Hello, people ! Here I come with this small OS that just popped up inside my head and I had to write it. I liked writing it so I'd love to know what you think of it.
"Haaarryyy … Come to meee …" It was a bare whisper that woke him that night. He opened the curtains to take a look at his dorm mates, wondering who would dare waking him in the middle of the night. He was not as full of himself as Malfoy was but his sleep had become one of the things he cherished the most. Looking around he noticed that the all of them were sleeping. Strange, he thought, last time I heard voices it was in second year with the Basilisk wandering freely in the corridors. But it can't be, I killed it besides it didn't call my name. Realising it might have been his imagination, he went back to sleep with a last glance at his surroundings.
"Harry … Haaarryyy … Coooome …"
"No ! Not again !
-Harry what's happening ?" Seamus was looking at him with a sleepy look, that's when he realised he had shouted, waking up his dorm mates. Around him, Ron was looking concerned and mouthed "you-know-who ?" , Neville and Dean were as sleepy looking as Seamus but both of them were bemused at the fact they had been woken up in the middle of the night for nothing, as their nearly unconscious brains didn't registered a hint of fear in Harry's eyes.
"It's nothing, just a mere nightmare. No" was the answer he mouthed back at Ron. "Go back to sleep. All of you." He added for Ron, knowing he would worry too much. He knew he would be questioned anyway but first he wanted to sleep. He closed the curtains and cast a silencing charm around him. Just in case, he told himself and went back to sleep. Or tried would be a more appropriate word, for the voice made itself know again.
"Harry … Come to me." It was a bit louder now and he was able to be sure that it was true enough not the voice of one of his dorm mates as he first believed. It was far worst. The voice was colder than anything else and its pitch a bit higher than the average. It reminded him of someone but he didn't manage to seize who for his brain seemed to have frozen. What the hell ? And then the voice once again.
"Harry." Following the example of his brain, his body froze too. He had managed to identify the owner of the voice. It could not be what he thought it was, now could it ?
"Come to me Harry." He was now panicked. That voice was calling for him, giving him the order to go to its owner. But he couldn't go, that person was supposed to be far from the castle, very far from it, so how come he was hearing him ? Perhaps I finally have become insane, was the only hypothesis that crossed his mind and it was also so convenient for him, yes that's it, I have become as mad as the Prophet depicted me last year. They'll be happy once they'll know they were right !
"Harry !" Yes insanity was an enjoyable belief. He was plainly insane and his insanity consisted of hearing that voice. It could be worse, I'm glad that's only hearing voice, although if the choice had been given to me I would have preferred anything else than his voice. He was pretty fine with the thought of his being insane but what he would soon realise was that it was not true : he was saner than ever and fully awake.
"Harry, look at me." He wouldn't know better he would say that the voice was closer, almost as if behind him but he did know better and it wasn't the case. He was safe behind the wards of Hogwarts, in the Gryffindor tower, and more precisely in the hot safety of his sheets in his sixth year dorms. There was absolutely nothing to be afraid of. He would turn and look behind him just to reassure the paranoid side of him. Be serious Harry, it can't be, you are being irrational, he frowned himself, just look, there's nothing here, just your pillow and no Dar…
"Harry." No, Harry Potter was not insane. He was unfortunately witnessing once more the great power of the darkest wizard of the century. Right behind him was standing Lord Voldemort in all his horrific glory, red eyes gleaming grimly in the darkness, wand aimed at him and an awful smile on his lipless mouth. The Dark Lord was menacing him in his own room in Hogwarts, how was it possible ? Where a few seconds before had been Harry's pillow was now standing the Dark Lord, on his bed, less than a meter away from him and wand sadistically pointed in his direction. Harry swallowed his saliva nervously. He was going to die.
Hope you liked it. Come on don't be shy, leave a review to say what's good or wrong with my story. Note that I'm also considering a sequel but I am not sure.