Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Unfortunately. I do own Ellie, though. And in my opinion, she's awesome. So there. Nah. Oh, and sorry for forgetting the disclaimer in the previous chapter, but as it happens I didn't own Harry Potter in that chapter either. *sad face* Do you think if I turn Ellie's puppy eyes on JKR she'll sell him to me?
Author's Note: Whatever. Honestly this is a spur of the moment oh-hey-my-muse-is-here story. Make of it what you will.
The same nightmare, again, always. A flash of green devouring sight, breaking, destroying, engulfing. Tight arms circling his tiny, chubby frame as fathomless black eyes glared protectively at his aggressor. No way out, they seemed to conclude as his protector glanced around quickly before refocusing on the pale, indistinct, frightening figure. Only one word, "Never," was uttered, and then an irate cry demanded that his world end in a flash. A slow fall, a crash, and the body embracing him was still. Terror, as two slit-like nostrils stared down at him, crimson eyes reflecting green as he repeated the fateful two words. A scream and the baby's lids slid open once again. The small puff of stark black ash made his eyes sting. He sneezed and waved his arms, trying to make the suffocating hug loosen. They didn't move. Uncle Sev was dead. He woke with a scream.
Joining his hands together as if in prayer, he renewed his vow to make his guardian angel proud and avenge his death once and for all. "Voldemort is not gone. He is merely biding his time somewhere out there, dear boy," the Headmaster had told him three years ago on his eighth birthday. His mum hadn't wanted him to know, but he was glad he did. It only served to reinforce his resolve to learn as much as he possibly could. Harry fell back asleep with his oath still resonating calmly and reassuringly though his head.