Chapter One: The Dream
Harry raced across the room. It was dark and he could hardly see, but he knew he had to keep going.
"Come to me, Harry" A cold voice hissed.
"NEVER!" Harry yelled, starting to run.
"Do it NOW" Demanded the voice.
"NO!" Harry yelled louder.
He ran and ran, knowing he HAD to get away from the voice.
"Malfoy" The voice said coldly, "Catch the Potter boy"
Harry heard footsteps as the figure of Malfoy started to run after him.
"CRUCIO!" Malfoy yelled, his wand pointed at Harry.
Harry dodged the spell just in time.
"You won't catch me!" Harry snapped, without turning around.
"Fine then!" Malfoy yelled, "AVADA--"
"Petrificus Totalus!" Bellowed Harry.
The spell missed Malfoy by about an inch.
"Want to play like that, eh?" Malfoy called.
"Yes, as a matter-of-fact, I DO!" Snapped Harry, furiously.
"Coward" Said Malfoy darkly.
"Coward!?" Harry shouted, "You're the coward! Cowards join Voledemort!"
Malfoy flinched, Harry knew it.
"See, you're even afraid of a name! A name!"
"How dare a filthy half blood speak his name" Malfoy shouted angrily.
"How dare I?" Harry demanded, "How dare YOU!"
"Avada Ked--" Malfoy started to say, but Harry was faster.
"Stupefy!" Shouted Harry.
Malfoy fell to the floor, stunned.
"After him, Avery!" The cold voice ordered.
Harry heard footsteps, obviously this "Avery" person was running after him.
"When will this hallway end?" Harry asked himself.
He saw a door and threw it open, racing through it.
The room was dark and gloomy. There were shelves and shelves of potions and mixtures.
"What is this?" Harry asked.
"The room of Potion" Replied a voice.
Harry nearly fell over.
"Where...where are you?" He asked, starting to feel worried.
"Why, I am none other than Mibules Mycteh" The voice said proudly.
"I didn't say WHO are you" said Harry impatiently, the deatheaters would find him soon, "I said WHERE are you!"
He could feel Mibules Mycteh smiling.
"Why, I would tell your wand 'lumos' if I were you..."
"Lumos!" Harry said right away.
Right in front of him was a portrait of a tall and rather handsome man.
"You see me, Harry?" Mibules asked.
"You're...you're a PORTRAIT?" Harry cried.
"Well, you sound awfully surprised" Mibules said, "But I confess, I am. Most everyone knows that"
"Well I didn't" Harry said.
"Strange boy" Mibules started, "Oh my! The boy who lived!"
"Oh, yeah" Said Harry sourly, "Most everyone knows that..."
"Sarcastic" Mibules said, looking quite disappointed.
"No, sardonic" Harry said sarcasticly.
"I am quite right" Mibules said, "When I say 'sarcastic'"
"Fine" Harry said, "It's not like I'm--"
But he heard footsteps coming up to the door.
"Nice meeting you, Mibules, sorry about my 'sarcastic' self, see you later!" Harry said in one breath, and then took off.
He ran through the corridor, scared.
Finally he reached the end where there was seven doors each labeled with a day.
"Monday", "Tuesday", etc.
Harry chose "Monday" to go through.
"I wonder where I am..." he whispered.
"Stop!" A voice shouted.
Harry wheeled around, but before he could see who was yelling, he heard a voice say: "Crucio!"
Harry screamed in pain.
"Ha" The voice said.
Harry looked at his attacker and his mouth dropped open.
Peter Pettigrew stood, smirking happily.
"I saved your life!" Shouted Harry, "I wouldn't let Siruis kill you! Now he's dead and he never got a chance to give you what you deserve!"
"Yes, yes" Peter said, smirking still.
"YOU AREN'T REPAYING ME VERY WELL!" Harry yelled loudly.
"Ah, now" Peter said, grinning, "I'm not, you are right"
"And do you care?" Harry asked.
"Yes. I shall make your pain greater to make you happy..." Peter began, and before Harry could do anything he heard a loud "CRUCIO!" and Harry felt as though he wanted it to end...to stop...he wanted to just die and go away...it was the worst pain he had ever felt...his scar burned like it had never before, and he sat up.
He was in bed at number four Privet Drive and his hand was clutched around his scar as it burned.
