Disclaimer: I don't own anything of the Harry Potter sequel. Those were all J.K Rowlings' Ideas. This story is purely fan made and the quotations of the real Harry Potter Order of Phoenix are present just to give sequence and logic to the story! The only thing mine is Amy, my invented character. Hope you all like it.
Thank you so much Crazzie-bunnies24 for being my first review... Hope this chapter is as good as the first, and doesn't down turn your review.
Next chapter may take some time, I don't know what else to write at the moment, but stay tuned...and don't forget, patience. :p
What would you do if you were taken into the fifth Harry Potter book - Order of the Phoenix? What if your task was to put Harrys' destiny on track? Knowing the story by heart, follow Amy in her adventure inside the book and her constant decisions on whether things should go as planned.
Chapter 1 - Vision
The wind brushed Amys' face. It was cool and refreshing as it tickled her skin, and the smell it bought of dampness and nature was comforting.
How strange. I don't remember opening the window.
Her surroundings began to focus in her unconsciousness, her senses seeming to sharpen. She heard the low rustling of a cricket nearby, and also noticed that she was lying on something soft yet rough. Amy stretched her arm around her, looking for her bedside lamp, but her hand touched something prickly. She opened her eyes.
The sky was a raising dark, showing only the brightness of the stars eager to shine, even as the sun was still fading. Blinking her eyes, Amy tried to focus on the battle of colors that scarred the sky. Feeling something against her hand, she turned her head to investigate what had awoken her. A bush, no, a low bush wall that followed the borders of a field of tamed grass.
She sat up, rubbing her head, and looked mystified around her
What…? Where am I?
Amy didn't recognize anything. Wherever she was, she'd never been there before.
What happened? How did I get here? An idea crept through her mind and the girl breathed against her palm. I don't smell drunk… She stood up to test her coordination just in case. No dizziness or stumbling…
A flicker of light caught the corner of her eye. Turning around, Amy peered over the hedge. Another identical field ran parallel to hers, an empty concrete road separating them like a river cutting through the ground. The boring light of the street lamps had been turned on. To the north towered the faint shadows of residential buildings.
That must be a town. At least I'm not in the middle of nowhere. "How did I get here?" Was I kidnapped?
She looked around her, scared by the sudden thought. If interested in me, why leave me behind…and near a street clearly heading towards town? Maybe… She flexed her hands as she glared into nothingness. I don't feel different. Sleepwalk?
"Right." Amy reached into the pocket of her jeans and withdrew 2 dollars and a couple of coins. Phone booth…town…north.
The girl stepped over the bush and onto the sidewalk, heading towards the shadows.
She walked for some time, half an hour at the most, but alone in the darkness, it seemed like an eternity. The sky was darkening and the shadows of the buildings were growing dimmer and harder to see, appearing to be more like a candle flame in the distance. The wind was tightening as well as it danced in all directions, more feverishly as it kept with the rhythm of the growing night. Amy crossed her arms across her chest to keep warm, since her thin, long-sleeved shirt provided close to little heat.
A rumbling sound broke the silence. Stopping in her tracks, she turned to see two stars speeding towards her. As she looked closer, the stars that inched closer turned into intense headlights of a car, its' engine trembling the ground beneath her feet. It came closer and closer, the lights coming together in one bright white blur…
"White light…Blinding…"
It was all so sudden, as flashes of the rainy night exploded in her mind. The bagging against the window, the big crimson eyes, the flicker of lights…
"Owl..." She gasped raising her hands to her face to keep the slides of images from disappearing from her head.
…melting upon the book, the door jammed, the blue glow on the…
"Book…"
Amy fell to her knees, moving her hands to clasp her chest as her heart heaved desperately from her chest.
What does this mean? What happened to me?
She shivered, no longer because of the cold, but in fear. Amy closed herself in her mind, trying to grip her sanity as she felt it slipping away.
I was drugged…I had to be…some sort of illusion chemical…who would do that? I'm not going crazy…I'm not going crazy! This is a dream…It's all just a weird real dream. Wake up, wake up! Just open your eyes…and wake up, damn it!
