He was sleeping peacefully in Dursleys' home. After he had known that Sirius Black was his father's friend and his godfather too, Harry was living his happiest holidays. He was happy more than ever in his life because he got someone who would care for him.
Harry abruptly woke up. He heard a sound of breaking of glass. Harry woke up, but he didn't want to get up and see what the hell was going on? He closed his eyes again , trying to sleep, but then the same sound came again like someone broke the glass again. Harry was still lying. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling. He was frustrated. Someone was doing that on purpose.
Then again, it happened. Harry had to get up then. He looked for his glasses, put them on. He stood up and looked outside the window as the sound seemed to be coming from the window. Look through the window was unclear. So he opened it. A figure almost as tall as Harry was standing there.
"Harry, come here. I want to show you something. It is urgent." Harry heard this voice coming from the street. It didn't take him long to recognise the voice.
Harry questioned, "Ron?"
The street guy answered, "yes. Hurry, Harry."
Harry was still confused. Why was he standing there alone at that time? How did he come there? Why was he in a hurry? Harry still stood there staring at that guy.
"Hey. Why aren't you coming down?" The street guy called again.
Harry decided to go down there to clear out things. He opened the door quietly and then closed it. He didn't want to wake up his Uncle and Aunt. He slyly made his passage out of his home. It was a clearer view then. He was sure that boy standing in front of him was his best friend. Harry wanted to ask so many questions. As he was going to speak, Ron started running away from him.
His brain couldn't process a single that'd been going down there. He was hearing Ron's voice again and again saying 'follow me, Harry'. Harry had no option left. He ran after him. It was a long street to go. Harry kept on shouting, but Ron never stopped. Ron took a turn after the end of the street. When Harry reached there, he took a turn and saw the whole street empty. Ron wasn't there.
Harry shouted, "Ron...Ron...Where are you?"
No response came . Harry stood there for a minute motionless looking here and there. He couldn't find him. He took some steps forward, but still Ron was nowhere to be found. Helplessly, he proceeded towards his home. When he was just a few steps away from his home, harry looked up and saw that he hadn't switched off the lights of his room. Suddenly, his left leg felt a horrible blow like he had been hit by a boulder. He fell off and his glasses too, but away from him. Harry picked up his glasses and saw that they shined intermittently with a blue and green light for some seconds. He tried to stand up, but he couldn't. His leg was not supporting him. Ultimately he did it, but still he was not able to stand properly.
After putting up his glasses on, he couldn't see anything. Everything was black in front of his eyes. He pulled the glasses off. Again, everything was blurred. He put on his glasses again. His view was clear after that. He looked back to see what had hit him, but he saw nothing on the street.
Harry thought that maybe he was living in this weird dream and he just wanted to wake up from that. Putting up all his efforts, he completed his ultimate objective and reached up to his room. He pulled the door open, stepped inside and closed it. Sleep was the only thing that he wanted at that time, even more than the quidditch cup. When he looked up to his bed. He saw a big paper lying on the bed sheet. Actually, it was a poster. He got a strange feeling of familiarity with that poster. He went in front of it to get a better look at it. He remembered everything now. Poster showed a heading , "HAVE YOU SEEN THIS WIZARD?". He looked below that heading and there was nothing in there. In the place where there had to be a photo of a wizard was a blank space.