Harry's True Dilemma
Author's note: After reading probably millions of fics myself, I figured I might try my hand at it. So please inform me if it sucks, and I should just stick to reading them. Thanks a bunch ~sam
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except maybe the plot. who really knows now and days, what with all these wonderful fics everyone's written.
"Harry!" Uncle Vernon's voice boomed from downstairs.
'Oh crap.' Harry thought to himself, as he sat up from his bed, picked up his glasses, and started for the door. Harry had just sat down on his bed for a minuet, resting from his extensive gardening work earlier that morning, and he must've fallen asleep. He headed downstairs; looking exhausted, and entered the kitchen.
"Thought you'd have a bit of a nap, did you?" Uncle Vernon said, thoroughly disgusted.
"Not really" Harry said feeling as if he could do with a little more sleep. Last night had been a rough one, he'd worked himself nearly to death earlier, in hopes he'd be too tired to have any nightmares, but to no avail, they visited him once again, more terrible than ever before.
It starts with Harry, alone in Griffindor Common room when Ron burst in,
"Harry! It's Voldemort! He's HERE!" Even his freckles were white with horror.
"RON, stop panicking, he can't get to us as long as Dumbledore is still here." Feeling oddly calm by his own words, Ron seemed to ease; but no sooner than Harry said that, the common room's portrait exploded, and Dumbledore himself was thrown through the shreds and laying before Harry in a crumpled and beaten manner. Then a pain like Harry had only experienced once before burned through him, leaving him bent on the floor screaming as his head nearly tore in two. Expecting Voldemort to walk through the portrait next, Harry's heart nearly stopped when it wasn't him. Instead it was a figure much shorter than even Harry. It certainly wasn't Wormtail, the betrayer of Harry's parents, but someone Harry felt he knew.
"BOY!" Harry started, and realized he was still downstairs with Uncle Vernon who looked seriously ticked off at him for going into a trance like state and definitely not listening to him.
"S-sorry about that." Harry apologized, and then feeling something slide down the side of his head he touched it and discovered his face was covered in sweat. Although accustomed to finding himself drenched in sweat, Uncle Vernon was not.
"What the devil's wrong with you, boy?" He asked, sounding somewhat annoyed and a tad bit nervous. Did he actually care if Harry was sick, probably not, but he certainly did not want to catch some kind of a weird wizard's disease. Instead of sending Harry outside like he originally planned, he sent him back upstairs to his room, to ' avoid contaminating the rest of his house'. Harry, more than gladly went back to his room, but unfortunately, he could not sleep. The fact that he'd just been wakened, and the idea of having another bad dream, Harry did not want to go through what he just remembered downstairs.
After getting over the embarrassment of going to pieces in front of his Uncle, Harry decided he needed to tell someone of his new nightmare. He hurried to his desk, where he left his parchment and books all over it. No longer was he scared to do his homework in secret, he could simply threaten his Aunt or Uncle with the possibility that he was writing to his Godfather, Sirius Black-escaped wizarding convict, and telling Sirius that they were mistreating him. Their cowardness was a great thing to rely on.
Harry smiled at the thought of Sirius coming to Private Drive with Buckbeak only to kick Uncle Dursley square in his fat ass, and maybe even Dudley while he's at it. Then the thought of Sirius made Harry's smile disappear, and he began to worry about his Godfather once more. Now with Voldemort on the loose, Harry worried about everyone constantly, but more over, Sirius. It was bad enough the Ministry of Magic was looking for him, but now Dumbledore had him working against Voldemort on some secret mission. Harry had only heard from him once this summer, and it only said that he was well, and that he would be working with Remus all summer. Also that Remus sends him his best wishes. Even for his birthday, Harry had not received a letter from Sirius, but what could he expect, he was on a mission after all. Harry just hoped with all his heart that he was safe at this moment.
Since Harry knew that Sirius would want him to send a letter about his dream to Dumbledore, he began. Somehow he finished, re-read his awkward letter to the headmaster and decided that was as good as it would get. It read:
Dear Dumbledore,
How's your summer been? Hopefully as well as it could be considering what's happened. The reason why I decided to write to you was because I've been having these strange dreams lately, not unlike the one I had last year this one also hurts when it happens. I had it last night for the first time, unlike the others -about the tournament; this was about someone taking over Hogwarts. I know it sounds crazy, but I can't help but worry about it. The person who was doing the taking over, was, well not Voldemort, as I would have thought, but someone I know, perhaps a student even! I hope I'm not over reacting, but it would be nice to hear what you think.
-The perfectly sane, Potter.
As soon as Harry sent Hedwig with the letter, he immediately regretted it.
'He'll think I've gone insane.' Harry thought to himself as he watched Hedwig sail off into the setting sun.
"Hello Saint Mungos', make room for Harry." He muttered darkly to himself, as he made his way to the Bathroom to take a quick shower.