Her hair whipped against her face as a wave of wind crushed against her. The engine was deafening as the car passed near. She imagined being back in her room, with the window open, lying on her bed; a car had just passed by on the street below and her parents were still downstairs, watching some mystery/crime series. It felt real, as strongly as she wished it. Amy glanced around her again. It was still dark, but she wasn't at home, in her room. The grassy plains still surrounded her and the concrete street still lay ahead. Amy turned her gaze to follow the car. It sped down the road, almost out of sight.
I need help…I need to find help. Somebody…anybody!
"Hey wait! Wait! Stop!" she screamed, darting after the car. Its' headlights illuminated a sign that had been hidden by the darkness, then disappeared completely, engulfed by the night, the remaining of its existence only two red lights slowly fading in the distance. At this, she remembered the owl and the big round crimson eyes and another wave of terror clutched her tightly.
"Please! Wait!" she bellowed
Amy was completely alone once more. She stopped in her tracks, unable to move further. Fear gripped her tight and panic now controlled her every movement, her breathing hyperventilating. She was lost, alone, in the dark, as if trapped in between some surreal world were her she was there and yet, wasn't. Amy remembered the shadows of the town…
Pull yourself together…You need to think…think…Just head north, always north. You'll reach the town then you can ask where you are, and see if anything makes sense…figure out was the hell is going on. Ok, that sounds like a plan. Baby steps, just remember the plan —
She walked forward, more determined. After some time, she spotted a sign, the one the car had shown after it disappeared. Over it, the lamp post was flickering on and off, the sound of static striking the silence. Amy felt a tinge of hope. At least she wasn't lost for much longer. She ran to the sign, a low, smooth, rocky plank dug into the dirt. The borders were carved outwards like a frame, and nailed in the center was shinny golden letters that spelled the name of the area ahead. In the dark it was hard to see, and she strangled to read it at once when the light flickered on.
"Little Whinging" she said as the lamp flickered back off.
Amy though for one brief moment, then smiled and sat on the floor. The owl had been standing on the Harry Potter book…and strangely she was in Little Whinging, having this pathetic panic frenzy. She giggled. Of course, she was in Harrys' world, just like she had been before, every night when she fell asleep. She knew it and yet she panicked. How stupid of her. Maybe she had doubted herself because it felt so real and alive, or maybe it was because deep down she felt it was more than a dream… But now she was sure. It was a dream, what else could it be. She crawled to the bush and sprawled against it, side against the ground, head resting upon her folded arm. She closed her eyes once more. Now she would fall asleep and then when she'd wake up, she'd be in her room, just like always. Amy felt calm and peaceful once more. It was relaxing but she still felt, burning deep within her, the reassurance that this still wasn't a dream.
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Amy had spent half of the early morning in hysterics after she realized when she woke up, that she was still in Little Whinging, lying on the ground between the bushes and the stone sign. Her hysteria had ranged from fear and bewilderment, to determination. She couldn't be inside a book… that was impossible. Amy kept with the kidnapped theory for comfort. That was the only logical possibly at the moment she found to explain how she travelled over an ocean without knowing how.
She was now walking through the city, trying to find someone who could lead her to number 4 Private Drive, to meet a nonexistent Harry Potter.
As Amy walked, the people looked at her. She wasn't what you would call a walking wonder. From sleeping on the ground, her straight brown hair was tangled and sticking out in awkward positions. Her pearl-white shirt and jeans were smudged with grass stains and dirt. She lowered her head with every step, discreetly passing a few fingers in her hair in attempt to tame it back to normal. The British accent hung strongly in the boisterous city. It whirled through every word she heard. This made her even more determined in her mission.
I can't be, it's impossible She kept repeating to herself
Passing by the store windows full of food, reminded her of her hunger. She bit back the desire and continued forward. At the end of the road were a couple of policemen talking together. She neared them to ask directions.
"Excuse me sirs"
They all turned to look at her, their eyes taking in every detail of her uncared form. Their faces cringed in annoyance.
"What is young lady?"
