Dreams and dreams...
Chapter-1
A/N: Hi guys, this is my first fan fiction. I hope you like it. I'm planning this story for some 4-5 chapters. Please read and review.And yeah, i don't own or gain anything from this.It all belongs to that great writer, JK.
There really had to be something unusual about this boy sitting in his bedroom and staring at the blank dark wall with a parchment in his hand. His bedroom had the usual crap and dirt of any other usual teenager, but he was not the usual one. He was the unusual one, rather the "Chosen one". He had just returned two weeks back from Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. He had gone through a big ordeal in his life. He just lost one great person, the man who taught Harry the values of life and who had been more than just the Headmaster of his school.
But he has other things to worry now, like killing for instance. He has to kill the evil emperor, Lord Voldemort, to save the world from the evil and face of death. He is the only person who can do it, being the Chosen one. With Dumbledore gone, he has to defeat You-Know-Who all alone. There won't be his parents to save him this time, no Sirius to give his life, no Dumbledore to fight for him. He has to reign with his own power and talent.
He had a letter clutched in his hand which was from his girlfriend, Ginny Weasley. He had received her letter along with Ron's (it was sent with a tumbling pig...Phew!).Ron's dad, Mr.Weasley, was going to pick up Harry from Dursleys for the remaining of the summer. It was the Weasley's eldest son, Bill's wedding on July 30. It meant that this was the last day with Dursleys. He knew that he would never miss them anytime nor would they miss him.
He quickly got dressed for the breakfast, stuffing the letter in his half-packed trunk. The Dursleys were already sitting in the kitchen. Uncle Vernon was reading newspaper and sipping tea behind his bushy moustache. Aunt Petunia was busy making more bacon for Dudley. Dudley, no doubt, was stuffing egg scrambles and bacon in his mouth like there was no tomorrow. He took some bacon from the table silently not wanting to cause much er…disturbance. After quickly finishing his food, he looked up at the table. Aunt Petunia had joined them, sipping her tea.
'Uncle Vernon?', Harry asked slowly.
'Hmm..', he grunted to show that he is listening.
'My friend, Ron's dad is coming here today to pick me up, and I would be with them for the summer.'
All the three Dursleys woke up from their dreams and looked up. Harry looked uncertainly at them.
'Does that mean you won't be coming back to us again?', he asked , the hopefulness evident in his voice.
'Yes'
Uncle Vernon looked like Christmas had come early. Aunt Petunia just stared at Harry, her expression unreadable. Dudley was staring stupidly at his cousin.
"When did you say you are leaving?", asked Uncle Vernon.
"Today evening at 5 Mr.Weasley is coming."
"Isn't he the same person who came blowing my house 3 years back?"
"Er…yes."
"I don't want him blowing down my house again. You can meet him somewhere outside my house, not here", Uncle Vernon bellowed, spit flying everywhere.
"He would be apparating, appearing out of thin air", he added seeing their expression, "and then maybe we would be using a portkey back."
"Ok, ask him to come on time at least this time and I want you to pack all your stuff from this house. I don't want you to come back again to our house pretending to take some stuff."
"Yes Uncle Vernon", he said hastily.
They were talking as if Harry was desperate to live with them. In fact he was much happier than the Dursleys to leave the house.
He got up to pack his stuff as Uncle Vernon and Dudley prepared to go for the gym. It was another funny thing going on like a war. Dudley hated to do exercise, but was forced into working by his school nurse, and his parents. Still it didn't make much of a difference as Dudley still remained the same size after all diets and gym sessions.
He was picking up all his stuff from the floor and cupboard, when he heard a knock on his door and Aunt Petunia entered his bedroom for the first time, holding a parcel sort of thing.
He just stared at her not knowing what to say. It was very unusual for Aunt Petunia to be so quite without giving out some remarks about his dress or hair or something.
"I just wanted to give you this, you know", she said holding out the parcel.
Harry didn't know what to say, he just took the parcel from her. It was indeed very unusual of Aunt Petunia. Where was her snappish behavior, Harry thought?
"Go on, open it", she said pursing her lips. The parcel was a bit heavy though it seemed to be something soft. He ripped apart the cover and felt smooth flowing silk in his hand. He just sat there gaping at what was lying in his lap. He stared at her blankly.
He picked up the white dress from his lap to examine what it was. It suddenly struck him. It was not any usual lady's party dress. It was the….
"Wedding dress. It is your mother, Lily's wedding dress", said Aunt Petunia from behind.
But Harry was not listening. He already had too many questions to ask. What was his mum's wedding dress doing in the Dursleys house-hold. Why did his Aunt give him the dress at all? Why was she being so un-petuniaish like?
"How come it is with you?", Harry asked after a long time.
"Apparently Lily gave it to my mum before she went into hiding and my mum gave it to me before she died. I thought it should be yours since it is your mum's."
Harry just stared at the beautiful dress. It was really beautiful. It was made completely of silk and was pure white in color. He remembered seeing his mum wearing this dress in her wedding album.
"But what am I going to do with this dress? Surely I can't wear it?", he added uncertainly.
"Don't be stupid. It is not for you. May be your future wife can wear it for your wedding", Aunt Petunia snapped.
Harry wondered how Ginny would look wearing this. It would just make her more gorgeous. Remembering that Aunt Petunia was still in the room, he came back out of his dreams.
"Thank you, Aunt Petunia", Harry said, for the first time truly thankful in his life.
Aunt Petunia just gave a grim look and hurried out of the room as Hedwig, his white owl, gave a loud hoot.
Harry absent-mindedly scratched the dress and then carefully folded it and kept it in his trunk. He still couldn't believe Aunt Petunia had had his mum's belonging for so long.
At around 4:30 he pushed his trunk down the hall to the living room. All the three Dursleys were sitting close to each other in the sofa watching T.V.Dudley kept staring at him often. Harry thought may be Dudley would be missing his punch-bag once Harry has gone.
At 5 minutes to 5, there was a knock on the door. Uncle Vernon quickly got up to attend the door, his eyes still on Harry. He came back purple in the face with a tall, lean man.
"Harry, how are you", exclaimed Mr.Weasley, extending his hands towards Harry.
