Disclaimer: All belongs to J.K. Rowling... *sulks*
It was summer, and Harry was finally back at the Burrow. Hermione and Harry, as usual, were there for the rest of the summer holidays.
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"RON! HARRY! Get to bed right now!" screamed Mrs. Weasley.
Harry and Ron reluctantly put away their game of wizard's chess and climbed into bed.
"Night Harry," yawned Ron. "Night," grunted Harry.
Harry turned over in his bed and stared at the wall. Eventually, he drifted off into an uneasy sleep....
* "Come on, you can do better than that!" his voice echoing around the cavernous room.
The second jet of light hit him squarely on the chest. The laughter had not quite yet died from his face, but his were wide in shock.
Harry released Neville, though he was not aware of doing so. He was jumping down the steps and pulling out his wand.
It took Sirius an age to fall: his body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backwards through the ragged veil hanging from the arch...
"SIRIUS!" *
Harry sat up in his bed suddenly, shaking and sweating. The dream had come back again, that horrible dream that had haunted him since the night of Sirius's death.
He had been trying to forget the fact that Sirius was gone from the world, but the dream had just made him realize how much he missed his godfather.
Harry groaned and rubbed his eyes. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was only 2:17 am. He groaned again and fell back into his bed. He wanted to go to sleep, but going to sleep might mean that he had to witness Sirius's death again...
Try as he did, he could not keep himself awake. Slowly, slowly, his eyes drifted close...
It was summer, and Harry was finally back at the Burrow. Hermione and Harry, as usual, were there for the rest of the summer holidays.
~*~
"RON! HARRY! Get to bed right now!" screamed Mrs. Weasley.
Harry and Ron reluctantly put away their game of wizard's chess and climbed into bed.
"Night Harry," yawned Ron. "Night," grunted Harry.
Harry turned over in his bed and stared at the wall. Eventually, he drifted off into an uneasy sleep....
* "Come on, you can do better than that!" his voice echoing around the cavernous room.
The second jet of light hit him squarely on the chest. The laughter had not quite yet died from his face, but his were wide in shock.
Harry released Neville, though he was not aware of doing so. He was jumping down the steps and pulling out his wand.
It took Sirius an age to fall: his body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backwards through the ragged veil hanging from the arch...
"SIRIUS!" *
Harry sat up in his bed suddenly, shaking and sweating. The dream had come back again, that horrible dream that had haunted him since the night of Sirius's death.
He had been trying to forget the fact that Sirius was gone from the world, but the dream had just made him realize how much he missed his godfather.
Harry groaned and rubbed his eyes. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was only 2:17 am. He groaned again and fell back into his bed. He wanted to go to sleep, but going to sleep might mean that he had to witness Sirius's death again...
Try as he did, he could not keep himself awake. Slowly, slowly, his eyes drifted close...