Hey guys, I'm back! Thank you to those who have already followed, y'all seem to have a lot of faith in me haha! Here's a short little one, it'll lead to something big next chapter! Enjoy!
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ABOUT 6 YEARS LATER
Somewhere inside his small cupboard, 7-year-old Harry Potter woke with a start. This was not unusual, as he woke often to Aunt Petunia's harsh banging on the door. There were, however, three unusual facts about this particular day: One, Harry Potter was now actually seven; two, it was several hours until Aunt Petunia would wake him; and three, he had the dream again.
There was a recurring dream that seemed like memory, but how could four joyfully leaping animals change midair into the four faces he always dreamed about? He had deduced that one was his father (by the hair and glasses), and that meant the beautiful lady with the red hair and his eyes was his mum.
He had asked Aunt Petunia about his mum and dad, once. She had accidentally dropped several glass bowls that promptly shattered and looked very annoyed. She had told him it was a car crash that killed them and to forget about them. He had noticed that she looked sad, but then Uncle Vernon walked in and she looked angry, telling him to clean up the mess immediately.
Today, Harry decided, he would go for a walk. Because it was his birthday, Aunt Petunia didn't make him cook, but that didn't mean he got anything special, either. Harry dressed quietly, slipped out the cupboard door and unlocked the front door. He hesitated for just one moment; should he leave a note? No, he decided, and he went.
It was still dark when he reached the park. He could see the first hints of light, and as he walked over to the swing set, he saw something else. It looked like a giant shadow, and it was moving. As he cautiously moved forward, he slowed his steps some, and peered at the. . . dog?
It was, in fact, an enormous dog, and - wait a second… Harry recognized that dog! That dog, it was in his dreams, and that meant that the dog was also a man! Unless Harry was crazy. That would be magic! But Aunt Tuney said magic didn't exist!
If he was right, then the dog shouldn't hurt him. Harry was going to take his chances. What if the doggie needed his help and he abandoned it? He quietly walked closer. It appeared to be sleeping, but when he reached out to pet it, the dog's eyes popped open. It grinned a little doggie grin and licked his whole face.
Harry giggled and pet him some more.
"You remind me of somebody, dog. I think it started with an S? Or maybe… wait. Padfoot? Yes, that was it. I think I'll call you that!" The dog leaped up and wagged its tail. "I guess you like it!" Harry got up from his kneeling position and Padfoot playfully leaped at him. Harry laughed outright this time and ran away, letting the dog chase him for a bit before he collapsed on the ground with the enormous dog next to him.
"I have to go home now," Harry started, but when they dog used its puppy eyes, Harry cooed and pet him on the head. "I don't know if Aunt Tuney will let you stay, but you can come back with me!" Looking appeased, the dog climbed up and followed Harry out of the park.
"Aunt Tuney, look what I found at the park!"