Chapter 2: Dead People in the House
POV: Harry
I dreamt that I was in a small room, a signal bed with a desk and computer. A girl sat at it with her back to me, I could only tell that she had black hair. I was still half asleep when I heard a knocking at my door. Why can't Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia leave me alone? It was my birthday, why can't I just sleep.
I heard the door open and a man's voice that diffidently was not my uncle's spoke to me. "Harry, you need to get up, breakfast is nearly ready." I knew that voice, but how, it sounded like a voice I heard in 3rd year, whenever dementors came near me. It sounded like my father. But my father was dead.
I opened my eyes and reached for my glasses, but they weren't there. They were on the other side of my bed. When I finally got my glasses on, I tried not to gasp. I don't know what surprised me more, the fact that the room I was in was not mine, or that my dead father was there in front of me, alive and well. The only reason I knew it was him was the few pictures I had of him, and from when I looked in the Mirror of Erised. He looked just like me, same face, same hair, accept for they eyes. His were hazel while mine were green.
"Dad?" I asked.
"What is it Harry? You don't want to be late for breakfast do you?" my father asked.
"No." I said. "I'll get changed and come right down."
My father left the room and closed the door behind him. I took this time to look around my room. This was not my room, as far as I could tell, it wasn't even the right house. I checked outside my window, this was not Surrey. I have never been here before.
I checked the door that had to lead into the closet. In the closet were clothes, my size. I always had my cousin Dudley's old clothes that were like four times to big. I grabbed some clothes and changed.
This new house seemed somehow familiar but I knew I had never been here as far as I could remember. I just followed the smell of frying bacon towards the kitchen, and at the stove was my mum. Once again only recognizable because of the pictures and Mirror. I saw her eyes were just like mine when she turned to look at me.
"Happy Birthday sweetie." my mum said coming over and giving me a hug.
"We have a surprise for you." my father said coming up behind me.
"What?" I asked.
"Well if we told you it wouldn't be a surprise." my father said.
"Well go wash up you two, breakfast is almost ready." my mum said.
I went back upstairs, quite confused. How where my parents alive? Where was I? I found my bathroom upstairs and washed my hands. I attempted to brush my hair but I knew it was a lost cause. I saw my forehead and was taken aback. My forehead was bare! My scare was gone. I tried to think, what was going on? Was this a strange dream?
I headed towards the door and on purpose stubbed my toe. It hurt like nuts! Okay not a dream, what was going on?
POV: Me
Really Harry? You are thick.
POV: Harry
Heading back down stairs my eyes settled on the living room, more pacifically the mantle. There were bunch of pictures, wizard photos so they were moving.
I went up to the mantle and looked at the pictures.
They were all of me, growing older. Some alone, some with my mum or dad. There was even a family photo with all three of us. The one on the edge interested me the most. I looked about thirteen, right before my third year. I was with a man, he had shoulder length black wavy hair, a wonderful smile, and grey eyes. I wouldn't have recognized him if it wasn't for the eyes. It was Sirius. Azkaban changed him, because this was not how I knew him. He wasn't as skinny, and he was now a lot, tanner. He was handing me a long thin package, which had to be my Firebolt.
"Harry, breakfast is ready." my mum called from the kitchen.
"Okay." I said. I turned and headed back towards the kitchen, but before I could get there, out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of green fire. I turned and saw him. He looked like he could've walked out of the picture I was just looking at. Minus the thin package but holding a rather large bulky one. It was someone more surprising to see then my parents, it was Sirius.
