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Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching, he heard the door swing open, and Ron walked in. "Harry! I've been looking for you everywhere, guess wh -" But Harry cut across him, his voice firm. "Go away." he said. Ron looked suprised and taken aback. "But Harry! I've just f - " Harry had had enough, he wanted to be alone. He pulled out his wand and yelled, "GET OUT! AND LEAVE ME ALONE!" He pointed his wand straight at Ron, who looked stunned. "What's up, Harry?" But Harry raised his wand above his head, and Ron ran out of the room. There were tears in his eyes and he just slumped down onto the chair, sobbing. His father...his father had died trying to protect who he thought was his son...and his mother...she had betrayed them, she had lied. He felt a wave of fury swept over him, but his exhaustion had sent him off to sleep. Harry was running through a house, an old one with old-fashioned walls and furniture. He felt cold and nervous inside the large house, and wanted to find the exit, but there wasn't one. He turned a corner and saw a large, oak door. He pelted towards it, but a wave of cold swept over him, like an icy cloak. He could hear voices beyond the door, and so he crept up to it and held his ear against it. "Find the boy." one of the voices, said. "He is here, I can sense it. Do not harm him though, bring him here, bring him directly to me." Harry recognised that voice with surge of terror. Lord Voldemort was in that room, and he was asking someone to look for...for a boy. What if? What if he was the boy? Him, Harry! He was filled with horror, but whom was he speaking to? His question was answered a second later. A sucking, like a death rattle, seemed to answer in reply. Dementors. Without wasting a second, Harry sprinted towards the opposite corridor, but he tripped and crashed spread-eagled on to the floor. He could hear the scrambling of footsteps not far behind him, and he got up and limped on his now sprained ankle into a side-room. He waited. Every nerve in his body seemed to have stopped still. But his terror was confirmed when the door opened and in came a tall, greying man with a very familiar face. "Lupin?" Harry said, looking up into the face of Remus Lupin. Harry didn't understand why he was here, but it seemed slightly suspicious.
"Why are you here? There are Dementors and Voldemort is here! Come on, we -"but Lupin raised his hand and silenced Harry. The words that he uttered next made Harry's heart stand still.
"He is in here." He called. Whatever happened next, Harry did not know; seven Dementors swarmed in, and Harry was forced to relive his worst nightmare once more.
When Harry came around, he was in a room dimly lit with candles, and there was someone looking over him, someone with dark hair. He blinked; he could see him more clearly now, a handsome man, with hair down to his shoulders, in a deep dark colour, probably in his thirties. The man, seeing that Harry was awake, spoke to him in a soft voice. "Good evening, Mr. Potter." He said, in a warm voice. "How are you feeling?" Harry tried to lift himself up, but his whole body felt like lead. "Who are you? What do you want with me?" He sounded like a criminal, but in his heart he was willing to fight. "My name is Aidan. And I want nothing but good for you, Harry Potter. After all, it was I who saved you back there." Harry's head was buzzing. Who was this man? Why did he save him? He had light blue eyes. There was something familiar about those eyes... "When you go back, Harry, speak to Dumbledore, tell him about this, escape your fate." His eyes looked anxious. "Where am I going?" Harry asked, panic in his voice. "Go! Go... But his voice was no more than an echo, as Harry wrenched open his eyes. It had been a dream. Or had it? He got up and ran all the way to Dumbledore's office, not stopping at any point along the way. He was just approaching the gargoyle when... SMASH He had slammed write into Dumbledore himself. "Professor! I'm sorry... I...the dream! I had a dream about Lupin, and - and Volde -" "Harry! Calm yourself." He looked into Harry's eyes and Harry knew. "Aidan!" He said, unable to stop. "Who?" Dumbledore said sharply. There was a strange glint in his eye, like a longing when Harry mentioned Aidan. "Aidan, Aidan saved me! Do you know him?" Dumbledore looked very sad when Harry asked him this, he bowed his head and said very quietly. "Yes, Harry. Aidan was my son." "Your son?" Harry said, confused. "Yes, Harry, my son." Dumbledore sighed and said, "He was killed by Lord Voldemort. Harry suddenly felt a rush of sadness towards Dumbledore...but...and Harry realised, the look in Aidans eyes! Dumbledore's eyes! To lose a son, his only son, to his worst enemy...poor Dumbledore.
