Disclaimer- I own nothing except my characters and JK owns all. I am in no
way associated with the brilliant JK and her publishers. . .
Anyway,
Dedication- To Alex!!! Thank you!! You have inspired me to keep on updating!!
Here we go. . . . . . . . . .
"Master" Wormtail said frightfully, "When are we going to move?"
"Soon enough!" Voldemort half-yelled half-snapped at Pettigrew. He had just been recollecting that night he had been brought back to life, and another clash of anger, hatred and resentment towards the Potter boy rushed through him.
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Harry who had been unconscious yet seeing a clear vision of this gained consciousness quickly and screamed in pain, clutching his scar and hearing a very faint:
"Harry, are you al. . ." before slipping back into unconcousness.
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"Yes My Lord" muttered Peter before sulking away saying something about torture victims. . . As soon as Wormtail left, Voldemort took something out –a parchment- and muttered something into it.
Suddenly, a three-dimensional map of Hogwarts appeared, and tiny miniatures of Hogwarts teachers were there too, in their offices. But, the castle had no roof and glass floors, so he could see everything clearly. Harry noticed that there were no students in the space that said "not present and he assumed this was because there was not enough room for them. But, as his attention once again fell to Voldemort, he noticed him closing his eyes concentrating hard with his wand drawn out, chanting what seemed to be a incantation, over a small block of wood. Very slowly, Harry saw, to his dismay, a tiny miniature replica of him being made out of the block of wood from what seemed to be invisible hands. Harry stared in horror. That was very scary. Voldemort could locate him at Hogwarts. But, if he was at the Quidditch Pitch, could Voldemort see him?
As Harry tried to move forward to see, he found he couldn't. His feet were stuck to the ground. Staring hard, he realized that Hogwarts Grounds were not on the map. Looking at Voldemort, Harry noticed that he looked strained, and tired from making the miniature Harry. That helped him realize that the main reason the other students weren't there, it would take too much energy and magic to have them too.
As someone knocked on the door, Harry saw a very blurry version of Snape, walking in the room, and Voldemort showing him his model of the castle as he started to swim back into consciousness. Harry blinked and when he opened his eyes again, he saw Ron, Hermione, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, as well as Percy, Fred and George hovering over him.
"Give the poor boy some space!" Mrs. Weasley, snapped at all of her other children, and Hermione jumped back too. Mr. Weasley, who had gone to the kitchen to get a wet rag as soon as he saw Harry awaken, came running into the room, washcloth in hand. Mrs. Weasley took it from him and placed it on Harry's head. Harry felt much better.
"Voldemort-" he muttered weakly, but then stopped short. He couldn't tell his dream to all of the Weasleys. Then, Harry said louder, "I think that I'll go lie down," the Mrs. Weasley, who had been arguing quietly to Mr. Weasley about what Harry should do, replied,
"Well, if you're sure dear. . ."
"Oh," Hermione said hearing how Harry had started with 'Voldemort-' and sensed he wanted to tell them something said, "He does look like he needs some rest. . ." she then elbowed Ron hard and he nodded in assent saying,
"Yeah. . . you do look a bit tired. You can go lay down in my room!"
"Sounds good." Harry said, pleased that his friends caught on. Harry slowly got up, and walked up the flights of steps to Ron's room, with Ron leading and Hermione right behind. When they got to Ron's room, Harry told them what he had seen.
"Do you think that it's real? I mean, you're dream and all?" Ron questioned nervously.
"Don't be stupid Ron, of course it's real!" Hermione snapped, "aren't all of his other 'dreams' real?" Ron ignored this comment and went on,
"I could tell my dad about it and maybe he would know what to do."
"No, I'll just write to Sirius" Harry replied.
"Do you think that you should be writing to Dumbledore?" Hermione questioned. Harry hesitated he was about to say 'no' but then he remembered Sirius's letter. . . 'Id there are any problems with your scar notify Dumbledore immediately.
"Yeah, I'll write to them both right now." Harry responded. Ron handed him a quill and parchment from somewhere buried in his messy room. Harry began to scribble,
1 'Dear Sirius,
I got your letter. I thought that I should tell you that I my scar hurt this morning –I am at the Weasley's right now, and I was out cold for a while, so they tell me.' Here Harry went on to explain the 'dream' and then wrote, 'I am also writing to Professor Dumbledore, like you told me to.
See you later,
Harry'
"That should be fine." Harry told his friends. Then he picked up the second parchment and wrote a letter to Dumbledore.
'Dear Professor Dumbledore,
Hi, this is Harry. I got one of Sirus's letters and he said that I should contact you if my scar hurts.' Here Harry wrote what he saw, and continued on. 'I have also notified Sirius about this.
I will see you at school,
Harry'
He sent a Sirius's letter with Hedwig and Dumbledore's with Pig. Hooting happily, that she finally had something to do, Pig soared out of the open window, Hedwig right behind.
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Ok, Ok, I know that was chapter was a bit short but, I am experiencing a bit of a writers block so, bear with me! There will be some more on the next post!
