A warm feeling enveloped Harry; it felt good. Safe. So many times
had his dreams left him feeling cold and worn, shivering in panic, but this
was different. He was floating, looking down from the sky. Some where he
knew someone was near, but he couldn't see or hear him or her. Their face
was blurred, but they were smiling.
Harry smiled in his deep sleep state, the sensation that the smile gave him, pride, acceptance, and love.caused the involuntary reaction.
Off to his right a loud crack shot from the woods, jerking his attention from the smiling face. When he looked back the face was gone, the warm feeling disappeared and despair gripped his heart. Godric was carved into the dirt ground beneath Harry's feet.
Harry was now tossing in his sleep, as the dream took a dangerous turn.
"Harry Potter." A voice spat menacingly. The voice iced Harry over, he knew who it was.
"Voldemort." He answered flatly.
"You're connected to him. You'll bring him to me."
Harry reaction was aggressive, "No!" Voldemort laughed, taking his wand he pointed it straight at Harry.
Harry Potter
And
Voldemort's Son
By: Dark
Harry bolted wake, his body covered in a cold sweat. His hand automatically running over his painful scar, hissing as he touched it. He fumbled for his glasses, knocking them to the ground.
"Harry?"
"Its okay Ron." He replied breathing hard, grasping his glasses he slid them on fitting them comfortably behind his ears.
"Okay. Well its time, been downstairs in 5."
Harry nodded in reply, falling back onto his pillow, the sweat drying onto his cold skin. Thoughts whirled around in his head, Who could I possibly be connected to that Voldemort would want that badly, he thought. "Dumbldore." He breathed, "He's after Dumbldore."
Harry lay there and shook his head, but he was connected to Dumbldore. Not like the way the dream made it feel. It was a deeper connection, something else, but as he went through people in his head each person didn't have the right connection, not even Hermoine or Ron.
"Harry!!" Ron's voice bellowed, Harry snapped out of his thoughts, and quickly through on the clothes laying at the end of his bed and clambered down the stairs.
"Good Morning Harry." Came the normal greeting from the Wesley family, and Hermoine who had spent the summer with them also.
"Good Morning." Harry answered back, he was happy that Ron had kept his word about getting him soon. In truth his entire summer still seemed worse than any other he had had. The impatience of being unable to stop everything that was happening, he was frustrated at lest. Now this dream just brought it into an even sharper focus than it was before. Voldemort was out there, and he was getting stronger.
Hermoine felt for Harry the weight of the world seemed to rest on his shoulders and his outward appearance was beginning to show it. His face was drawn and his bright green eyes now looked worn and dull. His hair was a mess from the number of times he had run his hands through it, and even as he turned his head up to smile at her, it wasn't real.
"Better eat quick.don't want to miss the train." Mrs. Wesley called. Within five minutes both Ron and Harry had folded their pancakes, stuffed them in their mouth, chew, swallow, and wash them down with eggs, bacon, and milk. Hermoine watched, laughing at them. Ron turned her mouth full, "What?" he asked spitting food crumbs from his mouth.
"Nothing.nothing at all." She said softly.
Harry still couldn't shake the feeling, of despair from earlier, even as the Hogwarts express came into view as they crossed the barrier into platform 9 ¾.
"Harry?" It was Hermoine, " Are you okay?"
Harry felt terrible; he could see in her face that he problems were affecting her. He looked to Ron for help but found the same staring eyes, pleading with him to tell him his worries.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He said shortly, watching their faces deflate. Harry turned away from them, just in time to avoid being run over by Dean Thomas. "Hey Dean what's going on?"
Dean's face was in a smile, " Harry you won't believe it, a 7th year transfer student is fighting Draco Malfoy." Dean quickly ran off, after that trying to get to the front of a crowd of students cheering on the fight. Harry stared after him before running into the crowd himself followed by Ron and Hermoine.
Harry got to the inner ring first, pushing people out of his way; he finally was able to see. Malfoy was lying on the ground, a blast of blue light sent Crabbe and Goyle flying landing in front of him. Cheers erupted from the crowd, a boy around 17 stepped forward his wand flipping through his fingers. Blonde hair fell in front of his eyes concealing their chocolate brown color. His voice was equally dark in depth, it rumbled in a low warning voice.
"Watch who you mess with next time." He didn't even seem to acknowledge the crowd of people surrounding them, but walked towards Malfoy stretching out his hand. "Get up," his voice was normal now but still in a controlling tone, "Don't need anymore humiliation." Harry watched Malfoy's face change from fear to rage, he whipped his wand around sending yellow flashes sending the boy flying into the crowd. Slythriens amongst the crowd cheered, but it wasn't long till the transfer retaliated, this time in a more aggressive way. Green light exploded from his wand catch Malfoy off guard, at fist Malfoy merely fell forward from the attack but the green streams continued to pour from the boy's wand, slowly before their eyes they relived Malfoy being transformed, this time into a rat. The boy stopped and made his way towards the cowering animal. His wand was out. Everyone had gone quite, as he leaned down and crouched over the rat.
