Harry Potter and the Light of Santorini
"Get up! Oh dear God, get up!" a woman sitting on the end of a bed shook a body violently. It was dark and gloomy. Nothing could be seen except the woman shaking the person, like some lifeless rag doll. It seemed as if a single moonbeam shined, spotlighting the absurd scene.
"Wake up, wake up!" She tried to rouse the lifeless figure. Suddenly the limp body became stiff and sat up.
"Mother, what's going on? What's happening?" the woman stopped shaking the person, and it could be seen clearly that the person was a girl. An older girl, perhaps sixteen. Her face was hidden in shadow.
"He's coming, right now. I saw it, I saw it in my vision."
" Mother, what are you talking about? Who's coming?" The girl seemed to be still half-asleep.
"Him." The look of pure terror etched on the older woman's face was suddenly reflected in the face of her daughter.
Pain. A quick stab of fire.
"W-what do I do? What do I do?" The girl's voice rose, cracking. She was panicky.
"You have to leave. Right now. You have to go."
"What? No! I can't leave you! He'll kill you, he'll kill you!"
"I'll flee! I'll hide! But it doesn't matter, you must keep the light safe."
More pain. This time it seemed to tear.
"Where can I go?"
The girl's mother froze, pondering the answer to her daughter's question. Her gaze then shifted to her daughter's eyes.
"You know who you must go to." The girl understood, but they dared not say it allowed for fear that He would hear and follow the girl.
"Take the money, all of it. Take a cab and go the airport. When you get to –", she caught herself before naming her daughter's destination. "When you get there, you must go to the train station. And find platfor-"
The girl cut her off, "I know, mother." Her mother swept her up and held her.
"I love you, so much." She whispered with tears streaming down her face.
The pain became more intense.
The girl began to sob. "I love you too mother." Her mother untangled herself from her daughter's embrace. She stiffened and listened.
"He's coming. Go. Now!"
Still in her nightclothes the girl leapt up and reached under her bed and pulled up a small suitcase. It was packed with clothes and their money. They were prepared for this day. It was inevitable.
"I love you!" The girl cried as she wrenched the door open and ran into the night. Her mother watched her fade into darkness. The woman pulled out a wand. Cool and composed she braced herself by the door. And then the dark thing came. Like a draft his presence seeped through cracks in the door. The door burst open.
"Where is the girl?" The thing, for he could not be called a man, hissed. His face wasn't visible for he wore a cloak.
"You bastard. You can go to hell. I won't tell you anything!"
"You stupid, foolish woman. I will show you pain beyond imagining and you will tell me everything."
"Never." The woman raised her wand and turned it so that it pointed at her own chest, like a dagger, "I'd rather die."
"NO!" But before the thing could stop her she shrieked "AVADA KEDAVRA!" Green light shot out and the woman dropped to the ground, dead, her face frozen in a triumphant glare.
And the pain was so intense he felt his head would split apart. Harry Potter woke, ready to scream. The blinding pain rushing and tearing through his scar. He clutched his forehead until the pain eased then got out of his four poster bed and went to a water basin and got a glass of water. Rubbing his scar Harry went back over to his bedside table and picked up his glasses and put them on. Harry could see his best friend Ron, groggily sitting up in bed.
"Harry, do you know what time it is!"
"Sorry I waked ya' Ron. I had a….a bad dream."
"A dream? What kind of dream?" Ron said loudly, suddenly alert. Harry's dreams were rarely good news.
"Shhh. You'll wake everyone up! Well," he whispered "it was weird. It was dark and it seemed cold. There was this woman, and she woke her daughter up and told her she had to leave because, he was coming. And she told her daughter to leave 'cause He wanted the…what was it…the "light". And the woman told her that she knew where to go and the girl ran. And then He came and the mother…killed herself so she wouldn't tell him where her daughter went."
Ron was silent, then, "Why can't you have normal dreams Harry? I mean what's that. You dream about this "he" coming. You dreamt about somebody killing themselves, for chri'sake!"
"Ron, it was another one of those dreams! The ones that tell me something's happening!"
"You don't even know if it's real! Like you said it could just be a bad dream!" Ron knew though, deep down, that it was real. Harry had had dreams like this before.
"And who was that he guy."
"Ron, it was Voldemort." Ron went pale and lay back on his bed.
"What happened to that girl?"
"I don't know. But I'm pretty sure she's not dead. I would've felt it."
"What do you think that "light" thing is? Sounds a bit creepy, if you ask me."
" I don't know, but if Voldemort's after it then we know it's powerful." Harry paused a moment. "And very dangerous."