A Daydream and visit to London
part one
by Caitlin
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"You have to understand...I've thought about this....I really think that you wouldn't understand unless you heard it this way....you have to understand the past to truly know the future..."he trailed off.
"What?"
"Just. Listen.."he said softly, and she nodded.
Harry Potter
was a sort of a mystery to the people at the orphanage in Big Hangleton.
At
this moment he sat on the stool in the library, his nose buried in
a book. To most it would be
something curious, a boy of seventeen years old, sitting in a chair
reading a book, not out and
about with his friends, but Harry Potter was different from other teenagers.
He spent most of
his time there. Sometimes he felt that books were his only friend.
When Harry had been
brought to the orphanage, he only had a few things in his pocket, and
one of them was a
photograph, of his parents..and although Harry swore that the photograph
had moved at
first..it then ceased to do so to everyone else.On the back was written,
Harry, Lily, and James
Potter. So at least he knew his name. But he didn't know anything else.
What he had been like
before they had found him in the burnt out shell of an old mansion
in Little Hangleton, in the
basement area, with a high fever. The doctors had told them it was
very severe, and after he
had recovered they had taken him the the orphanage, diagonsing him
with amnesia, and telling
him that in time his memories might return to him. He was day-dreaming
at the moment, and
sitting in a large chair.
He was
having the most peculier day-dream, somthing about letters coming
out of a
chimney. He was reaching for them, he seemed to be in a parlor of some
sort. He notcied the
three other people in the room, cowering in a corner, nad saw the younger
version of himself
getting a letter, and running down the hallway, the large beefy man
on one of the chairs
getting up and following him, and grabbing him, trying to get the letters.
"There
my letters! They're not yours!!!"he screamed, trying to get the letter
from the man,
who had had enough when letters started to pour into the mail slot
at a fast rate.
He
found these day dreams rather peculier, and dismissed them as not being
real fact.
After all, how many days did letters come out of your chimney in turrents?
he was snapped out
of his daydream by someones voice, and he looked up.
"Harry what are you doing??"it was his friend Matthew, and he glanced up.
" Er-Reading..have you ever
read the Hobbit??I think it's extraordinary,m"he said, trying to
dismiss the daydream that he was having,"imaging that these things
and places might exist
somewhere..."
"That's rubbish..but it would
be cool though.."his friend said, taking a seat at a chair next
to him.
"So, are you ready to go on vacation..it's gonna be wicked.."Matt said, and Harry grinned.
"Totally and completely,
I honestly can't stand this place any longer..."he said, and Matt
nodded vigorously.
"Well come on then...let's get a move on.."came someone's voice from down the hallway.
"Alright..we're coming.."Harry grabbed his bag, heading towards the bus.
He slept on the train, and
images flooded his mind, one in particular. He was in a large
cottage, a storm raging outside, and he was reading from a piece of
parchment.
"Dear Mr. Potter.."he was
younger, and staring at the letter in wonder,"We are pleased to
inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Wi-"
"Harry..Harry wake up, we're here.."Matt's voice flooded his mind.
"Alright Aunt Petunia.."the words slipped from his mouth like they were nothing.
"What did you say??"Matt said, chortling at him.
"I honestly don't know where
that came from.."Harry said, and looked at the station they
were approaching,"Geez.."he said in astonishment, and hurried towards
the front compartment
nad grabbed his bag, getting out when the train came to a halt.
"Stay with me you two..your
always running off to make trouble..."Jenna said to them, and
the three of them walked down the platform that they were on, nad Harry
bumped into a girl
about his age, that was carrying a cat, and dragging her trunk behind
her.
They both fell, and Harry
glanced up at the girl,"Im awfully sorry..I always seem to be
running into peop.."he stopped at the look on her face.
"Im sorry..do I know you.."she
was looking at him in astonishment,"Look, the least I can
do is help you up.."he gave her a hand up.
"Thank you.."she stuttered, still staring at him.
"Im not something in a zoo
that you oggle at you know..."she gave him a look of
annoyity,"I was only joking.."he said, and he heard Matt's voice.
"Harry??"Matt called,"Are
you coming, honestly your so slow sometimes.."he saw
Hermione and stopped,"Hi..Matt Jenkins...."
"Hermione Granger.."she got out.
"Come on Harry..hurry up..."Jenna
called, and as they walked away, Harry stared back at
Hermione, confused,he had known her..at some time...and he didn't know
how or why he would remember anything from before his accident.
She walked numbly towards
Ron, and he stared at her, confused.When she got to Ron
tears were streaming down her face in turrents.
"Herms..what's wrong.."he said gently, and kissed her forehead.
"Ha-Har..Harry.."she got out, and he hugged her.
"I miss him too.."
"No...I saw.."she trailed off, and fainted.
"Hermione.."Harry said quietly
to himself, and wrote the name down,"Hermione
Granger..where have I heard that name before??"he tried to fall asleep,
and when he did,
images again haunted his brain.