Harry gazed out his window on a rather breezy, and starry night in the
depths of Number 4 Privet Drive, thinking about his previous year at
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The one part he missed about
Hogwarts the most was one of his two best friends, Hermione Granger. He's
been thinking and dreaming about Hermione for quite a while now, and always
wondering what the next year in Hogwarts will bring for them.
Will he be brave enough to tell her how much he loves her? He stood there thinking. All he wanted to do was to tell her how he felt about her and that he loved her dearly with all his heart and soul.
"I wish you where here with me, Hermione," he whispered to himself. "All I want is you, all I need is you."
He was tired. And hungry, but there was nothing he could do about that since the Dursleys didn't seem to care much about him.
Slowly, he closed his eyes and fell asleep....
Harry was laying on his bed, breathing heavily. He had just awoken from this very startling dream , and had a very worried look oh his face.
~~~*** Harry found himself face down on a cold, hard, stone floor, in a darkened corridor. The only light that was visible was emitted from an old, small, lit candle on the other side.
"Where the bloody hell am I?" Harry thought to himself. Harry, who was half frightened, half curious, got up and started to wander around in the corridor slowly and cautiously. He placed his hands upon the dew-coated walls to feel his way through, so he wouldn't fall or bump into anything. "Blimey!" Harry yelled as he just walked face first into a fat pole.
A cold breeze blew just past him; the kind of breeze that leaves a shiver running down your spine. A ghostly breeze. He heard soft whispers and murmurs somewhere between breaths of stiffling, cold winds.
Out of nocturnal darkness and complete silence and stillness, came a cold, raspy voice calling out his name. Harry recognized that voice. It was the voice of pure evil and hatred. It was Lord Voldemort. Harry's worst enemy, the enemy he's been trying to defeat since he learned that he murdered Harry's parents when he was only a baby.
"What do you want, where are you?" said Harry in a rather shaky tone, with a bit of angriness.
"Look, look for me. But look fast, or someone you love so dearly will suffer and die by my hands." said Voldemort in a poisonous, snakelike voice.
In the blink of an eye, Harry found himself face to face with the Dark Lord in the same corridor he'd found himself in the beginning of his dream. The Only difference was the light. The flame that emitted from that small candle on the other side grew bigger and bigger and then turned the color green.
All of the old, dusty torches around them suddenly lit with green flames, too.
Voldemort was clutching Hermione by the neck, his wand pointing at her "Hermione!" Harry yelled. Rage and anger suddenly burst inside Harry.
"Harry! Harry, please help me!" Hermione yelled as she struggled to break free from Voldemort's grip. Suddenly, green light jot out of Voldemort's wand shooting at Hermione.
"NOOOOO!'' Harry yelled..... ***~~~
"It was only a nightmare," he thought. But it seemed so real. Harry remembered what happened the previous year at Hogwarrts. He had the same type of dream that felt as if it were actually happening, and because he followed his instincts, he was able to save Mr. Weasley from dying from that horrible snake bite. He had taken that dream very seriously, and it's a good thing he did.
Now Voldemort had Hermione. He couldn't bear to let his dream come true. He needed to see Hermione. Now.
He remembered that she told him she was going to be in Diagon Alley two weeks before school starts. If Harry remembered correctly, school starts on the fifth of September. It was now August 28th.
Harry decided to go to Diagon Alley to tell Hermione about his dream and what he thinks about it. But how was he going to get there? He didn't stand a chance against the Dursleys. "The invisibility cloak," Harry whispered to himself.
Harry took his favorite broom, the Firebolt (which he had recieved as a gift from his beloved godfather, Sirius) from his closet. He opened his trunk and grabbed his cloak. Harry opened his window, climbed on his broom, and threw the invisibility cloak over him. He soared out of his room, into the midnight blue sky....
Will he be brave enough to tell her how much he loves her? He stood there thinking. All he wanted to do was to tell her how he felt about her and that he loved her dearly with all his heart and soul.
"I wish you where here with me, Hermione," he whispered to himself. "All I want is you, all I need is you."
He was tired. And hungry, but there was nothing he could do about that since the Dursleys didn't seem to care much about him.
Slowly, he closed his eyes and fell asleep....
Harry was laying on his bed, breathing heavily. He had just awoken from this very startling dream , and had a very worried look oh his face.
~~~*** Harry found himself face down on a cold, hard, stone floor, in a darkened corridor. The only light that was visible was emitted from an old, small, lit candle on the other side.
"Where the bloody hell am I?" Harry thought to himself. Harry, who was half frightened, half curious, got up and started to wander around in the corridor slowly and cautiously. He placed his hands upon the dew-coated walls to feel his way through, so he wouldn't fall or bump into anything. "Blimey!" Harry yelled as he just walked face first into a fat pole.
A cold breeze blew just past him; the kind of breeze that leaves a shiver running down your spine. A ghostly breeze. He heard soft whispers and murmurs somewhere between breaths of stiffling, cold winds.
Out of nocturnal darkness and complete silence and stillness, came a cold, raspy voice calling out his name. Harry recognized that voice. It was the voice of pure evil and hatred. It was Lord Voldemort. Harry's worst enemy, the enemy he's been trying to defeat since he learned that he murdered Harry's parents when he was only a baby.
"What do you want, where are you?" said Harry in a rather shaky tone, with a bit of angriness.
"Look, look for me. But look fast, or someone you love so dearly will suffer and die by my hands." said Voldemort in a poisonous, snakelike voice.
In the blink of an eye, Harry found himself face to face with the Dark Lord in the same corridor he'd found himself in the beginning of his dream. The Only difference was the light. The flame that emitted from that small candle on the other side grew bigger and bigger and then turned the color green.
All of the old, dusty torches around them suddenly lit with green flames, too.
Voldemort was clutching Hermione by the neck, his wand pointing at her "Hermione!" Harry yelled. Rage and anger suddenly burst inside Harry.
"Harry! Harry, please help me!" Hermione yelled as she struggled to break free from Voldemort's grip. Suddenly, green light jot out of Voldemort's wand shooting at Hermione.
"NOOOOO!'' Harry yelled..... ***~~~
"It was only a nightmare," he thought. But it seemed so real. Harry remembered what happened the previous year at Hogwarrts. He had the same type of dream that felt as if it were actually happening, and because he followed his instincts, he was able to save Mr. Weasley from dying from that horrible snake bite. He had taken that dream very seriously, and it's a good thing he did.
Now Voldemort had Hermione. He couldn't bear to let his dream come true. He needed to see Hermione. Now.
He remembered that she told him she was going to be in Diagon Alley two weeks before school starts. If Harry remembered correctly, school starts on the fifth of September. It was now August 28th.
Harry decided to go to Diagon Alley to tell Hermione about his dream and what he thinks about it. But how was he going to get there? He didn't stand a chance against the Dursleys. "The invisibility cloak," Harry whispered to himself.
Harry took his favorite broom, the Firebolt (which he had recieved as a gift from his beloved godfather, Sirius) from his closet. He opened his trunk and grabbed his cloak. Harry opened his window, climbed on his broom, and threw the invisibility cloak over him. He soared out of his room, into the midnight blue sky....