Harry raced across the room. It was dark and he could hardly see, but he knew he had to keep going.
"Come to me, Harry" A cold voice hissed.
"NEVER!" Harry yelled, starting to run.
"Do it NOW" Demanded the voice.
"NO!" Harry yelled louder.
He ran and ran, knowing he HAD to get away from the voice.
"Malfoy" The voice said coldly, "Catch the Potter boy"
Harry heard footsteps as the figure of Malfoy started to run after him.
"CRUCIO!" Malfoy yelled, his wand pointed at Harry.
Harry dodged the spell just in time.
"You won't catch me!" Harry snapped, without turning around.
"Fine then!" Malfoy yelled, "AVADA--"
"Petrificus Totalus!" Bellowed Harry.
The spell missed Malfoy by about an inch.
"Want to play like that, eh?" Malfoy called.
"Yes, as a matter-of-fact, I DO!" Snapped Harry, furiously.
"Coward" Said Malfoy darkly.
"Coward!?" Harry shouted, "You're the coward! Cowards join Voledemort!"
Malfoy flinched, Harry knew it.
"See, you're even afraid of a name! A name!"
"How dare a filthy half blood speak his name" Malfoy shouted angrily.
"How dare I?" Harry demanded, "How dare YOU!"
"Avada Ked--" Malfoy started to say, but Harry was faster.
"Stupefy!" Shouted Harry.
Malfoy fell to the floor, stunned.
"After him, Avery!" The cold voice ordered.
Harry heard footsteps, obviously this "Avery" person was running after him.
"When will this hallway end?" Harry asked himself.
He saw a door and threw it open, racing through it.
The room was dark and gloomy. There were shelves and shelves of potions and mixtures.
"What is this?" Harry asked.
"The room of Potion" Replied a voice.
Harry nearly fell over.
"Where...where are you?" He asked, starting to feel worried.
"Why, I am none other than Mibules Mycteh" The voice said proudly.
"I didn't say WHO are you" said Harry impatiently, the deatheaters would find him soon, "I said WHERE are you!"
He could feel Mibules Mycteh smiling.
"Why, I would tell your wand 'lumos' if I were you..."
"Lumos!" Harry said right away.
Right in front of him was a portrait of a tall and rather handsome man.
"You see me, Harry?" Mibules asked.
"You're...you're a PORTRAIT?" Harry cried.
"Well, you sound awfully surprised" Mibules said, "But I confess, I am. Most everyone knows that"
"Well I didn't" Harry said.
"Strange boy" Mibules started, "Oh my! The boy who lived!"
"Oh, yeah" Said Harry sourly, "Most everyone knows that..."
"Sarcastic" Mibules said, looking quite disappointed.
"No, sardonic" Harry said sarcasticly.
"I am quite right" Mibules said, "When I say 'sarcastic'"
"Fine" Harry said, "It's not like I'm--"
But he heard footsteps coming up to the door.
"Nice meeting you, Mibules, sorry about my 'sarcastic' self, see you later!" Harry said in one breath, and then took off.
He ran through the corridor, scared.
Finally he reached the end where there was seven doors each labeled with a day.
"Monday", "Tuesday", etc.
Harry chose "Monday" to go through.
"I wonder where I am..." he whispered.
"Stop!" A voice shouted.
Harry wheeled around, but before he could see who was yelling, he heard a voice say: "Crucio!"
Harry screamed in pain.
"Ha" The voice said.
Harry looked at his attacker and his mouth dropped open.
Peter Pettigrew stood, smirking happily.
"I saved your life!" Shouted Harry, "I wouldn't let Siruis kill you! Now he's dead and he never got a chance to give you what you deserve!"
"Yes, yes" Peter said, smirking still.
"YOU AREN'T REPAYING ME VERY WELL!" Harry yelled loudly.
"Ah, now" Peter said, grinning, "I'm not, you are right"
"And do you care?" Harry asked.
"Yes. I shall make your pain greater to make you happy..." Peter began, and before Harry could do anything he heard a loud "CRUCIO!" and Harry felt as though he wanted it to end...to stop...he wanted to just die and go away...it was the worst pain he had ever felt...his scar burned like it had never before, and he sat up.
He was in bed at number four Privet Drive and his hand was clutched around his scar as it burned.
