Author's note: For everyone who sent a review, thank you very much. I hope everybody likes this chapter. The next one will probably be out by Wednesday, seeing that I've got schoolwork.
I was on a sofa in a strange room when I woke up. I heard a crackling, and slowly opened my eyes to see a blazing fire. Flames shot between the logs like waves crashing between rocks in a jetty. This definitely was not my cupboard. I sat up to look at my surroundings. It was too big to be my cupboard. I turned around to see the walls behind me were dark, neatly lined with colored stripes flickering in the firelight. I stared, trying to make sense of it. I rubbed my eyes and noticed I didn't have my glasses. I felt around but I couldn't find them. Then, I noticed a low table in front of the fire. I thought I could make out the shape of my glasses on the glass top of the table. I slid off the sofa as quietly as possible and put one foot down on a polished wood floor. I proceeded slowly to the table - I didn't want to wake up the people in this house, especially, when I couldn't see anything clearly. I reached the table and picked up my glasses. They had been neatly folded.
I put them on; I could see a beautiful room. The fire seemed to light the whole room with warmth. I looked back to see that the flickering stripes were books, in bookcase beside bookcase. It was a wall of bookcases! These people definitely liked reading.
The sofas were leather; soft, and the color of yellow parchment.
I heard voices coming from the other room, they sounded so… familiar, but why?
"When do you think he will wake up, Lily?" the man said. I heard his footsteps approach the door.
"I'm not quite sure, but don't you dare wake him up." The woman said. Her voice choked up on the last words. She sounded as if she was about to cry, but she went on. "James, I'm scared. What if he doesn't like me? What if he doesn't remember us?
What if he is mad at us, and thinks we just didn't come for him? As if we could have!" Her voice had some anger in it at that point.
"I wasn't going to wake him, I just wanted to look at him!" The man said.
"Well, you can look at him when he wakes up."
"Do you really think it's him, Lily?" the man sounded very serious.
"Yes, I know its Harry.
"So do I. It's just that it is like a dream, something I've wanted to be real for so long, that now that I have it, I don't want to believer it if it's not going to last. Lilly, what if we go to sleep tonight having him here, and wake up tomorrow and it's all gone?"
I took three steps toward the door. I wanted to look at them. Were they talking about me? Then, I tripped over the same big black dog that had been the park. The dog did not flinch, but it was like hitting a brick wall, and I fell backwards with a thud.
"Oh no, they probably heard that." I held my breath, expecting my uncle to burst in, purple fury on his face… but instead I heard a concerned voice.
"I'll go check, Lilly," said the man, and a moment later, light crept into the room as I heard the door open.