Chapter 1
Harry sat there on Hogwarts Express staring out of the ice-covered window. The rain outside was beating against the glass and Harry in boredom watched each hopeless raindrop slide down the window before meeting its end. The gentle rocking of the train and heat that penetrated through the carriage was slowly sending Harry to sleep.
Just as he found himself dozing off the CRASH of the compartment door opening brought him back to his senses. And slowly with a great effort Harry forced his lead-like eyes to open and they eventually came into contact with the dark figure that stood before him.
Harry just sat there frozen in fright, thoughts running through his head 'How can there be a dementor on the train? When I thought… I thought Dumbledore had banned them from going anywhere near Hogwarts.' Harry remained sitting there in confusion.
The dark figure as if reading Harry's thoughts started to move towards him, it's long ebony cloak sweeping behind it. At that very second a sharp pain surged through Harry's scar causing his whole head to burn and Harry realised the figure was not a dementor but… Lord Voldemort!
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As the hooded figure gained on Harry the pain in his scar doubled, then tripled… until it felt as if his scar was going to split his head in half. The figure held out its long arm beckoning Harry to come and as it reached out to touch him, Harry awoke with a jerk and found himself sitting up in bed in Privet Drive alone with nothing but darkness surrounding him, his scare still burning.
Harry sat there on Hogwarts Express staring out of the ice-covered window. The rain outside was beating against the glass and Harry in boredom watched each hopeless raindrop slide down the window before meeting its end. The gentle rocking of the train and heat that penetrated through the carriage was slowly sending Harry to sleep.
Just as he found himself dozing off the CRASH of the compartment door opening brought him back to his senses. And slowly with a great effort Harry forced his lead-like eyes to open and they eventually came into contact with the dark figure that stood before him.
Harry just sat there frozen in fright, thoughts running through his head 'How can there be a dementor on the train? When I thought… I thought Dumbledore had banned them from going anywhere near Hogwarts.' Harry remained sitting there in confusion.
The dark figure as if reading Harry's thoughts started to move towards him, it's long ebony cloak sweeping behind it. At that very second a sharp pain surged through Harry's scar causing his whole head to burn and Harry realised the figure was not a dementor but… Lord Voldemort!
*
As the hooded figure gained on Harry the pain in his scar doubled, then tripled… until it felt as if his scar was going to split his head in half. The figure held out its long arm beckoning Harry to come and as it reached out to touch him, Harry awoke with a jerk and found himself sitting up in bed in Privet Drive alone with nothing but darkness surrounding him, his scare still burning.