A/N: Well hi this is Ben here… well …Midgit1001!! This is my first story…I hope you like?
It was Beta'd by my good mate Kellie… AKA: LuvaboyDan*Hesmayman (go read her stories…they gr8) *Soz Ben had to say that* well… this chap is called Harry's dream…
Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with Harry potter, plz remember that!
Harry Potter
and the Fortress of Shadows
Chapter 1
Harry's Dream
Harry lay on his bed
with a lifeless head hanging off the side, watching his biting book rampage
through his room, snapping at anything it could put its pages on. Harry slowly
sat up and placed his back against the cool wooden window-ledge that was above
the middle of the bed. 'How come' he thought in annoyance. 'Every time I need
Hedwig she's out hunting?' It was true, he now needed Hedwig to come back, so
he could send a message to Dumbledore informing him of a very vivid dream he
had a couple of days ago. It involved Ron being attacked, among other things.
Harry couldn't see what it was, because he was standing behind Ron at the time.
The first and last thing he knew was a scream and a spurt of blood hitting him
square in the face. Harry had woken up straight away and began to write a
letter to Dumbledore. But seeing as his owl was away hunting, as she always was
when he needed her. The letter lay on his rickety old desk gathering dust.
As the sun set fully and the horizon became dark, it
reminded Harry that his dinner should be ready. Harry slumped off from his bed
and slowly walked down the stairs into the Dursley's kitchen, where three
gleaming plates full of delicious looking food sat, with an extra one for
Harry, that just had one soggy lump of mash potato and a couple of carrots
placed in the middle. 'The Dursleys' Harry thought with a slight bit of
annoyance in his mind, 'Should be shot'. He was careful however, not to show
this thought at the dinner table, he could not stand another row. He thought
back to the beginning of the summer and how blazing rows had erupted constantly
between Harry and his uncle, causing them to try their best not to bite each
others heads off.
Harry sat down by his plate and his uncle gave him the distinct impression that
he was not welcome there. Harry, however, tucked into what little food he
had, to getaway from the table as quick as possible.
When he had finished he quickly stood up and began to walk away. Just as he began ascending the staircase a voice sounded from the kitchen,
"Don't come down the stairs again tonight boy" his uncle shouted.
'Well' he thought, 'That was completely uncalled for'
"I wasn't planning to" Harry said in a harsh quick tone that caught
his uncle of guard and confused him so much he could not answer with yet
another punishment. Harry darted up the stairs with a lightening pace, avoiding
another argument in the making. Once he got to his bedroom door he heard a loud
muttering from downstairs,
"That boy has really got an attitude problem." Harry
whispered and incredibly rude comment under his breath, then carried on his
journey into his bedroom.
As he entered the room a loud hoot signified the arrival of his owl Hedwig. "You're
back! Good I was getting worried." He said to his owl while softly stroking
its feathers back into place, as some seemed to have been ruffled during the flight.
The owl let out an appreciative long, soft hoot.
"I'm sorry Hedwig but I've got another job for
you." At seeing her give him an owlish glare he continued, "It's only
a short one to London. To Twelve
Grimmauld Place." The owl hooted yet again to
tell Harry she was willing, with that Harry carefully attached the parchment to
her leg and she set off smoothly out of the window.
Harry jumped on his bed with a look of annoyance on his face. He'd just let the
one thing go out of his window, that didn't flinch at the very sight of him. 'Well
hopefully I'll be getting a reply from Dumbledore soon.' He thought hopefully 'May-be
Ron and Hermione will send a message as well?'
It was a bit ridiculous really. For the third year running,
Harry was sitting in his bedroom of number 4 Privet Drive
waiting for replies from his friends, who were sitting smugly together in 12
Grimmauld Place. Harry had learned to live with it
though, he couldn't change that fact. And he couldn't hold grudges with them,
because they had told him they would rather have Harry there, than where he was
now. 'In this rubbish heap' Harry thought bitterly.
A Loud grunt issued from downstairs where his fat cousin
Dudley was sitting laughing (well pigishly snorting) at the T.V. This brought
Harry back to his senses, and he kneeled down beside his bed and pulled up the
loose floorboard, which his nosy aunt still hadn't found. Under it was an assortment
of magical items, including his wand, his spell books and his quill. Today he
had to do his charms homework; a difficult essay on the powers of a memory
charm. And another essay on apparition. Harry pulled out his complicated study
of magic (grade 7) book and started to work. He'd done an exceptional bit of
studying this year because he would have his N.E.W.T tests later on and he
wanted to get good enough grades to become an Auror. This was a very tricky
job, and required outstanding skill in all the subjects he had taken in
Hogwarts.
Soon the clock on his bedside table moved onto 11:30pm and Harry was unusually tired for a 16
(almost 17) year old boy. His eyelids grew heavy
and Harry slumped his head down on his tatty pillow in
an almost dead fashion...
A/N: Well please tell me what you think? I would really appreciate reviews. They will make me write faster *hint hint* and I'm sorry for those of you who don't like this…I can't help that!
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