Harry was too tired to think of the last letter. Harry made sure everything
was put away, and then went to bed.
Harry awoke with a startle, and then a few minutes later he heard a knock. The knock was at the door. He had looked outside, through the window. A small figure could be seen. The figure looked right at Harry. His eyes were glowing. His uncle and aunt awoke. As the figure knocked again, his eyes were locked on Harry. Harry's eyes were stuck on the figure. Uncle Vernon was heard opening the door and saying, "Who are you, and why do you disturb me?" Harry couldn't hear what the figure had whispered. The figure advanced inside. Harry heard footsteps coming from the hall. The dark figure was now in Harry's room. It was completely visible and recognizable. "Avada Kedavra" whispered the figure. Harry saw a flash of green light, and a rushing sound reached his ears.
Harry sat up. Was he dead? Harry looked around and saw his dresser, and window. He rushed to the window. Nothing was there. A sigh of relief came from Harry as he relaxed and let go of the grip on his wand. He had always slept with his wand. Harry noticed that his shirt was wet, with sweat. It was only a nightmare.
Harry looked over at the calendar, then the time (3:30 am). He tried going to sleep. He couldn't. He just lay there. About half an hour later, Harry fell back to sleep.
Harry awoke with a startle, and then a few minutes later he heard a knock. The knock was at the door. He had looked outside, through the window. A small figure could be seen. The figure looked right at Harry. His eyes were glowing. His uncle and aunt awoke. As the figure knocked again, his eyes were locked on Harry. Harry's eyes were stuck on the figure. Uncle Vernon was heard opening the door and saying, "Who are you, and why do you disturb me?" Harry couldn't hear what the figure had whispered. The figure advanced inside. Harry heard footsteps coming from the hall. The dark figure was now in Harry's room. It was completely visible and recognizable. "Avada Kedavra" whispered the figure. Harry saw a flash of green light, and a rushing sound reached his ears.
Harry sat up. Was he dead? Harry looked around and saw his dresser, and window. He rushed to the window. Nothing was there. A sigh of relief came from Harry as he relaxed and let go of the grip on his wand. He had always slept with his wand. Harry noticed that his shirt was wet, with sweat. It was only a nightmare.
Harry looked over at the calendar, then the time (3:30 am). He tried going to sleep. He couldn't. He just lay there. About half an hour later, Harry fell back to sleep.