Author's note: After reading probably millions of fics myself, I figured I might try my hand at it. So please inform me if it sucks, and I should just stick to reading them. Thanks a bunch ~sam
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except maybe the plot. who really knows now and days, what with all these wonderful fics everyone's written.
"Harry!" Uncle Vernon's voice boomed from downstairs.
'Oh crap.' Harry thought to himself, as he sat up from his bed, picked up his glasses, and started for the door. Harry had just sat down on his bed for a minuet, resting from his extensive gardening work earlier that morning, and he must've fallen asleep. He headed downstairs; looking exhausted, and entered the kitchen.
"Thought you'd have a bit of a nap, did you?" Uncle Vernon said, thoroughly disgusted.
"Not really" Harry said feeling as if he could do with a little more sleep. Last night had been a rough one, he'd worked himself nearly to death earlier, in hopes he'd be too tired to have any nightmares, but to no avail, they visited him once again, more terrible than ever before.
It starts with Harry, alone in Griffindor Common room when Ron burst in,
"Harry! It's Voldemort! He's HERE!" Even his freckles were white with horror.
"RON, stop panicking, he can't get to us as long as Dumbledore is still here." Feeling oddly calm by his own words, Ron seemed to ease; but no sooner than Harry said that, the common room's portrait exploded, and Dumbledore himself was thrown through the shreds and laying before Harry in a crumpled and beaten manner. Then a pain like Harry had only experienced once before burned through him, leaving him bent on the floor screaming as his head nearly tore in two. Expecting Voldemort to walk through the portrait next, Harry's heart nearly stopped when it wasn't him. Instead it was a figure much shorter than even Harry. It certainly wasn't Wormtail, the betrayer of Harry's parents, but someone Harry felt he knew.
"BOY!" Harry started, and realized he was still downstairs with Uncle Vernon who looked seriously ticked off at him for going into a trance like state and definitely not listening to him.
"S-sorry about that." Harry apologized, and then feeling something slide down the side of his head he touched it and discovered his face was covered in sweat. Although accustomed to finding himself drenched in sweat, Uncle Vernon was not.
"What the devil's wrong with you, boy?" He asked, sounding somewhat annoyed and a tad bit nervous. Did he actually care if Harry was sick, probably not, but he certainly did not want to catch some kind of a weird wizard's disease. Instead of sending Harry outside like he originally planned, he sent him back upstairs to his room, to ' avoid contaminating the rest of his house'. Harry, more than gladly went back to his room, but unfortunately, he could not sleep. The fact that he'd just been wakened, and the idea of having another bad dream, Harry did not want to go through what he just remembered downstairs.
After getting over the embarrassment of going to pieces in front of his Uncle, Harry decided he needed to tell someone of his new nightmare. He hurried to his desk, where he left his parchment and books all over it. No longer was he scared to do his homework in secret, he could simply threaten his Aunt or Uncle with the possibility that he was writing to his Godfather, Sirius Black-escaped wizarding convict, and telling Sirius that they were mistreating him. Their cowardness was a great thing to rely on.
Harry smiled at the thought of Sirius coming to Private Drive with Buckbeak only to kick Uncle Dursley square in his fat ass, and maybe even Dudley while he's at it. Then the thought of Sirius made Harry's smile disappear, and he began to worry about his Godfather once more. Now with Voldemort on the loose, Harry worried about everyone constantly, but more over, Sirius. It was bad enough the Ministry of Magic was looking for him, but now Dumbledore had him working against Voldemort on some secret mission. Harry had only heard from him once this summer, and it only said that he was well, and that he would be working with Remus all summer. Also that Remus sends him his best wishes. Even for his birthday, Harry had not received a letter from Sirius, but what could he expect, he was on a mission after all. Harry just hoped with all his heart that he was safe at this moment.
Since Harry knew that Sirius would want him to send a letter about his dream to Dumbledore, he began. Somehow he finished, re-read his awkward letter to the headmaster and decided that was as good as it would get. It read:
Dear Dumbledore,
How's your summer been? Hopefully as well as it could be considering what's happened. The reason why I decided to write to you was because I've been having these strange dreams lately, not unlike the one I had last year this one also hurts when it happens. I had it last night for the first time, unlike the others -about the tournament; this was about someone taking over Hogwarts. I know it sounds crazy, but I can't help but worry about it. The person who was doing the taking over, was, well not Voldemort, as I would have thought, but someone I know, perhaps a student even! I hope I'm not over reacting, but it would be nice to hear what you think.
-The perfectly sane, Potter.
As soon as Harry sent Hedwig with the letter, he immediately regretted it.
'He'll think I've gone insane.' Harry thought to himself as he watched Hedwig sail off into the setting sun.
"Hello Saint Mungos', make room for Harry." He muttered darkly to himself, as he made his way to the Bathroom to take a quick shower.
