TWOLUCKY DREAMS
Hundreds of miles away from where Black and Dumbledore stood talking in the middle of the Great Hall, Harry Potter was tossing and turning fitfully in his sleep. His navy blue sheets were twisted around him, and Harry's scar seemed to glow in the lightening that kept lighting up his room.
Harry, fast asleep, was having one of the most horrible dreams of his life. It seemed to be a mix of all of the terrible things that'd happened to him, plus more. Somewhere, deep in the recesses of Harry's mind, he knew he was dreaming. But he just couldn't wake up.
The dream Harry was lying in a cold, dark room. Something wasn't right- he knew it. He cried out, but the sound of his cries shocked him- it was a baby's cry. Harry was only one year old, in his house in Godric's Hollow, on the very night his parents met their fateful end.
Harry continued to cry, loudly, though he wasn't heard over the wind. Downstairs, James and Lily Potter were searching spellbooks desperately, trying to find something-anything to save them, but most imporatantly, their baby boy up the stairs.
The wind stopped. Everything around baby Harry was silent- an eery, creepy silence that chilled Harry more than the cold. He cried louder, desperate to be heard-
A crash echoed from downstairs, and Harry's father's voice sounded from the sitting room:
"It's him! It's no good, Lily, we're out of time! Run, run and save Harry! I'll try to hold him off."
With a boom of thunder, the storm errupted again, just as the door to the Potters' household flung open-and Voldemort stepped inside.
Lily Potter raced up the stairs, blocking out the sounds of her husband and the dark lord dueling downstairs. She burst into Harry's room, pulling Harry desperatly from his bed and running about the room with him, looking for a way out-
A cackling laugh. Harry's mother's shouts as she put Harry on the floor behind her, screaming, "Please, not Harry, don't, take me instead-'' Another laugh. A shouted curse. A wand pointed at Harry's head, and a bright, green light burst from the end of the wand-
Harry was picked up from the floor of his bedroom, feeling as though he'd been thrown through this vortex of green light. When he landed, he was tied to a gravestone which read "Tom Riddle." Lord Voldemort was standing before him.the green light flashed again-
Harry was floating in the air, Voldemort in front of him, echos of the people Voldemort had killed floating around, telling him to hang on-
The green light flashed again, and Harry saw himself in the chamber of secrets, battling a gigantic, writhing serpant as a handsome young boy stood off in the corner and laughed-
Again, the green light- and Fawkes the Phoenix flew out of it, dropping the sorting hat to Harry, to save his life-
The green light flashed again, and Voldemort's voice echoed in his head, "you've been lucky, Harry Potter."
The green light pierced through Harry's eyes and mind as Harry sat bolt upright in bed. Sweat was pouring down his body and his was scar burning as badly as the day he'd received it.
Harry yelled as a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a deafening boom of thunder. Harry's scar burned terribly, so badly that Harry's eyes were watering. Harry dragged himself out of bed, in a daze. The pain began to let up, though only slightly. Harry dropped to the floor, hands on his scar. He wished it would go away, wished with all his might that it would fade-
Suddenly, the rain began to die down. The thunder rolled away, and the lightning flashed itself out. Harry's scar stopped burning.
Harry lay curled up on his floor, clutching the scar though it hurt no more. He stayed that way for awhile, mind recalling the horrible events in Harry's life that he'd just been forced to revisit. All the while that he lay there, a voice whispered so softly in the back of his mind that Harry barely head it, "you've been lucky."
Nearly a quarter of an hour later, Harry sat up slowly, as if expecting his scar to cripple him again. When he was completely upright, he looked around the room, getting his bearings. Finally, he stood, pushing his hair back from his face. He traced a finger gingerly along his scar, thinking about his dream.
Immediately, as though someone had suddenly commanded him, Harry walked quickly over to his desk and pulled out a pen. On a regular piece of Muggle computer paper, Harry wrote a brief note-
Professor, had horrible nightmares of Voldemort. Woke up with scar burning. Re-lived last night with mum and dad. Please write. -Harry
Harry quickly rolled up the note, then tied it to a sleeping Hedwig's leg. She jolted awake and screeched at him, startled. He waved a hand as though to say, "come off it" and began writing another, longer note.
Sirius- Had horrible dreams. Woke up minutes ago with my scar burning blindingly. Dreampt of Voldemort killing Mum and Dad. Then of last meeting with him. Then chamber of secrets. What do you think all of this means? What should I do? Hope you're well. -Harry
Harry tied this last note to Hedwig, too. Pointing at the left one, he said "Dumbledore," and then to the right, saying, "Sirius." Hedwig hooted, a bit angry with Harry for waking him up, but she took off out the window anyway.
Harry watched her go, shadow disappearing into the distance. His mind was numb, and he had strength and energy to think only one thought before he climbed back into bed: //Voldemort's back.//
A/N: how you like? Yes? No? I be havin mucho fun writin this, review if u like, read a different story if you don't! This is gonna take a little while to write, im thinkin, so try to be patient! Thanks much! ~Cassiopia
Hundreds of miles away from where Black and Dumbledore stood talking in the middle of the Great Hall, Harry Potter was tossing and turning fitfully in his sleep. His navy blue sheets were twisted around him, and Harry's scar seemed to glow in the lightening that kept lighting up his room.
