Chapter Two-- Harry's Nightmare
Harry tossed wildly in bed, his blankets tangling around his body. Physically Harry was safe in the Gryffindor dorms inside the castle of Hogwarts but mentally he was not.
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Harry's eyes darted from the hazy blue walls, to the shining oak floor. In the middle of the room resided a cradle, which a sleeping baby boy rested peacefully in. He stepped towards the cradle, and watched the child sleep. Harry reached down to stroke the boy's forehead that had a patch of black hair plastered wildly over it.
His head rose suddenly as a young woman with long brown hair and stunning green eyes, ran into the room. Momentarily their eyes meant. Harry felt himself getting lost in those eyes. His eyes.
"Mom?" Harry's voice came out weak, and he watched in confusion as she paid no attention to him.
A stranger followed her and she hurriedly picked up her baby boy. "No, Please - just leave!" Her voice wavered slightly, but stood strong none the less.
"Just give me the boy!"
"NOO! NOT HARRY!" With that, a flash of green light thundered over the room. Lilly Potter's body crumpled to the floor with her baby still in her arms.
Harry stared in Horror as the cloaked figure's hood fell to his shoulders, and two piercing red eyes burned into him and he raised his wand to the baby who was now crying loudly..
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Harry woke up with a start, and sweat dripped down his forehead. He had just re-lived the death of his mother. A tear mixed with his sweat, and he slowly untangled himself from his blankets. Swinging his legs out of bed, Harry slowly made his room to the bathroom after grabbing his glasses along with his night bag.
His thoughts wandered as he looked in the mirror above the sink. He was pathetic. His bright green eyes stared dully back at him and his black hair was matted to his skin. Harry had seen Voldemort again.
Of course it was no surprise, he had came face to face with him for the past five years or so. But wasn't haunting him during the day enough? Wasn't Harry having to listen to all of the muffled whispers and lower his head as the people pointed and stared, enough? Why did Voldemort insist on haunting him in his dreams to?
Harry sighed and turned the faucet to warm. Setting his glasses down on the ceramic sink, he yawned. He splashed some water on his face and rubbed his eyes. Harry's mind began to wander from Voldemort, to his friends. To Sirius. Privately, Harry hoped he could be the Hero everyone thought he was. But in the mean time, how could he save all of these people when he couldn't even save himself from his dreams?
Fumbling in Harry's navy night bag, he found a sharp, well chiseled piece of metal that he had found over the summer. Harry put it to his arm and cut himself diagonally. Harry smiled at the blood. Sometimes Harry just found it necessary to make sure he was alive. To make sure he was still human.
Turning the water off, Harry leaned against the stone wall. He stared at himself in the mirror again until his eyes darted to his cut again, which was now dripping a red liquid. The boy who lived slowly slid to the floor. Carefully, he pulled his knees to his chin, and buried his face in them. Slowly he began to cry.
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Authors Note: Awwwwwww! Poor Harry! Anyway, now for the Non-dreaded teaser! (Well its not dreaded yet.. Is it?) Click the Review button if you want the next chapter to come any time in this millennium!
Teaser--
Harry once more found himself staring dumbly at his reflection, where blood was dripping down his forehead. A tear fell from Harry's eyes and caused his reflection to change as the water began to ripple. He slowly began to allow silent sobs escape his lips, and his eyes turned a hazy green as someone grabbed him from behind.
Harry tossed wildly in bed, his blankets tangling around his body. Physically Harry was safe in the Gryffindor dorms inside the castle of Hogwarts but mentally he was not.
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Harry's eyes darted from the hazy blue walls, to the shining oak floor. In the middle of the room resided a cradle, which a sleeping baby boy rested peacefully in. He stepped towards the cradle, and watched the child sleep. Harry reached down to stroke the boy's forehead that had a patch of black hair plastered wildly over it.
His head rose suddenly as a young woman with long brown hair and stunning green eyes, ran into the room. Momentarily their eyes meant. Harry felt himself getting lost in those eyes. His eyes.
"Mom?" Harry's voice came out weak, and he watched in confusion as she paid no attention to him.
A stranger followed her and she hurriedly picked up her baby boy. "No, Please - just leave!" Her voice wavered slightly, but stood strong none the less.
"Just give me the boy!"
"NOO! NOT HARRY!" With that, a flash of green light thundered over the room. Lilly Potter's body crumpled to the floor with her baby still in her arms.
Harry stared in Horror as the cloaked figure's hood fell to his shoulders, and two piercing red eyes burned into him and he raised his wand to the baby who was now crying loudly..
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Harry woke up with a start, and sweat dripped down his forehead. He had just re-lived the death of his mother. A tear mixed with his sweat, and he slowly untangled himself from his blankets. Swinging his legs out of bed, Harry slowly made his room to the bathroom after grabbing his glasses along with his night bag.
His thoughts wandered as he looked in the mirror above the sink. He was pathetic. His bright green eyes stared dully back at him and his black hair was matted to his skin. Harry had seen Voldemort again.
Of course it was no surprise, he had came face to face with him for the past five years or so. But wasn't haunting him during the day enough? Wasn't Harry having to listen to all of the muffled whispers and lower his head as the people pointed and stared, enough? Why did Voldemort insist on haunting him in his dreams to?
Harry sighed and turned the faucet to warm. Setting his glasses down on the ceramic sink, he yawned. He splashed some water on his face and rubbed his eyes. Harry's mind began to wander from Voldemort, to his friends. To Sirius. Privately, Harry hoped he could be the Hero everyone thought he was. But in the mean time, how could he save all of these people when he couldn't even save himself from his dreams?
Fumbling in Harry's navy night bag, he found a sharp, well chiseled piece of metal that he had found over the summer. Harry put it to his arm and cut himself diagonally. Harry smiled at the blood. Sometimes Harry just found it necessary to make sure he was alive. To make sure he was still human.
Turning the water off, Harry leaned against the stone wall. He stared at himself in the mirror again until his eyes darted to his cut again, which was now dripping a red liquid. The boy who lived slowly slid to the floor. Carefully, he pulled his knees to his chin, and buried his face in them. Slowly he began to cry.
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Authors Note: Awwwwwww! Poor Harry! Anyway, now for the Non-dreaded teaser! (Well its not dreaded yet.. Is it?) Click the Review button if you want the next chapter to come any time in this millennium!
Teaser--
Harry once more found himself staring dumbly at his reflection, where blood was dripping down his forehead. A tear fell from Harry's eyes and caused his reflection to change as the water began to ripple. He slowly began to allow silent sobs escape his lips, and his eyes turned a hazy green as someone grabbed him from behind.