Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the character's within. So
please, do not sue.
A/N: This is my first Harry Potter Fan-Fiction and as you can probably tell, I cannot write for anything. Heh. I haven't updated much of my other stories because I am having hard time finding them. Oh well. Enjoy my little Fiction.
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He raced blindly through the dark corridors, eyes unfocused to a destination unknown. He arrived, it was hard to look at it again. The Dais. like it was that night. whispers emanating from a place unknown. once or twice he thought he heard the familiar voice of his one true family. But before he could make it out, He awoke.
Cursing Harry righted himself in bed. It had been 4 whole months since Sirius's death, and he still had the same dream, of Sirius returning from the Dais. But he knew it was damn near impossible for it to be true. This time he hadn't made it very far, the same place he had stopped before, standing before the great arch that took away his only family. Well besides the Dursley's. But he didn't care too much about them, being once again he was stuck in the house he had grown up in, waiting for the intriguing 6th year.
He hadn't heard much from Hermoine or Ron, but that was to be expected. They probably were to busy having more fun, while he Harry, sat on his bed and sulked for days. He was a lot skinnier, perhaps it was due to the lack of eating he had to endure. But whatever the occasion he felt terrible, sick as it were. Closing his eyes, Harry attempted to sleep. At least in his dreams he could be someplace else and wouldn't feel so cruddy.
Once again, he ran blindly, his eyes now more focused on the treasure ahead. He reached out and grabbed a Veil in almost an instant he was thrown back. A sharp pain emanating from the back of his head. He saw, just before he went black, the tall figure of a bushy hared man rise from the veil standing before him.
Harry woke again, breathing fast and found that he had fell off his bed. Why was he having this dream? He knew it had nothing to do with Voldemort. But was Sirius trying to tell him that he was not dead? That he was to arrive any time. But before any conclusive thoughts could be registered he was startled by the loud BAM at his bedroom window. Looking over he saw the familiar shape of Hedwig, Harry had never been happier to see her, he really needed somebody to talk with. Throwing open the window Harry allowed Hedwig passage into his room.
"Hedwig, old girl how are you?" Harry said in a slight purr of a voice. He noticed that she was holding her foot out to him, wrapped around it was a letter. Opening it he read carefully.
Dear Harry,
I have been keeping up with what you have been dreaming, and I am asking more in concern that you do not listen to them. I am not trying to say it is wrong, but it is not wise to sneak in to the Unspeakable's office again. Please take this message as a warning.
Reamus Lupin -
To Harry's surprise it seemed the Order had already knew about his dreams, but if there was a chance to save Sirius why wouldn't they be more happy? Why wouldn't they try and help him? Harry slowly packed up his books and patted Hedwig on the head. He was starting to get a rather annoying headache, and he didn't want to think to much about his problem. He knew that in a few days, it would be time for another adventure at Hogwarts.
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A/: It stunk didn't it? Oh well. I actually dreamed this entire thing up. I'll update if you guys review.. there's no sense making more chapters if you guys hate it. hehe
A/N: This is my first Harry Potter Fan-Fiction and as you can probably tell, I cannot write for anything. Heh. I haven't updated much of my other stories because I am having hard time finding them. Oh well. Enjoy my little Fiction.
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He raced blindly through the dark corridors, eyes unfocused to a destination unknown. He arrived, it was hard to look at it again. The Dais. like it was that night. whispers emanating from a place unknown. once or twice he thought he heard the familiar voice of his one true family. But before he could make it out, He awoke.
Cursing Harry righted himself in bed. It had been 4 whole months since Sirius's death, and he still had the same dream, of Sirius returning from the Dais. But he knew it was damn near impossible for it to be true. This time he hadn't made it very far, the same place he had stopped before, standing before the great arch that took away his only family. Well besides the Dursley's. But he didn't care too much about them, being once again he was stuck in the house he had grown up in, waiting for the intriguing 6th year.
He hadn't heard much from Hermoine or Ron, but that was to be expected. They probably were to busy having more fun, while he Harry, sat on his bed and sulked for days. He was a lot skinnier, perhaps it was due to the lack of eating he had to endure. But whatever the occasion he felt terrible, sick as it were. Closing his eyes, Harry attempted to sleep. At least in his dreams he could be someplace else and wouldn't feel so cruddy.
Once again, he ran blindly, his eyes now more focused on the treasure ahead. He reached out and grabbed a Veil in almost an instant he was thrown back. A sharp pain emanating from the back of his head. He saw, just before he went black, the tall figure of a bushy hared man rise from the veil standing before him.
Harry woke again, breathing fast and found that he had fell off his bed. Why was he having this dream? He knew it had nothing to do with Voldemort. But was Sirius trying to tell him that he was not dead? That he was to arrive any time. But before any conclusive thoughts could be registered he was startled by the loud BAM at his bedroom window. Looking over he saw the familiar shape of Hedwig, Harry had never been happier to see her, he really needed somebody to talk with. Throwing open the window Harry allowed Hedwig passage into his room.
"Hedwig, old girl how are you?" Harry said in a slight purr of a voice. He noticed that she was holding her foot out to him, wrapped around it was a letter. Opening it he read carefully.
Dear Harry,
I have been keeping up with what you have been dreaming, and I am asking more in concern that you do not listen to them. I am not trying to say it is wrong, but it is not wise to sneak in to the Unspeakable's office again. Please take this message as a warning.
Reamus Lupin -
To Harry's surprise it seemed the Order had already knew about his dreams, but if there was a chance to save Sirius why wouldn't they be more happy? Why wouldn't they try and help him? Harry slowly packed up his books and patted Hedwig on the head. He was starting to get a rather annoying headache, and he didn't want to think to much about his problem. He knew that in a few days, it would be time for another adventure at Hogwarts.
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A/: It stunk didn't it? Oh well. I actually dreamed this entire thing up. I'll update if you guys review.. there's no sense making more chapters if you guys hate it. hehe