"I told you."he said softly, then he gently tapped the rat twice, and in a matter of seconds Malfoy was back to normal, except for the fact that he was now backing down. The boy straightened back up no one spoke until he began walking away. a sudden shrill voice rang through the crowd of students causing the boy to flinch.
"GODRIC RIDDLE!!" everyone looked around, "Move. Out. Of. My way. Godric you stay right there!!!" the voice yelled again. Then Harry saw the owner, she burst through the inner circle of students.
She was frumpy old woman, and much shorter than Godric, her slivery white hair was pulled into a tight bun, and she was topped off with a shabby witch hat. She made straight for Godric in angry steps. Her height didn't seem to matter as she reached up and grasped Godric's ear and pulled him down to her face.\
"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT THE TRANSFIGURATION OF OTHERS?!" she screamed into his face.she seemed to have a strength about her making everyone feel guilty with her lecture.
"No-No-Not to." Godric winced in pain, "Let go Grandma, please."
The old woman huffed in rage and twisted his ear harder, "Apologize." She said flatly. Around them students were beginning to point and laugh.
"Apologize." She stated again, "RIGHT NOW GODRIC!" Giving his ear a final twist she released him.
"But Gran,"
"Don't you but grandma me!" Apologize now."
Godric turned around, his shoulders sagging over, "Stand up straight." Godric stood ridged, with a grumpy frown on his face and slowly began to mumble his apology.
"Godric..." and suddenly his apology became loud and clear, and from what it sounded like it wasn't the first time he had to say it.
"I'm sorry for turning you into an animal," he droned "I hope that we can become friends with each other in the near future." Finished he grudgingly stuck out his hand to Malfoy.
By this time Malfoy had regained his smug smile and he merely laughed and walked away from Godric's outstretched hand.
Godric's Grandmother however didn't waste anytime in regaining Godric's ear, pulling him with her as they left the crowd. Even as they walked out of the crowd you could still hear her ranting.
"Just like you're father, going off the handle... What were you thinking?! Another child that's the 12th Godric Thomas Riddle and if you get into any more trouble at that school...OH! You'll be in trouble!!!!"
The crowd of students broke apart in laughter, slowly returning to boarding the train.
"Wow.I think that's him." Ron assured himself softly.
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Harry smiled in his deep sleep state, the sensation that the smile gave him, pride, acceptance, and love.caused the involuntary reaction.
Off to his right a loud crack shot from the woods, jerking his attention from the smiling face. When he looked back the face was gone, the warm feeling disappeared and despair gripped his heart. Godric was carved into the dirt ground beneath Harry's feet.
Harry was now tossing in his sleep, as the dream took a dangerous turn.
"Harry Potter." A voice spat menacingly. The voice iced Harry over, he knew who it was.
"Voldemort." He answered flatly.
"You're connected to him. You'll bring him to me."
Harry reaction was aggressive, "No!" Voldemort laughed, taking his wand he pointed it straight at Harry.
Harry Potter
And
Voldemort's Son
By: Dark
Harry bolted wake, his body covered in a cold sweat. His hand automatically running over his painful scar, hissing as he touched it. He fumbled for his glasses, knocking them to the ground.
"Harry?"
"Its okay Ron." He replied breathing hard, grasping his glasses he slid them on fitting them comfortably behind his ears.
"Okay. Well its time, been downstairs in 5."
Harry nodded in reply, falling back onto his pillow, the sweat drying onto his cold skin. Thoughts whirled around in his head, Who could I possibly be connected to that Voldemort would want that badly, he thought. "Dumbldore." He breathed, "He's after Dumbldore."
Harry lay there and shook his head, but he was connected to Dumbldore. Not like the way the dream made it feel. It was a deeper connection, something else, but as he went through people in his head each person didn't have the right connection, not even Hermoine or Ron.
"Harry!!" Ron's voice bellowed, Harry snapped out of his thoughts, and quickly through on the clothes laying at the end of his bed and clambered down the stairs.
"Good Morning Harry." Came the normal greeting from the Wesley family, and Hermoine who had spent the summer with them also.
"Good Morning." Harry answered back, he was happy that Ron had kept his word about getting him soon. In truth his entire summer still seemed worse than any other he had had. The impatience of being unable to stop everything that was happening, he was frustrated at lest. Now this dream just brought it into an even sharper focus than it was before. Voldemort was out there, and he was getting stronger.
Hermoine felt for Harry the weight of the world seemed to rest on his shoulders and his outward appearance was beginning to show it. His face was drawn and his bright green eyes now looked worn and dull. His hair was a mess from the number of times he had run his hands through it, and even as he turned his head up to smile at her, it wasn't real.
