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Harry sat up in his bed at number 4 privet drive, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. He had had yet another vision of what could happen if Harry failed in murdering Voldemort. He was now really regretting not studying occlumency. But he then fell back on his pillow for another attempt at proper sleep. But this attempt was futile. The moment he drifted off, the visions filled his head again.
He saw Voldemort standing over over a dead Dumbledore. Then a limp figure of Ron weasley appeared, dangling by a rope on a tree, followed by the rest of his family dead in a pile around him. Next he found Hermione, not dead, but being tortured by a death eater. No, being raped by a death eater. This made Harry the maddest person ever to come across dreamland.
"Stop!" Harry yelled, and sure enough, the visions were gone, and he returned to the world of the conscious. He then decided that normal sleep would not be achieved that night, nor would the emptiness that he felt in his heart after the death of Sirius. He was sure that this was the reason that he could not fight off his dreams very well. Just then, Harry noticed a white snowy owl at the foot of his bed, but it was not hedwig.
Harry wondered whose it could be as he opened the letter. Once he got it open he recognized the handwriting and did something he hadn't done for a while now, he smiled.
Dear Harry,
Hey! How has your summer been so far? I know its only 3 days into the summer, but im still worried about you. (Harry scowled) Ever since his death you havnt been the same. Perhaps you could mail Luna? I mailed her and shes a really good friend now! I could see her as an addition to the trio! I could also see her and Ron getting along a lot better than him and I! hehe. But I have no right to judge you, as I have never felt what you are feeling right now. I know it must be awful, and just remember, I'm there if you ever need me. (Harries scowl was replaced by another smile)
With Love,
Hermione
Yes, Luna had helped, but he was sure that she wouldn't be much anymore. He need more than someone to talk to. He needed someone who loved him. And unfortunately, with him being famous, the possibility of finding someone who actually did love him and truly know and understand him was remote, unless he had more relatives that were being kept a secret from him.
Though that idea wasn't very likely, because after what happened last year, Dumbledore had told him everything, and was sure that he wouldn't have the nerve to hide yet another detail about himself. Harry might curse him into the next millennium!
Harry shook himself out of his deep stupor, slightly ashamed of the fact that he was already wanting someone to love him again, right after the death of Sirius. Besides, he had gone through tough stuff before! He put those so-called needs in the back of his heads and went downstairs to get an early jump on chores.
Ok, this is what I have so far. Tell me what you think. I think it's a great idea but whenever I get a great idea ( in my mind,) I never overdo it. I just wait for time to tell me whats right. Anyway. Please review.
Harry sat up in his bed at number 4 privet drive, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. He had had yet another vision of what could happen if Harry failed in murdering Voldemort. He was now really regretting not studying occlumency. But he then fell back on his pillow for another attempt at proper sleep. But this attempt was futile. The moment he drifted off, the visions filled his head again.
He saw Voldemort standing over over a dead Dumbledore. Then a limp figure of Ron weasley appeared, dangling by a rope on a tree, followed by the rest of his family dead in a pile around him. Next he found Hermione, not dead, but being tortured by a death eater. No, being raped by a death eater. This made Harry the maddest person ever to come across dreamland.
"Stop!" Harry yelled, and sure enough, the visions were gone, and he returned to the world of the conscious. He then decided that normal sleep would not be achieved that night, nor would the emptiness that he felt in his heart after the death of Sirius. He was sure that this was the reason that he could not fight off his dreams very well. Just then, Harry noticed a white snowy owl at the foot of his bed, but it was not hedwig.
Harry wondered whose it could be as he opened the letter. Once he got it open he recognized the handwriting and did something he hadn't done for a while now, he smiled.
Dear Harry,
Hey! How has your summer been so far? I know its only 3 days into the summer, but im still worried about you. (Harry scowled) Ever since his death you havnt been the same. Perhaps you could mail Luna? I mailed her and shes a really good friend now! I could see her as an addition to the trio! I could also see her and Ron getting along a lot better than him and I! hehe. But I have no right to judge you, as I have never felt what you are feeling right now. I know it must be awful, and just remember, I'm there if you ever need me. (Harries scowl was replaced by another smile)
With Love,
Hermione
Yes, Luna had helped, but he was sure that she wouldn't be much anymore. He need more than someone to talk to. He needed someone who loved him. And unfortunately, with him being famous, the possibility of finding someone who actually did love him and truly know and understand him was remote, unless he had more relatives that were being kept a secret from him.
Though that idea wasn't very likely, because after what happened last year, Dumbledore had told him everything, and was sure that he wouldn't have the nerve to hide yet another detail about himself. Harry might curse him into the next millennium!
Harry shook himself out of his deep stupor, slightly ashamed of the fact that he was already wanting someone to love him again, right after the death of Sirius. Besides, he had gone through tough stuff before! He put those so-called needs in the back of his heads and went downstairs to get an early jump on chores.
Ok, this is what I have so far. Tell me what you think. I think it's a great idea but whenever I get a great idea ( in my mind,) I never overdo it. I just wait for time to tell me whats right. Anyway. Please review.