Disclaimer: I do not own any of JK's wonderful characters. Tear.
So here's the deal, I need to know weather I should keep writting this story, so please review and tell me if I should. If not than I guess I'll delete this story.
The night was dark…and cold. A lone carriage creaked its way down a dirt path pulled by two regal white horses. In his bed at Hogwarts Harry stirred. The forest surrounding the carriage was dense and the only light that shown was that of the moon, which was not much considering the clouds that loomed overhead. The carriage continued on its steady way, sometimes hitting a rock or pebble and bouncing up and down…till suddenly it stopped.
A breeze began, soft at first, then hard. The door of the carriage caught in the wind and swung back slamming up against the side of the carriage, scrapping its paint. Inside something stirred. Overhead the clouds shifted allowing the moon's dim light to shine down. Something in the carriage caught in the dim light. It was…feet. A tiny pair of satin slippers atop a pair of feet, the hem of a royal blue dress rested softly on top of them.
Harry gazed at them in wonder. Suddenly his body was wrench forward and as if he was smoke the breeze carried him into the carriage. He strained his eyes to see who the feet belonged to. He saw a face, but not clearly. The eyes of the woman remained firmly shut as if she were sleeping or worse… dead.
A strange and eerie feeling filled inside of Harry as he gazed upon the shadowed face. It remained still like a statue. Harry wondered if he should reach out to the girl. His hand rose before him, but he did not remember willing it to move. His fingertips stretched out towards her face and lightly brushed her cheek, she was cold…like stone. Unannounced the girls eyes whipped open and bore into Harry's. He snapped his hand back and tried to look away from the crystal blue eyes, but could not. Inside of his head the girl whispered on single word… 'Harry'.
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Harry shot up in bed. His breath was heavy and his body was drenched in sweat. He looked over to the bed besides him, Ron's lump heaved up and down in the steady rhythm of sleep. He put his hand up to his clammy forehead. He could not get those eyes out of his head. He shivered, but not because it was cold. Harry sighed, it was his first night back at Hogwarts and already he was having strange dreams. He flung himself back onto the bed and pulled the covers up under his chin. 'This is going to be one hell of a year' he thought to himself before slowly drifting into sleep's vast darkness.