Authors Note: Hi! I love you for clicking on this story, believe me you'll love it. I wrote this when I realized the fanfic "classics" weren't really so good. I want this story to be a fanfiction staple, to put it bluntly, but only you guys can help me. Tell your friends, tell anyone! I just want this to be known as a real fanfic classic. Thanks all!
PS-Yeah, as you can tell from the chapter titles I LOVE THE WHO!
Harry stirred restlessly. There was a flash of green light...a high voice...the high voice. It was taking Cedric away! He grasped for Cedric's foot, his arm, anything, but all he felt was blood, flesh, and bone. He hit something blindly...Cedric! He was asking for help. Harry tried to pull him away but everytime Harry touched him he would scream, until suddenly he stopped screaming and he lay limp, spread eagled on the ground. And now the high voice was touching Harry's face, laughing as it ran it's cold, sharp fingernail, across Harry's cheek, making him bleed, the blood making the high voice louder, and higher and stronger.
Harry woke up in a sweat. He grappled for the light next to his bed and switched it on, put on his glasses, and caught his breath. He'd been having that nightmare for weeks now, ever since he got home from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Summer's usually weren't fun for Harry anyway (because of the Dursleys, his hideous aunt, uncle, and cousin, Dudley) but this summer just might have been the worst. All he could think about was Cedric and Voldemort, who had returned to power, and how different his world would be.
He tried to imagine what it would be like if he tried to confide his fears with the Dursleys. Yes, he could see it now, telling Aunt Petunia how he felt he'd caused Cedric's death, telling Dudley he had nightmares, crying to Uncle Vernon about how scared he was about Voldemorts return.
But Harry knew if he tried to say anything about Hogwarts he'd be locked in his room faster than you could say "Quidditch." Even the threat of his godfather, Sirius, wouldn't stop the Dursleys.
Harry looked at the clock beside his bed. It was three in the morning. He had been
fifteen for three hours. Somehow, Harry didn't care. He closed his eyes and rested a bit. Feeling more calm, he took off his glasses, yawned, and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep...
At breakfast the next morning, Harry was very subdued. He was wondering if he should send an owl to Sirius, his godfather, but decided against it. It was just a nightmare, and anyway, Sirius had a lot on his hands. After all, not only was he an innocent convict, but he was now fighting the most powerful and evil wizard in a century.
That left his two best friends, Ron and Hermione. Harry had to admit, Hermione might be the cleverest witch in their year, but neither she nor Ron could help him much.
"Damnit!" screamed Dudley. He knocked his seventh helping of bacon to the ground.
"Mum the Incredible Hulk was cancelled! Mum! MUM!" shouted Dudley.
Harry tried to keep from snickering. Dudley'd been watching The Incredible Hulk since he was old enough to work the remote control.
"Yes, sweetums?" Aunt Petunia entered the room, her horse-like face, framed by pink curlers. She was wearing a turquoise bathrobe.
"They cancelled my show!" screamed Dudley going red in the face. "THEY CANCELLED MY SHOW! I'LL NEVER SEE IT AGAIN! FIX IT MUM!" cried Dudley.
Petunia was so wrapped up in Dudley's pitiful woes that she didn't even notice Harry was snorting into his toast.
"And--and--and--," cried Dudley. "They're replacing it with an educational show!"
"No!" cried Petunia.
"Yesssss...," moaned Dudley. Tears were streaming down his face. Harry turned around so Aunt Petunia couldn't see him laughing.
"Vernon!" screeched Petunia, calling up the stairs. "Come down here right now!"
Uncle Vernon descended down the stairs, straightening a hideous, orange tie. "Yes Petunia?" he asked. "Make this quick now, have to be in the office early."
Vernon swelled importantly. Just last week he'd been promoted to vice president of Grunnings, his company. He reached for a piece of toast and began buttering it.
"I want you to write to the BBC3. They cancelled Duddy's show!" snapped Petunia.
"Supermeatloaf?" asked Uncle Vernon.
"No no that one," answered Petunia.
"Oh. Er--Flying Super Power Heroes?"
"No!"
"It's--it's--it's The Incredible Hulk!" moaned Dudley, his ruddy face bright red. He looked more like a pig than ever.
"My god, Dudders, that show was for children, you're old--,"
Uncle Vernon faltered. Dudley was glaring at him. Harry could swear steam was coming out of his ears.
