Although Harry wasn't very
tired he had to sleep that night. Thoughts were still churning in his head
as he looked up at the ceiling in Ron's bedroom.
The tiny window still hadn't
been sealed and cold air fluttered inside. Harry still hadn't grasped the
fact that he'd almost lost his life that very day.
A small hoot met his ears,
and a little bird flew through the broken window. Pig sailed happily around
bedroom and landed next to the sleeping Ron. He started hooting loudly,
until Harry grabbed him in his hand.
"You're going to wake everyone
up if you keep that up," Harry said, cupping the little owl in his hand.
Pig had grown a bit in a year but still remained fluffy and cute.
Harry untied the note from
around Pig's leg and squinted, trying to read it in the dim light.
Dear Ron,
Harry paused and decided not
to continue reading the letter, it wasn't right for him to read his friends
personally mail. And as long as Pig kept quiet he didn't have to worry
about the letter. He folded it carefully and left it next to Ron's pillow,
so he would find it in the morning.
With a rather loud yawn, Harry
rolled over on his blankets and, several minutes later, he dozed off into
a peaceful sleep.
"Huh?" Harry gaped, looking
around the room. It was no longer Ron's bedroom with the Chudley Cannon's
posters. It was a forest, with hundreds of trees. Laughter started to filled
his ears, and he saw a little girl run happily in the shadows.
"Come with me!" she whispered
quietly, skipping closer towards him. She took his hand and began pulling
him lightly through the forest. Her hair was up in black curls, and she
had light brown eyes. Her dress was old fashioned, and covered in lace
and ribbons, and the colour of the ripest raspberries fresh from the wilderness.
She giggled and laughed as
she pulled Harry deeper into the forest. The trees were lovely, and birds
chirped sweetly in their branches. Harry smiled, enjoying himself as he
followed the little girl on the brightly lit path.
With a pause, she let go of
his hand and ran towards a ledge. There were hundreds of flowers below
of many different shapes and sizes; some were massive, whilst others were
extremely tiny. The little girl jumped off the ledge. Her dress expanded
out like an umbrella, and she landed softly inside a massive daffodil.
Harry got to the ledge and
looked down at her.
"Come on," she said softly,
gesturing her hands towards her. He paused again and looked down at his
feet. He was wearing shiny black shoes, and the rest of his pajamas turned
into a wonderful maroon suit.
The girl with the black curls
giggled, and again gestured for Harry to jump onto one of the massive flowers.
"Come, come," she said, standing up. Harry shook his head. He didn't know
if he should follow her any longer, since the flowers were a rather long
way down.
She grew irritated and tried
once more to get him to follow her. When Harry refused she leaped off the
flower and grabbed the edge of his coat.
"You will come with me!" she
yelled, her eyes filled with a fiery red, Harry was being pulled off the
little ledge.
The atmosphere around him melted
from it's beautiful sight, and everything began to burn. The trees, the
flowers, even the little girl herself caught fire. She held onto him tightly,
trying to pull him downward.
Harry resisted with all his
strength, trying to get a better balance on the ledge, "No I won't go with
you," he bellowed, as her fire covered hand pulled down on his jacket.
"You will come with me!" she
screamed, "You will obey my master!"
With her final fierce tug,
Harry lost his balance. He tumbled off the ledge. He closed his eyes, and
awaited the pain. The fire from her hands burnt his skin. He could almost
feel that it was real.
But, as he fell, he heard a
small melody, like a harp playing. Something grabbed his arms and lifted
him higher. He heard the little girls scream as her weight fell from his
jacket.
But something else continued
to hold him. He could feel another person - or thing - presence. Slowly,
he was being lifted up from the fire. The heat was decreasing, and he was
put onto solid ground.
Opening his eyes slowly, he
saw a human standing there, with extremely long silver wings that glittered
in the firelight. "You're safe now," the person said, turning away from
Harry. A feather floated softly to the ground and Harry picked it up. He
recognized the feather immediately, but didn't follow the person who had
rescued him.
"Thank you," he said softly,
looking back down onto the burning forest. He stood, and watched the person
disappear into the moonlight.