Chapter 1: Dream, Dream, Dream
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Harry Potter awoke with a start.
Two days before his birthday, Harry was lying awake in the middle of the night, risen by a dream.
It hadn't been a nightmare; no, nightmares were scary. This dream wasn't scary. It wasn't even bad. This had just been...weird. This dream consisted of an old man; a strange old man of whom he'd never seen in his life. The man was fairly tall, extremely thin, and had a bald head. Where he did have hair it was white, and he wore a Muggle suit. The man had given Harry an envelope, told him to open and not to expect, and left with a final wink.
Then Harry woke up.
The first thing he thought he ought to do was to tell his godfather, Sirius. But he knew instantly that Sirius would worry (Harry's dreams caused nearly everyone to worry), and Harry did not want that in the least. Especially if there was no reason to be doing so.
Harry's next inclination was to write to one of his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. They had met in school, and they had been best friends since nearly the start. Harry had a hunch that, if he wrote to either, he should write to Ron. Ron wouldn't make a big deal out of it. But he knew Hermione would. She would act like an adult, telling him to write to their school headmaster, and even to Sirius.
There was, of course, a reason for this.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were not ordinary teenagers. As a matter of fact, they were the farthest thing from ordinary. They were wizards.
It had been when Harry was a little baby of no more than a year old the Dark Lord of the wizarding world, Lord Voldemort, had been on a major rise to power. It was mass destruction; murders, torture, kidnap, and above all, fear. One night, Voldemort had come to baby Harry's home and killed his parents. But when Voldemort raised his accursed wand to Harry, nothing happened (with the minor exception of a lightening bolt-shaped scar on the center of his forehead). Voldemort fled at once, diminished to near nothingness, and Harry Potter was instantly known throughout the wizarding world as "The Boy Who Lived".
However, Harry never knew any of this till he was eleven years old. He had been sent to live wit the Dursleys, his only family left in the world. They were horrible to him, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon . They were at a constant to spoil Harry's horrid cousin, Dudley, made him sleep in a cupboard under the stairs for eleven years of his life, and did a number of other things.
Then, one day, Harry received a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and was taken into a life-changing world which he never would have thought existed. He met his best friends, with whom he'd faced life and death situations (as well as the petty ones) with every year they had known one another. But, in their most recent year at Hogwarts (their 4th), Voldemort had begun another rise to power, this time with more protection and aids than ever before. It was now that everyone, including his best friends, was to be worried.
Harry raised himself from the bed, resolving not to write to anyone, and looked out the window from the Dursley's home on Privet Drive. He hated summer holidays, only because he was forced to spend them here. Harry felt his brow furrowing and told himself to relax. In two days time he would not only turn fifteen, but also get a very excellent birthday present. He was going to finish his summer holidays at the Weasley's.
Harry smiled for what might have been the first time in days. Good, he thought. Very good. ********************* Okay, this is just a starter. I really want to know what you all think, though, so PLEASE review. And remember to be honest. I know there's not really much plot yet, but trust me, I've got sooooo much planned, including some R/H romance!
REVIEW PLEEEASE!
Harry Potter awoke with a start.
Two days before his birthday, Harry was lying awake in the middle of the night, risen by a dream.
It hadn't been a nightmare; no, nightmares were scary. This dream wasn't scary. It wasn't even bad. This had just been...weird. This dream consisted of an old man; a strange old man of whom he'd never seen in his life. The man was fairly tall, extremely thin, and had a bald head. Where he did have hair it was white, and he wore a Muggle suit. The man had given Harry an envelope, told him to open and not to expect, and left with a final wink.
Then Harry woke up.
The first thing he thought he ought to do was to tell his godfather, Sirius. But he knew instantly that Sirius would worry (Harry's dreams caused nearly everyone to worry), and Harry did not want that in the least. Especially if there was no reason to be doing so.
Harry's next inclination was to write to one of his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. They had met in school, and they had been best friends since nearly the start. Harry had a hunch that, if he wrote to either, he should write to Ron. Ron wouldn't make a big deal out of it. But he knew Hermione would. She would act like an adult, telling him to write to their school headmaster, and even to Sirius.
There was, of course, a reason for this.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were not ordinary teenagers. As a matter of fact, they were the farthest thing from ordinary. They were wizards.
It had been when Harry was a little baby of no more than a year old the Dark Lord of the wizarding world, Lord Voldemort, had been on a major rise to power. It was mass destruction; murders, torture, kidnap, and above all, fear. One night, Voldemort had come to baby Harry's home and killed his parents. But when Voldemort raised his accursed wand to Harry, nothing happened (with the minor exception of a lightening bolt-shaped scar on the center of his forehead). Voldemort fled at once, diminished to near nothingness, and Harry Potter was instantly known throughout the wizarding world as "The Boy Who Lived".
However, Harry never knew any of this till he was eleven years old. He had been sent to live wit the Dursleys, his only family left in the world. They were horrible to him, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon . They were at a constant to spoil Harry's horrid cousin, Dudley, made him sleep in a cupboard under the stairs for eleven years of his life, and did a number of other things.
Then, one day, Harry received a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and was taken into a life-changing world which he never would have thought existed. He met his best friends, with whom he'd faced life and death situations (as well as the petty ones) with every year they had known one another. But, in their most recent year at Hogwarts (their 4th), Voldemort had begun another rise to power, this time with more protection and aids than ever before. It was now that everyone, including his best friends, was to be worried.
Harry raised himself from the bed, resolving not to write to anyone, and looked out the window from the Dursley's home on Privet Drive. He hated summer holidays, only because he was forced to spend them here. Harry felt his brow furrowing and told himself to relax. In two days time he would not only turn fifteen, but also get a very excellent birthday present. He was going to finish his summer holidays at the Weasley's.
Harry smiled for what might have been the first time in days. Good, he thought. Very good. ********************* Okay, this is just a starter. I really want to know what you all think, though, so PLEASE review. And remember to be honest. I know there's not really much plot yet, but trust me, I've got sooooo much planned, including some R/H romance!
REVIEW PLEEEASE!