes, staring at Harry, pleading for him to help. And every time Harry tried to help, he failed. The dreams always ending with that light. The cursed green light that brought the power of death to the wielder of the wand.
Harry mulled over his past dreams. 'Why was this one so different?' he asked himself. He finally decided that this dream was a warning. Voldemort was going to try and get him this year, with something much more terrible than the last attempts.
Any ways, Please R+R. Flames accepted.
Ch. 1
Pain. Terrible pain. Everywhere on his body was wracked with this pain. It was crushing him. He couldn't breathe. His scar was exploding with pure torture. He couldn't do anything to stop it. He opened his blood shot eyes, only to see true red eyes staring down at him. Those evil eyes looked at him with amusement. "You cant get away, Harry," the thing said. "I will get you."
Harry Potter shot up in his bed, the pain receding with every short raspy breath he took. His scar was still burning, and he quickly suppressed the urge to scream. After a couple of minutes of progressively longer breaths, Harry finally looked at his alarm clock in sheer curiosity. A blurry, yet bright 2:43AM appeared to him. Harry lay back down on his bed moaning softly. His body ached from the nightmare. That nightmare which replayed in his mind over and over. He never had a dream like it. It seemed as though it was a warning rather than what actually happened. It was so different than his usual nightmare of Cedric dying. The thought of Cedric brought pain to Harry.
It was the same every night, except this one. Harry would see Cedric's handsome gray eyes wide with fear; then the blinding green light, then nothing. Over and over he would see this. Those same eyes, staring at Harry, pleading for him to help. And every time Harry tried to help, he failed. The dreams always ending with that light. The cursed green light that brought the power of death to the wielder of the wand.
Harry mulled over his past dreams. 'Why was this one so different?' he asked himself. He finally decided that this dream was a warning. Voldemort was going to try and get him this year, with something much more terrible than the last attempts.