Anyway,
Dedication- To Alex!!! Thank you!! You have inspired me to keep on updating!!
Here we go. . . . . . . . . .
"Master" Wormtail said frightfully, "When are we going to move?"
"Soon enough!" Voldemort half-yelled half-snapped at Pettigrew. He had just been recollecting that night he had been brought back to life, and another clash of anger, hatred and resentment towards the Potter boy rushed through him.
***************
Harry who had been unconscious yet seeing a clear vision of this gained consciousness quickly and screamed in pain, clutching his scar and hearing a very faint:
"Harry, are you al. . ." before slipping back into unconcousness.
***************
"Yes My Lord" muttered Peter before sulking away saying something about torture victims. . . As soon as Wormtail left, Voldemort took something out –a parchment- and muttered something into it.
Suddenly, a three-dimensional map of Hogwarts appeared, and tiny miniatures of Hogwarts teachers were there too, in their offices. But, the castle had no roof and glass floors, so he could see everything clearly. Harry noticed that there were no students in the space that said "not present and he assumed this was because there was not enough room for them. But, as his attention once again fell to Voldemort, he noticed him closing his eyes concentrating hard with his wand drawn out, chanting what seemed to be a incantation, over a small block of wood. Very slowly, Harry saw, to his dismay, a tiny miniature replica of him being made out of the block of wood from what seemed to be invisible hands. Harry stared in horror. That was very scary. Voldemort could locate him at Hogwarts. But, if he was at the Quidditch Pitch, could Voldemort see him?
As Harry tried to move forward to see, he found he couldn't. His feet were stuck to the ground. Staring hard, he realized that Hogwarts Grounds were not on the map. Looking at Voldemort, Harry noticed that he looked strained, and tired from making the miniature Harry. That helped him realize that the main reason the other students weren't there, it would take too much energy and magic to have them too.
As someone knocked on the door, Harry saw a very blurry version of Snape, walking in the room, and Voldemort showing him his model of the castle as he started to swim back into consciousness. Harry blinked and when he opened his eyes again, he saw Ron, Hermione, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, as well as Percy, Fred and George hovering over him.
"Give the poor boy some space!" Mrs. Weasley, snapped at all of her other children, and Hermione jumped back too. Mr. Weasley, who had gone to the kitchen to get a wet rag as soon as he saw Harry awaken, came running into the room, washcloth in hand. Mrs. Weasley took it from him and placed it on Harry's head. Harry felt much better.
"Voldemort-" he muttered weakly, but then stopped short. He couldn't tell his dream to all of the Weasleys. Then, Harry said louder, "I think that I'll go lie down," the Mrs. Weasley, who had been arguing quietly to Mr. Weasley about what Harry should do, replied,
"Well, if you're sure dear. . ."
"Oh," Hermione said hearing how Harry had started with 'Voldemort-' and sensed he wanted to tell them something said, "He does look like he needs some rest. . ." she then elbowed Ron hard and he nodded in assent saying,
"Yeah. . . you do look a bit tired. You can go lay down in my room!"
"Sounds good." Harry said, pleased that his friends caught on. Harry slowly got up, and walked up the flights of steps to Ron's room, with Ron leading and Hermione right behind. When they got to Ron's room, Harry told them what he had seen.
"Do you think that it's real? I mean, you're dream and all?" Ron questioned nervously.
"Don't be stupid Ron, of course it's real!" Hermione snapped, "aren't all of his other 'dreams' real?" Ron ignored this comment and went on,
"I could tell my dad about it and maybe he would know what to do."
"No, I'll just write to Sirius" Harry replied.
"Do you think that you should be writing to Dumbledore?" Hermione questioned. Harry hesitated he was about to say 'no' but then he remembered Sirius's letter. . . 'Id there are any problems with your scar notify Dumbledore immediately.
"Yeah, I'll write to them both right now." Harry responded. Ron handed him a quill and parchment from somewhere buried in his messy room. Harry began to scribble,
1 'Dear Sirius,
I got your letter. I thought that I should tell you that I my scar hurt this morning –I am at the Weasley's right now, and I was out cold for a while, so they tell me.' Here Harry went on to explain the 'dream' and then wrote, 'I am also writing to Professor Dumbledore, like you told me to.
See you later,
Harry'
"That should be fine." Harry told his friends. Then he picked up the second parchment and wrote a letter to Dumbledore.
'Dear Professor Dumbledore,
Hi, this is Harry. I got one of Sirus's letters and he said that I should contact you if my scar hurts.' Here Harry wrote what he saw, and continued on. 'I have also notified Sirius about this.
I will see you at school,
Harry'
He sent a Sirius's letter with Hedwig and Dumbledore's with Pig. Hooting happily, that she finally had something to do, Pig soared out of the open window, Hedwig right behind.
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Ok, Ok, I know that was chapter was a bit short but, I am experiencing a bit of a writers block so, bear with me! There will be some more on the next post!