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Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching, he heard the door swing open, and Ron walked in. "Harry! I've been looking for you everywhere, guess wh -" But Harry cut across him, his voice firm. "Go away." he said. Ron looked suprised and taken aback. "But Harry! I've just f - " Harry had had enough, he wanted to be alone. He pulled out his wand and yelled, "GET OUT! AND LEAVE ME ALONE!" He pointed his wand straight at Ron, who looked stunned. "What's up, Harry?" But Harry raised his wand above his head, and Ron ran out of the room. There were tears in his eyes and he just slumped down onto the chair, sobbing. His father...his father had died trying to protect who he thought was his son...and his mother...she had betrayed them, she had lied. He felt a wave of fury swept over him, but his exhaustion had sent him off to sleep. Harry was running through a house, an old one with old-fashioned walls and furniture. He felt cold and nervous inside the large house, and wanted to find the exit, but there wasn't one. He turned a corner and saw a large, oak door. He pelted towards it, but a wave of cold swept over him, like an icy cloak. He could hear voices beyond the door, and so he crept up to it and held his ear against it. "Find the boy." one of the voices, said. "He is here, I can sense it. Do not harm him though, bring him here, bring him directly to me." Harry recognised that voice with surge of terror. Lord Voldemort was in that room, and he was asking someone to look for...for a boy. What if? What if he was the boy? Him, Harry! He was filled with horror, but whom was he speaking to? His question was answered a second later. A sucking, like a death rattle, seemed to answer in reply. Dementors. Without wasting a second, Harry sprinted towards the opposite corridor, but he tripped and crashed spread-eagled on to the floor. He could hear the scrambling of footsteps not far behind him, and he got up and limped on his now sprained ankle into a side-room. He waited. Every nerve in his body seemed to have stopped still. But his terror was confirmed when the door opened and in came a tall, greying man with a very familiar face. "Lupin?" Harry said, looking up into the face of Remus Lupin. Harry didn't understand why he was here, but it seemed slightly suspicious.
"Why are you here? There are Dementors and Voldemort is here! Come on, we -"but Lupin raised his hand and silenced Harry. The words that he uttered next made Harry's heart stand still.
"He is in here." He called. Whatever happened next, Harry did not know; seven Dementors swarmed in, and Harry was forced to relive his worst nightmare once more.
When Harry came around, he was in a room dimly lit with candles, and there was someone looking over him, someone with dark hair. He blinked; he could see him more clearly now, a handsome man, with hair down to his shoulders, in a deep dark colour, probably in his thirties. The man, seeing that Harry was awake, spoke to him in a soft voice. "Good evening, Mr. Potter." He said, in a warm voice. "How are you feeling?" Harry tried to lift himself up, but his whole body felt like lead. "Who are you? What do you want with me?" He sounded like a criminal, but in his heart he was willing to fight. "My name is Aidan. And I want nothing but good for you, Harry Potter. After all, it was I who saved you back there." Harry's head was buzzing. Who was this man? Why did he save him? He had light blue eyes. There was something familiar about those eyes... "When you go back, Harry, speak to Dumbledore, tell him about this, escape your fate." His eyes looked anxious. "Where am I going?" Harry asked, panic in his voice. "Go! Go... But his voice was no more than an echo, as Harry wrenched open his eyes. It had been a dream. Or had it? He got up and ran all the way to Dumbledore's office, not stopping at any point along the way. He was just approaching the gargoyle when... SMASH He had slammed write into Dumbledore himself. "Professor! I'm sorry... I...the dream! I had a dream about Lupin, and - and Volde -" "Harry! Calm yourself." He looked into Harry's eyes and Harry knew. "Aidan!" He said, unable to stop. "Who?" Dumbledore said sharply. There was a strange glint in his eye, like a longing when Harry mentioned Aidan. "Aidan, Aidan saved me! Do you know him?" Dumbledore looked very sad when Harry asked him this, he bowed his head and said very quietly. "Yes, Harry. Aidan was my son." "Your son?" Harry said, confused. "Yes, Harry, my son." Dumbledore sighed and said, "He was killed by Lord Voldemort. Harry suddenly felt a rush of sadness towards Dumbledore...but...and Harry realised, the look in Aidans eyes! Dumbledore's eyes! To lose a son, his only son, to his worst enemy...poor Dumbledore.
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