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A young man far away awoke. The pain that he felt was unbearable. It was not only his head but he could feel the burning pain flow like waves over his body. "It must be the heat," he thought until he felt a scorching pain on this forehead threatening to split open his head. He starred at the ceiling, he had never felt pain here before. The bright red orange wizards flew in the moving pictures even in the middle of the night. This place was where he always felt safe. In the high tower, out in the plains, the only place were he felt he had a real family.
Voldermont, power was growing. It sacred Harry that his power has reached him in such a place like this. Volermont had to be stopped. With Harry's protection being gone he became closer to Voltermont than ever. Blood to blood. The thought made Harry throw up. He could be different from Voltermont. "Right?" And the fact that he stay with Aunt Petuna for a few of the pressush days off his summer. Harry thought trying to reassure himself. While Volermont was on the offence Harry could hide.
After the end of school last year Professor Dumbledore advise Harry to check into St. Muglos for a check up before the summer started to go into full swing. Harry was at first turned off to the idea, he did not need any help and although he was sad he knew that he was not depressed. And Harry was right, there were no serious problems. Harry was grateful for that.
His body started shaking again, the burning pain running from head to toe. He knew that it had to stop. Not only did Voltermont need to be stopped but this wave of sadness that seemed to hang around like a bad weather cloud over everyone's head.
The shutters of the tower room opened, and the wind sweep over him.
The attack was over.
Just then Harry turned to the bed next to him to hear Ron muttering in his sleep.
"Stop doing it so hard, Stop doing it so hard." Then the figure, under the blanket turned over.
The red sun was rising; a new day has started. At least that is what Harry hoped.
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A young man far away awoke. The pain that he felt was unbearable. It was not only his head but he could feel the burning pain flow like waves over his body. "It must be the heat," he thought until he felt a scorching pain on this forehead threatening to split open his head. He starred at the ceiling, he had never felt pain here before. The bright red orange wizards flew in the moving pictures even in the middle of the night. This place was where he always felt safe. In the high tower, out in the plains, the only place were he felt he had a real family.
Voldermont, power was growing. It sacred Harry that his power has reached him in such a place like this. Volermont had to be stopped. With Harry's protection being gone he became closer to Voltermont than ever. Blood to blood. The thought made Harry throw up. He could be different from Voltermont. "Right?" And the fact that he stay with Aunt Petuna for a few of the pressush days off his summer. Harry thought trying to reassure himself. While Volermont was on the offence Harry could hide.
After the end of school last year Professor Dumbledore advise Harry to check into St. Muglos for a check up before the summer started to go into full swing. Harry was at first turned off to the idea, he did not need any help and although he was sad he knew that he was not depressed. And Harry was right, there were no serious problems. Harry was grateful for that.
His body started shaking again, the burning pain running from head to toe. He knew that it had to stop. Not only did Voltermont need to be stopped but this wave of sadness that seemed to hang around like a bad weather cloud over everyone's head.
The shutters of the tower room opened, and the wind sweep over him.
The attack was over.
Just then Harry turned to the bed next to him to hear Ron muttering in his sleep.
"Stop doing it so hard, Stop doing it so hard." Then the figure, under the blanket turned over.
The red sun was rising; a new day has started. At least that is what Harry hoped.
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