Well here we are on a short one for chapter 4. you May have noticed by now that I tend to end a chapter when I change POV. If you hate that, I'm working on it i promise! if you like that, heh you're gonna hate me in a bit.
The sound of thunder was the first thing Harry heard as he woke some time later that night. He had had a strange dream. It was full of weird smells and various places. The sounds of music from ancient times still echoed in his ears. It was almost as though he was seeing the world through the eyes of somebody who had lived hundreds of years ago in Greece before he was whisked off to another place before he awoke. Where that place had been he couldn't remember. But he did remember a voice, it sounded like the voice of his mum, it had told him everything would be ok.
Suddenly wondering if it was some sort of prophetic dream seemed to make him stop. He was sounding like Trewalney. Shaking himself slightly he grabbed his glasses and sat up. A glance out the window told him it was late and that his relatives were likely asleep. He snuck slowly to the door to listen. There was no noise from the other side.
He crawled over to the floor beside his bed and gently tugged up the loose floorboard where he had hidden a few treats from the train and a small bag of enchanted food from the house elves. This had been the first time he had been able to access the food without the risk of the Dursley's hearing and barging in. Quietly he withdrew the bag from the hiding spot and peered inside.
The house elves had been smart and placed charms on the bag to prevent the food from spoiling. He quickly grabbed a few sandwiches and the small bottle of pumpkin juice that was spelled to stay full.
He took his first bite and noticed his mouth was slightly sore. He guessed he had grit his teeth in his sleep and shrugged against the discomfort. Chewing quickly he finished the first sandwich and started in on the second. He swallowed the last bites of the sandwiches with a mouthful of pumpkin juice. His mouth felt like it was burning after eating so he laid back down.
The room spun for a minute before he was able to get down and fix the floorboard after storing the pumpkin juice safely inside the bag and hiding it back into the place under the floor.
Harry quickly climbed back into the bed and groaned as another wave of dizziness hit him. Resigned to feeling sick he closed his eyes and willed himself to fall asleep.