Chapter 2
Harry sat there in bed replaying the dream over again and again in his mind, wondering what it all meant. Just hoping it wasn't a prediction for the future because he definitely didn't want to come face to face with Voldemort again. His scar was still burning fiercely and his first reaction was to write and tell Sirius of his dream but on second thoughts he decided not to as he didn't want to worry him again. After all that was exactly what he had done last year and nothing had come of it in the end.
He knew he was safe as long as he stayed with the Dursley's anyway and that Voldemort couldn't touch him there. The only decision he could come to was to write to best friends Hermione and Ron to tell them about the dream but he might just leave out the tiny detail that he was getting pains in his scar so that not to worry them.
After coming to this conclusion Harry leapt out of bed landing on his toes so that not to wake the rest of the house up. If he was caught creeping around at night he would definitely get more than he bargained for and possibly have to spend the remainder of the summer holiday locked in the same dusty cupboard under the stairs. He reached the point at which he aimed successfully right next to a loose floorboard and carefully bent down to empty it's contents.
He removed his quill and two pieces of parchment and scurried back over to his bed to write the intended letters. He sat under the covers feeling the warmth surrounding his ice cold feet and work its way round the rest of his body. Feeling a lot better than he had done ten minutes ago he started to write the letters in the light of the moon that came through his window and painted shadows across the wall.
As Harry wrote the letters he could see the shadows dancing across the wall from the corner of his eye and thinking they just came from the trees outside thought nothing more of them. Of course in some respects Harry was right but one particular shadow did not come from a tree at all. No, little did he know that there was a figure outside thinking of him and when if now was the right time to make himself present. The figure was walking up and down the street in a most agitated manner confused in thoughts.
A sudden crash at the window made Harry jump and disturbed his writing and as he turned around he was relieved to see it was only Hedwig back from her nightly flight. Harry was glad to see her as she was the only company worth keeping in the house and she was the only one who showed him any affection. He knew she would be glad to have the errand of sending Hermione and Ron their letters. After letting her in and feeding her when she had fully recuperated Harry watched her fly off again into the starry sky and disappear across the horizon.
Harry sat there in bed replaying the dream over again and again in his mind, wondering what it all meant. Just hoping it wasn't a prediction for the future because he definitely didn't want to come face to face with Voldemort again. His scar was still burning fiercely and his first reaction was to write and tell Sirius of his dream but on second thoughts he decided not to as he didn't want to worry him again. After all that was exactly what he had done last year and nothing had come of it in the end.
He knew he was safe as long as he stayed with the Dursley's anyway and that Voldemort couldn't touch him there. The only decision he could come to was to write to best friends Hermione and Ron to tell them about the dream but he might just leave out the tiny detail that he was getting pains in his scar so that not to worry them.
After coming to this conclusion Harry leapt out of bed landing on his toes so that not to wake the rest of the house up. If he was caught creeping around at night he would definitely get more than he bargained for and possibly have to spend the remainder of the summer holiday locked in the same dusty cupboard under the stairs. He reached the point at which he aimed successfully right next to a loose floorboard and carefully bent down to empty it's contents.
He removed his quill and two pieces of parchment and scurried back over to his bed to write the intended letters. He sat under the covers feeling the warmth surrounding his ice cold feet and work its way round the rest of his body. Feeling a lot better than he had done ten minutes ago he started to write the letters in the light of the moon that came through his window and painted shadows across the wall.
As Harry wrote the letters he could see the shadows dancing across the wall from the corner of his eye and thinking they just came from the trees outside thought nothing more of them. Of course in some respects Harry was right but one particular shadow did not come from a tree at all. No, little did he know that there was a figure outside thinking of him and when if now was the right time to make himself present. The figure was walking up and down the street in a most agitated manner confused in thoughts.
A sudden crash at the window made Harry jump and disturbed his writing and as he turned around he was relieved to see it was only Hedwig back from her nightly flight. Harry was glad to see her as she was the only company worth keeping in the house and she was the only one who showed him any affection. He knew she would be glad to have the errand of sending Hermione and Ron their letters. After letting her in and feeding her when she had fully recuperated Harry watched her fly off again into the starry sky and disappear across the horizon.