If I Die Before I Wake
……
Harry walked along a narrow, darkened corridor, his wand out. He was tense, ready to fight. His emerald green eyes gleamed, his chin raised a notch, a determined look on his face. He spun around, his heart jumping to his throat as a cloaked figure appeared, a wand held by a hand with long, tapered fingers.
"Nice to see you came"
The cold voice said, a trace of smugness in it. Harrys' upper lip lifted in a sneer.
"What are you doing here? You weren't invited"
Harry said scathingly, tightening his grip on his wand.
"Nuh uh uh"
Voldemort said, shaking a finger at him, looking amused.
"Don't do anything stupid or you'll end up with your beloved god father"
Harry let out a cry of rage, flinging himself on Voldemort. How dare he talk about Sirius. How dare he be there. How dare he tell him, Harry what to do.
"Don't be foolish boy"
Voldemort snapped, side stepping Harry and watching as he stumbled and regained his balance. A part of Harry was wondering why Voldemort wasn't killing him then and there…why he was bothering to make small talk. But another [larger] part of him simply didn't care. The Dark Lord looked at him with disdain.
"You fool"
He whispered, muttering something, then vanishing. A sudden pain on his wrist caused Harry to look down and as he raised his wrist to the light he saw a small, lightning bolt shaped burn.
Harry awoke with a start and sat bolt upright, his clothes soaked with sweat, his breathing irregular, his heart thumping wildly and his wrist stinging as if burnt.