"Better eat quick.don't want to miss the train." Mrs. Wesley called. Within five minutes both Ron and Harry had folded their pancakes, stuffed them in their mouth, chew, swallow, and wash them down with eggs, bacon, and milk. Hermoine watched, laughing at them. Ron turned her mouth full, "What?" he asked spitting food crumbs from his mouth.
"Nothing.nothing at all." She said softly.
Harry still couldn't shake the feeling, of despair from earlier, even as the Hogwarts express came into view as they crossed the barrier into platform 9 ¾.
"Harry?" It was Hermoine, " Are you okay?"
Harry felt terrible; he could see in her face that he problems were affecting her. He looked to Ron for help but found the same staring eyes, pleading with him to tell him his worries.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He said shortly, watching their faces deflate. Harry turned away from them, just in time to avoid being run over by Dean Thomas. "Hey Dean what's going on?"
Dean's face was in a smile, " Harry you won't believe it, a 7th year transfer student is fighting Draco Malfoy." Dean quickly ran off, after that trying to get to the front of a crowd of students cheering on the fight. Harry stared after him before running into the crowd himself followed by Ron and Hermoine.
Harry got to the inner ring first, pushing people out of his way; he finally was able to see. Malfoy was lying on the ground, a blast of blue light sent Crabbe and Goyle flying landing in front of him. Cheers erupted from the crowd, a boy around 17 stepped forward his wand flipping through his fingers. Blonde hair fell in front of his eyes concealing their chocolate brown color. His voice was equally dark in depth, it rumbled in a low warning voice.
"Watch who you mess with next time." He didn't even seem to acknowledge the crowd of people surrounding them, but walked towards Malfoy stretching out his hand. "Get up," his voice was normal now but still in a controlling tone, "Don't need anymore humiliation." Harry watched Malfoy's face change from fear to rage, he whipped his wand around sending yellow flashes sending the boy flying into the crowd. Slythriens amongst the crowd cheered, but it wasn't long till the transfer retaliated, this time in a more aggressive way. Green light exploded from his wand catch Malfoy off guard, at fist Malfoy merely fell forward from the attack but the green streams continued to pour from the boy's wand, slowly before their eyes they relived Malfoy being transformed, this time into a rat. The boy stopped and made his way towards the cowering animal. His wand was out. Everyone had gone quite, as he leaned down and crouched over the rat.
"I told you."he said softly, then he gently tapped the rat twice, and in a matter of seconds Malfoy was back to normal, except for the fact that he was now backing down. The boy straightened back up no one spoke until he began walking away. a sudden shrill voice rang through the crowd of students causing the boy to flinch.
"GODRIC RIDDLE!!" everyone looked around, "Move. Out. Of. My way. Godric you stay right there!!!" the voice yelled again. Then Harry saw the owner, she burst through the inner circle of students.
She was frumpy old woman, and much shorter than Godric, her slivery white hair was pulled into a tight bun, and she was topped off with a shabby witch hat. She made straight for Godric in angry steps. Her height didn't seem to matter as she reached up and grasped Godric's ear and pulled him down to her face.\
"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT THE TRANSFIGURATION OF OTHERS?!" she screamed into his face.she seemed to have a strength about her making everyone feel guilty with her lecture.
"No-No-Not to." Godric winced in pain, "Let go Grandma, please."
The old woman huffed in rage and twisted his ear harder, "Apologize." She said flatly. Around them students were beginning to point and laugh.
"Apologize." She stated again, "RIGHT NOW GODRIC!" Giving his ear a final twist she released him.
"But Gran,"
"Don't you but grandma me!" Apologize now."
Godric turned around, his shoulders sagging over, "Stand up straight." Godric stood ridged, with a grumpy frown on his face and slowly began to mumble his apology.
"Godric..." and suddenly his apology became loud and clear, and from what it sounded like it wasn't the first time he had to say it.
"I'm sorry for turning you into an animal," he droned "I hope that we can become friends with each other in the near future." Finished he grudgingly stuck out his hand to Malfoy.
By this time Malfoy had regained his smug smile and he merely laughed and walked away from Godric's outstretched hand.
Godric's Grandmother however didn't waste anytime in regaining Godric's ear, pulling him with her as they left the crowd. Even as they walked out of the crowd you could still hear her ranting.
"Just like you're father, going off the handle... What were you thinking?! Another child that's the 12th Godric Thomas Riddle and if you get into any more trouble at that school...OH! You'll be in trouble!!!!"
The crowd of students broke apart in laughter, slowly returning to boarding the train.
"Wow.I think that's him." Ron assured himself softly.
Authors Note: So what do ya think good, yes? No? Review and tell. Plez ^_^