Harry, fast asleep, was having one of the most horrible dreams of his life. It seemed to be a mix of all of the terrible things that'd happened to him, plus more. Somewhere, deep in the recesses of Harry's mind, he knew he was dreaming. But he just couldn't wake up.
The dream Harry was lying in a cold, dark room. Something wasn't right- he knew it. He cried out, but the sound of his cries shocked him- it was a baby's cry. Harry was only one year old, in his house in Godric's Hollow, on the very night his parents met their fateful end.
Harry continued to cry, loudly, though he wasn't heard over the wind. Downstairs, James and Lily Potter were searching spellbooks desperately, trying to find something-anything to save them, but most imporatantly, their baby boy up the stairs.
The wind stopped. Everything around baby Harry was silent- an eery, creepy silence that chilled Harry more than the cold. He cried louder, desperate to be heard-
A crash echoed from downstairs, and Harry's father's voice sounded from the sitting room:
"It's him! It's no good, Lily, we're out of time! Run, run and save Harry! I'll try to hold him off."
With a boom of thunder, the storm errupted again, just as the door to the Potters' household flung open-and Voldemort stepped inside.
Lily Potter raced up the stairs, blocking out the sounds of her husband and the dark lord dueling downstairs. She burst into Harry's room, pulling Harry desperatly from his bed and running about the room with him, looking for a way out-
A cackling laugh. Harry's mother's shouts as she put Harry on the floor behind her, screaming, "Please, not Harry, don't, take me instead-'' Another laugh. A shouted curse. A wand pointed at Harry's head, and a bright, green light burst from the end of the wand-
Harry was picked up from the floor of his bedroom, feeling as though he'd been thrown through this vortex of green light. When he landed, he was tied to a gravestone which read "Tom Riddle." Lord Voldemort was standing before him.the green light flashed again-
Harry was floating in the air, Voldemort in front of him, echos of the people Voldemort had killed floating around, telling him to hang on-
The green light flashed again, and Harry saw himself in the chamber of secrets, battling a gigantic, writhing serpant as a handsome young boy stood off in the corner and laughed-
Again, the green light- and Fawkes the Phoenix flew out of it, dropping the sorting hat to Harry, to save his life-
The green light flashed again, and Voldemort's voice echoed in his head, "you've been lucky, Harry Potter."
The green light pierced through Harry's eyes and mind as Harry sat bolt upright in bed. Sweat was pouring down his body and his was scar burning as badly as the day he'd received it.
Harry yelled as a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a deafening boom of thunder. Harry's scar burned terribly, so badly that Harry's eyes were watering. Harry dragged himself out of bed, in a daze. The pain began to let up, though only slightly. Harry dropped to the floor, hands on his scar. He wished it would go away, wished with all his might that it would fade-
Suddenly, the rain began to die down. The thunder rolled away, and the lightning flashed itself out. Harry's scar stopped burning.
Harry lay curled up on his floor, clutching the scar though it hurt no more. He stayed that way for awhile, mind recalling the horrible events in Harry's life that he'd just been forced to revisit. All the while that he lay there, a voice whispered so softly in the back of his mind that Harry barely head it, "you've been lucky."
Nearly a quarter of an hour later, Harry sat up slowly, as if expecting his scar to cripple him again. When he was completely upright, he looked around the room, getting his bearings. Finally, he stood, pushing his hair back from his face. He traced a finger gingerly along his scar, thinking about his dream.
Immediately, as though someone had suddenly commanded him, Harry walked quickly over to his desk and pulled out a pen. On a regular piece of Muggle computer paper, Harry wrote a brief note-
Professor, had horrible nightmares of Voldemort. Woke up with scar burning. Re-lived last night with mum and dad. Please write. -Harry
Harry quickly rolled up the note, then tied it to a sleeping Hedwig's leg. She jolted awake and screeched at him, startled. He waved a hand as though to say, "come off it" and began writing another, longer note.
Sirius- Had horrible dreams. Woke up minutes ago with my scar burning blindingly. Dreampt of Voldemort killing Mum and Dad. Then of last meeting with him. Then chamber of secrets. What do you think all of this means? What should I do? Hope you're well. -Harry
Harry tied this last note to Hedwig, too. Pointing at the left one, he said "Dumbledore," and then to the right, saying, "Sirius." Hedwig hooted, a bit angry with Harry for waking him up, but she took off out the window anyway.
Harry watched her go, shadow disappearing into the distance. His mind was numb, and he had strength and energy to think only one thought before he climbed back into bed: //Voldemort's back.//
A/N: how you like? Yes? No? I be havin mucho fun writin this, review if u like, read a different story if you don't! This is gonna take a little while to write, im thinkin, so try to be patient! Thanks much! ~Cassiopia