"YOU WILL WRITE TO THE TV STATION RIGHT NOW!" yelled Dudley. "I WANT THE INCREDIBLE HULK! YOU MAKE THEM PUT IT BACK ON!"
PS-Yeah, as you can tell from the chapter titles I LOVE THE WHO!
Harry stirred restlessly. There was a flash of green light...a high voice...the high voice. It was taking Cedric away! He grasped for Cedric's foot, his arm, anything, but all he felt was blood, flesh, and bone. He hit something blindly...Cedric! He was asking for help. Harry tried to pull him away but everytime Harry touched him he would scream, until suddenly he stopped screaming and he lay limp, spread eagled on the ground. And now the high voice was touching Harry's face, laughing as it ran it's cold, sharp fingernail, across Harry's cheek, making him bleed, the blood making the high voice louder, and higher and stronger.
Harry woke up in a sweat. He grappled for the light next to his bed and switched it on, put on his glasses, and caught his breath. He'd been having that nightmare for weeks now, ever since he got home from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Summer's usually weren't fun for Harry anyway (because of the Dursleys, his hideous aunt, uncle, and cousin, Dudley) but this summer just might have been the worst. All he could think about was Cedric and Voldemort, who had returned to power, and how different his world would be.
He tried to imagine what it would be like if he tried to confide his fears with the Dursleys. Yes, he could see it now, telling Aunt Petunia how he felt he'd caused Cedric's death, telling Dudley he had nightmares, crying to Uncle Vernon about how scared he was about Voldemorts return.
But Harry knew if he tried to say anything about Hogwarts he'd be locked in his room faster than you could say "Quidditch." Even the threat of his godfather, Sirius, wouldn't stop the Dursleys.
Harry looked at the clock beside his bed. It was three in the morning. He had been
fifteen for three hours. Somehow, Harry didn't care. He closed his eyes and rested a bit. Feeling more calm, he took off his glasses, yawned, and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep...
At breakfast the next morning, Harry was very subdued. He was wondering if he should send an owl to Sirius, his godfather, but decided against it. It was just a nightmare, and anyway, Sirius had a lot on his hands. After all, not only was he an innocent convict, but he was now fighting the most powerful and evil wizard in a century.
That left his two best friends, Ron and Hermione. Harry had to admit, Hermione might be the cleverest witch in their year, but neither she nor Ron could help him much.
"Damnit!" screamed Dudley. He knocked his seventh helping of bacon to the ground.
"Mum the Incredible Hulk was cancelled! Mum! MUM!" shouted Dudley.
Harry tried to keep from snickering. Dudley'd been watching The Incredible Hulk since he was old enough to work the remote control.
"Yes, sweetums?" Aunt Petunia entered the room, her horse-like face, framed by pink curlers. She was wearing a turquoise bathrobe.
"They cancelled my show!" screamed Dudley going red in the face. "THEY CANCELLED MY SHOW! I'LL NEVER SEE IT AGAIN! FIX IT MUM!" cried Dudley.
Petunia was so wrapped up in Dudley's pitiful woes that she didn't even notice Harry was snorting into his toast.
"And--and--and--," cried Dudley. "They're replacing it with an educational show!"
"No!" cried Petunia.
"Yesssss...," moaned Dudley. Tears were streaming down his face. Harry turned around so Aunt Petunia couldn't see him laughing.
"Vernon!" screeched Petunia, calling up the stairs. "Come down here right now!"
Uncle Vernon descended down the stairs, straightening a hideous, orange tie. "Yes Petunia?" he asked. "Make this quick now, have to be in the office early."
Vernon swelled importantly. Just last week he'd been promoted to vice president of Grunnings, his company. He reached for a piece of toast and began buttering it.
"I want you to write to the BBC3. They cancelled Duddy's show!" snapped Petunia.
"Supermeatloaf?" asked Uncle Vernon.
"No no that one," answered Petunia.
"Oh. Er--Flying Super Power Heroes?"
"No!"
"It's--it's--it's The Incredible Hulk!" moaned Dudley, his ruddy face bright red. He looked more like a pig than ever.
"My god, Dudders, that show was for children, you're old--,"
Uncle Vernon faltered. Dudley was glaring at him. Harry could swear steam was coming out of his ears.
"YOU WILL WRITE TO THE TV STATION RIGHT NOW!" yelled Dudley. "I WANT THE INCREDIBLE HULK! YOU MAKE THEM PUT IT BACK ON!"