"I was hoping you could help me. I'm kind of lost —"
"Tourist eh?" said the other
"Sort of. I was looking for Private drive. Could you help me?"
"And why would you be going there miss? Up to mischief?" asked the last, his eyebrow raised in question
"Visiting family." Amy answered, starting to get pretty annoyed at the law enforcements smug attitude.
"Hum…Well, follow this road. Then you take a left at the street light, right at the crossing and right again at the end of the third street light. You'll find a bridge. Follow it, always straight and you'll be in Private Drive."
"Thank you" Amy turned to follow directions, still feeling their eyes on her back as she followed down the road.
Little after she saw the bridge. Amy turned and walked through an empty alley, head cleared of all emotions or thoughts, only set on her mission. Ahead of her, at the far end of the alleyway appeared a boy. He couldn't be older 15, 16 at most. His black hair was messy, like hers, although she doubted that he had passed through the same night. He removed the lid of the nearby trash can and peered inside, his glasses slipping a little on the bridge of his nose. Out of nowhere, the well known lines slid through her mind like a screen play:
'He was a skinny, black-haired, bespectacled boy who had the pinched, slightly unhealthy look of someone who has grown a lot in a short space of time. His jeans were torn and dirty, his t-shirt baggy and faded, and the soles of his trainers were peeling away from the uppers…'
Her mouth hung open, as she watched the boy, the description as exact as if she had just noticed and described him aloud.
'He had spent most of the holidays wandering the streets, scavenging newspapers in the bin along the way…'
The boy reached inside and pulled a wrinkled of bundle up old newspaper.
It couldn't be...
The lid slipped from his hand as he shoved the newspaper beneath his arm. Struggling to keep it from crashing with the ground, he stumbled with gripping both the paper and the lid, but they both ended falling to the floor. He bent over to pick it up, and the tip of what seemed like a stick poked out from under his shirt. Amy raised a hand and clamped it over her mouth to prevent herself from screaming, and darted behind a pile of fruits boxes and trash, just as the boy looked down the alley. He opened the old newspaper to glimpse the news.
Amy was surprised that she wasn't afraid. Her heart was actually heaving with happiness and joy. She didn't care, now, of the impossibility it was to be inside a book. She had just seen Harry Potter, the real, in the flesh Harry Potter, the one she always hoped was real. She peered over the boxes. He was still there, paging through the newspaper. It was really him, she knew it deep down. There he was just a few feet in front of her, the greatest wizard…the one who had survived…the one who brought down—
Pain split her head. Amy didn't know what had happened. One moment she was looking at Harry, the next images started flying through her mind: a batty old lady sitting on a couch, stroking her cats and watching TV; Harry lying on the bed of flowers, no one in sight; the Dementor attack; Harry carrying Dudley alone down the street; Harry in the hearing, head bent and crying...
She opened her eyes at once. Sweat trickled down her forehead. Amy was lying on the ground, hands clutching her head. A pair of emerald green eyes was staring back at her. The boy was shaking her shoulder.
"Help someone! Hey, are you all right?"
It took a moment for her to realize it was Harry, towering over, concern spread across his face.
She was looking past him, and remembering her vision, so per say. Amy realized that she had glimpsed the future.
The batty old woman is Mrs. Figg. She won't go shopping, because she would be watching TV with her cats, and therefore she won't be there to see Harry defeat the Dementors. That means that there is no witness to testify in the hearing and Harry will be expelled—
Amy looked back at the boy.
"I've called for help. Don't move, you hit your head pretty hard." Harry said as she tried to sit up her head still stinging with pain. His voice was just as she imagined it, so was his thunderbolt shaped scar.
She gulped. How could she tell the boy of his coming fate? He would think she was a Death Eater, or a spy… in general an enemy. How would she understand someone who she never met suddenly telling her herfuture?…No! It wasn't supposed to happen like this! He was supposed to vanquish Voldemort, be the hero of the wizardry world… she couldn't let it be destroyed…She had to do something! Only she knew what would happen, and what should happen. Only she could put things right.
Amy was gawking at the boy, unsure what she had to do, but whatever it was, she had to do it…fast!
*FallenWolf*
