It was dark, very dark. Everything around Harry seemed to be covered in a
thick choking fog.
" I'm here again," he thought.
Around him were old gnarled trees, claw like in the faint moonlight shining from a bright full moon. A cool breeze rustled the leaves that were scattered on the damp earth. Harry shivered. Everything around him felt like death, from the dead trees to the mottled tombstones.
Harry was in that graveyard again. That same graveyard Voldemort had brought him to last year. He could still remember that day, that horrible day when he had battled Voldemort. The images flashed through his mind, Images of Voldemort, of Wormtail. , of Cedric, of his mum and dad. It was one of the very few days in which Harry had gotten to see his parents.
For how long Harry stood there, no one knew. He was as still as a statue, silently reflecting his past. He came here often, every night, ever since that night .
~*~
In the quiet dormitories of Grifindor house, Harry Potter awoke with a start. His scar was burning in his forehead. What a dream he'd had, his parents.Voldemort. Cedric. He thought he'd forgotten about them. It'd been a year now, a year since the tragic accident that had taken Cedric's life, a year since the night Voldemort came back to power, a year since .
It had been a glorious year, for every body else at least. Harry had felt like he'd lost a part of himself that night. He watched in a corner as the world went by. He was happy when Ron and Hermione finally got together. He was there when his team won the Quidditch Cup. He was also there when Cho needed a shoulder to cry on. That was what Harry was theses days, always there. He could have sworn no one noticed him anymore. It was what he'd always wanted.
Harry was sure no one noticed that he'd retreated into his shell. Ron and Hermione where too head over heals in love to notice. However, somebody did notice.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything so there!
A/N: Hope you enjoyed that. Please review! Otherwise you won't get to find out what happens next!
" I'm here again," he thought.
Around him were old gnarled trees, claw like in the faint moonlight shining from a bright full moon. A cool breeze rustled the leaves that were scattered on the damp earth. Harry shivered. Everything around him felt like death, from the dead trees to the mottled tombstones.
Harry was in that graveyard again. That same graveyard Voldemort had brought him to last year. He could still remember that day, that horrible day when he had battled Voldemort. The images flashed through his mind, Images of Voldemort, of Wormtail. , of Cedric, of his mum and dad. It was one of the very few days in which Harry had gotten to see his parents.
For how long Harry stood there, no one knew. He was as still as a statue, silently reflecting his past. He came here often, every night, ever since that night .
~*~
In the quiet dormitories of Grifindor house, Harry Potter awoke with a start. His scar was burning in his forehead. What a dream he'd had, his parents.Voldemort. Cedric. He thought he'd forgotten about them. It'd been a year now, a year since the tragic accident that had taken Cedric's life, a year since the night Voldemort came back to power, a year since .
It had been a glorious year, for every body else at least. Harry had felt like he'd lost a part of himself that night. He watched in a corner as the world went by. He was happy when Ron and Hermione finally got together. He was there when his team won the Quidditch Cup. He was also there when Cho needed a shoulder to cry on. That was what Harry was theses days, always there. He could have sworn no one noticed him anymore. It was what he'd always wanted.
Harry was sure no one noticed that he'd retreated into his shell. Ron and Hermione where too head over heals in love to notice. However, somebody did notice.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything so there!
A/N: Hope you enjoyed that. Please review! Otherwise you won't get to find out what happens next!