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Prologue 3: In Which He Dreamed
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He woke up with his hand pressed to the cursed scar on his forehead, gasping harshly for air. Had he been anyone else or even himself a year ago he would have woken up screaming his heart out. After several minutes during which only his harsh breathing could be heard in the dormitory he shared with the rest of the boys in his year and house, he slowly crawled of the bed, absentmindedly shoving a hand through his sweat-tousled hair. "What was that?" he whispered to himself as he silently walked over to the window and curled up on the large sill. As he looked out the window he caught the faint mirror-image lurking in the dark pane, his green eyes were wide and somewhat panicky, otherwise they had returned to normal.
He blinked as he realized his ears were showing again. He sighed and set about re-casting the illusion charm he had been using on them since the start of the sixth year to hide the points they had suddenly sprouted. Harry sighed slightly and lowered his wand again once the charm was completed. He was glad no-one else had seen his ears as they were something more to set him apart from the rest.
The raven-haired boy reluctantly turned his thoughts to his dream again. He couldn't remember all that much about it but what he did remember made him shiver.
It had been summer and all the seventh year students, he among them, had been gathered outside the castle for some games and activities since they had completed their NEWTs and were waiting for the results.
Then the explosions had started and Death Eaters had streamed onto the castle grounds. After that he couldn't quite remember what had happened since everything was a blur of fleeing students, hexes, charms and unforgivables. Somehow he ended up facing Voldemort and duelled with him, unfortunately he seemed to be losing and just when the Dark Lord was about to kill him Harry was tackled by a redheaded girl with pointed ears like his own. And then they were falling.
Harry shook his head to clear it, and then he sighed again and slid off the sill and quietly walked back to his bed. He laid back down on top of the covers, he didn't think he'd get any more sleep tonight.
(end prologue 3)
Prologue 3: In Which He Dreamed
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He woke up with his hand pressed to the cursed scar on his forehead, gasping harshly for air. Had he been anyone else or even himself a year ago he would have woken up screaming his heart out. After several minutes during which only his harsh breathing could be heard in the dormitory he shared with the rest of the boys in his year and house, he slowly crawled of the bed, absentmindedly shoving a hand through his sweat-tousled hair. "What was that?" he whispered to himself as he silently walked over to the window and curled up on the large sill. As he looked out the window he caught the faint mirror-image lurking in the dark pane, his green eyes were wide and somewhat panicky, otherwise they had returned to normal.
He blinked as he realized his ears were showing again. He sighed and set about re-casting the illusion charm he had been using on them since the start of the sixth year to hide the points they had suddenly sprouted. Harry sighed slightly and lowered his wand again once the charm was completed. He was glad no-one else had seen his ears as they were something more to set him apart from the rest.
The raven-haired boy reluctantly turned his thoughts to his dream again. He couldn't remember all that much about it but what he did remember made him shiver.
It had been summer and all the seventh year students, he among them, had been gathered outside the castle for some games and activities since they had completed their NEWTs and were waiting for the results.
Then the explosions had started and Death Eaters had streamed onto the castle grounds. After that he couldn't quite remember what had happened since everything was a blur of fleeing students, hexes, charms and unforgivables. Somehow he ended up facing Voldemort and duelled with him, unfortunately he seemed to be losing and just when the Dark Lord was about to kill him Harry was tackled by a redheaded girl with pointed ears like his own. And then they were falling.
Harry shook his head to clear it, and then he sighed again and slid off the sill and quietly walked back to his bed. He laid back down on top of the covers, he didn't think he'd get any more sleep tonight.
(end prologue 3)