Title: Just Another Year
Author: K. L. Spitfire
Author's e-mail address: Drakesgrl04@aol.com
A/N: Readers may e-mail or instant message me with any comments, I don't mind flames as long as they are CONSTRUCTIVE. Please Review, Review, Review!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: Nothing that you recognize belongs to me, but everything that you don't recognize does belong solely to me.
Current Location: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry The Great Hall
"I imagine all of you were surprised at your school letters this year." Professor Dumbledore said solemnly from the teachers table, not the slightest trace of a smile on his face. "And to the fact that the first years were not, will not, be sorted into school houses this year. That action will not be needed due to the fact that you will not be spending the school year here." Angry, worried, mutters tore through the students like a rip tide. "Silence!" Dumbledore shouted. The Hall quieted immediately, not used to ever seeing their Headmaster so angry. "I do not like this anymore then you do, but it must be done. Each and every one of you is to be sent to a different place around the globe, most likely two or three to a place. You will not know where you are to be going. Any owls that any of you may have will be staying at Hogwarts by order of the Ministry of Magic. Come down from your dormitories tomorrow fully packed and dressed as Muggles. First years will be sleeping in a pre-designated are for the night." Professor Dumbledore sat back down, a fierce grimace set on his face and a hand rubbing his forehead.
No one felt much like eating after that and the feast ended rather quickly.
Harry followed Ron and Hermione up the marble staircase through corridor after corridor and into Gryffindor common room. After a quiet "Good Night." to Hermione, he trailed after Ron up the boys staircase and into his own bed.
Sleep didn't come. Didn't come as it had so often in the past. But the dreams came, the nightmares always came. And when his eyes finally closed a flash of green light enveloped him.
The green was gone and he back in the Riddle cemetery.
Another Flash of green and Cedric was in front of him—dead.
Flash.
His parents were lying sprawled next to him.
Flash.
Lord Voldemort came out came out of the shadows behind them. "Harry. . . " He whispered gruesomely. "Harry. . .I'm coming for you. . . " Flash. "For everyone you love. . . " flash—Flash—FLASH! Now there were more dead bodies, Ron, Hermione, Cho, Fred and George.
"No!" He knew he was shouting but couldn't hear himself. The new bodies weren't killed by Avada Kedavara, they were tortured. Some were naked and bloody and bruised beyond recognition.
"It'll all happen eventually Harry Potter." Flash. More bodies, now it was Colin and Dennis Creevy, Dean and Seamus, Parvati, Padma, Neville—they were coming so fast now that he couldn't tell them apart. "Since I can't seem to get to you I'll take everyone you love first, everyone you know. One by one they'll all leave you." The final flash of green came and atop the pile of corpses lay Albus Dumbledore. "Everyone who protects you will be gone."
"NO!" He shouted again. Harry tried desperately to lift his wand, but his arm seemed too heavy and attached to his side.
"And you, Harry Potter, will be completely alone."
Harry woke suddenly in a cold sweat, panting and wide awake.
He hated night more then any other time. Hated having to sleep and relive that horrible nightmare again and again. And it wasn't even the fact that he was seeing everyone he knew die, it was that every time he saw them he hurt so much inside that he wanted to die. Would rather die then be left so completely alone.
Harry knew that it was incredibly selfish to, he didn't want anyone to suffer, but he knew they would. And all because of him.
The thought made him sick with fear. He hated feeling so damn helpless.
Author: K. L. Spitfire
Author's e-mail address: Drakesgrl04@aol.com
A/N: Readers may e-mail or instant message me with any comments, I don't mind flames as long as they are CONSTRUCTIVE. Please Review, Review, Review!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: Nothing that you recognize belongs to me, but everything that you don't recognize does belong solely to me.
Current Location: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry The Great Hall
"I imagine all of you were surprised at your school letters this year." Professor Dumbledore said solemnly from the teachers table, not the slightest trace of a smile on his face. "And to the fact that the first years were not, will not, be sorted into school houses this year. That action will not be needed due to the fact that you will not be spending the school year here." Angry, worried, mutters tore through the students like a rip tide. "Silence!" Dumbledore shouted. The Hall quieted immediately, not used to ever seeing their Headmaster so angry. "I do not like this anymore then you do, but it must be done. Each and every one of you is to be sent to a different place around the globe, most likely two or three to a place. You will not know where you are to be going. Any owls that any of you may have will be staying at Hogwarts by order of the Ministry of Magic. Come down from your dormitories tomorrow fully packed and dressed as Muggles. First years will be sleeping in a pre-designated are for the night." Professor Dumbledore sat back down, a fierce grimace set on his face and a hand rubbing his forehead.
No one felt much like eating after that and the feast ended rather quickly.
Harry followed Ron and Hermione up the marble staircase through corridor after corridor and into Gryffindor common room. After a quiet "Good Night." to Hermione, he trailed after Ron up the boys staircase and into his own bed.
Sleep didn't come. Didn't come as it had so often in the past. But the dreams came, the nightmares always came. And when his eyes finally closed a flash of green light enveloped him.
The green was gone and he back in the Riddle cemetery.
Another Flash of green and Cedric was in front of him—dead.
Flash.
His parents were lying sprawled next to him.
Flash.
Lord Voldemort came out came out of the shadows behind them. "Harry. . . " He whispered gruesomely. "Harry. . .I'm coming for you. . . " Flash. "For everyone you love. . . " flash—Flash—FLASH! Now there were more dead bodies, Ron, Hermione, Cho, Fred and George.
"No!" He knew he was shouting but couldn't hear himself. The new bodies weren't killed by Avada Kedavara, they were tortured. Some were naked and bloody and bruised beyond recognition.
"It'll all happen eventually Harry Potter." Flash. More bodies, now it was Colin and Dennis Creevy, Dean and Seamus, Parvati, Padma, Neville—they were coming so fast now that he couldn't tell them apart. "Since I can't seem to get to you I'll take everyone you love first, everyone you know. One by one they'll all leave you." The final flash of green came and atop the pile of corpses lay Albus Dumbledore. "Everyone who protects you will be gone."
"NO!" He shouted again. Harry tried desperately to lift his wand, but his arm seemed too heavy and attached to his side.
"And you, Harry Potter, will be completely alone."
Harry woke suddenly in a cold sweat, panting and wide awake.
He hated night more then any other time. Hated having to sleep and relive that horrible nightmare again and again. And it wasn't even the fact that he was seeing everyone he knew die, it was that every time he saw them he hurt so much inside that he wanted to die. Would rather die then be left so completely alone.
Harry knew that it was incredibly selfish to, he didn't want anyone to suffer, but he knew they would. And all because of him.
The thought made him sick with fear. He hated feeling so damn helpless.