"Harry!" Greeted a familiar voice as Harry came coughing out of the fire.
Harry opened his eyes to see Ginny smiling over him. He also saw Ron and Mrs. Weasley hurrying toward them.
"Harry, dear, we've been so worried! Is everything okay? What happened?" Began Molly Weasley in a motherly tone.
Harry proceeded to tell her all the events of the night. When he finished, he began to feel drowsy again.
"Well, thank God you're all right." She said, taking in all he told her. "It's late and you look tired Harry, I think we should all be going to bed in a few minutes, it's getting late." As she said this, Mr. Weasley came bursting through the chimney also coughing.
"I see you got here all right Harry. I see we have a welcoming party." He said, looking around.
"So, how's everything been?" Harry asked.
"Boring mostly. Fred and George moved out last week. Don't go into their room, though. They warned us their were some... errrrmm... surprises still in their they couldn't remember how to get out." Ron said with a grin. "They live nearer to London, now. Closer to their store, you know."
"It's time to go to bed, now." Mrs. Weasley said abruptly. Harry could tell she still didn't approve of Fred and George's store.
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"Well, mate, I expect you're tired, after all that happened today." Said Ron as he opened the door to his room. "I'm glad you're here, though, Ginny and I've been about bored to death since Fred and George moved out. Not enough people to do anything now. We can't play quidditch, and we're just about sick out of our minds of wizard's chess. And no more Fred and George to irritate mom." He sighed admiringly. "That was our only other form of entertainment."
Harry laughed. "Well, believe me, I'm glad to be here."
"Yeah, listen, what do you think happened to them?" Asked Ron, now serious.
"I dunno, d'you reckon it had anything to do with that letter, though? I mean, it's suspicious... But I dunno how one thing could do with the other..."
"Maybe," Ron then yawned. "We'll find out in the morning."
Ron and Harry then went to bed. Harry sat in bed wondering about what had happened for a little while, then he fell asleep. He probably would have stayed awake longer if he knew what awaited him in the dream world...
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Harry was walking down a very familiar street where all the houses looked alike. He crossed to a different road and read a sign that said "Privet Drive".
"You've taken care of everything?" Harry asked in a cruel, soft whisper.
"Yes, master," said a fearful voice covered by a black cloak.
"Good, your master is pleased. I will see that you are rewarded. Lord Voldemort rewards those who help him..." said Harry in a toneless voice.
Soon through the dark fog, he came across a house that he knew was Number Four. Harry was happy, he could finally enter... Finally take care of the thing that had most pestered him for 16 years...
Hurrying to the door, he shouted a spell and it burst opened. The house was perfectly neat. Harry walked upstairs and to the first door on the right... Finally...
He burst through the door and to his surprise, no one was in the room. The bed was neatly folded and due to lack of items, it looked as if the room hadn't been occupied in quite some time... He was furious... But then he remembered... Now their was no one left for Harry Potter to go to during the summer...
Lord Voldemort began to laugh.
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Harry woke up the next morning with no rememberance whatsoever of the dream. He knew something was up, though, as he got dressed and hurried down stairs for breakfast at the Weasley house.
As he walked down the stairs he didn't know what had happened to the Dursley's house the previous night, where the Dursleys themselves were, or that Mrs. Arabella Figg had been... murdered.
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That's it. Hope you enjoyed it. Sry about killing Mrs. Figg. Ummm... Please review! That's all!
Harry opened his eyes to see Ginny smiling over him. He also saw Ron and Mrs. Weasley hurrying toward them.
"Harry, dear, we've been so worried! Is everything okay? What happened?" Began Molly Weasley in a motherly tone.
Harry proceeded to tell her all the events of the night. When he finished, he began to feel drowsy again.
"Well, thank God you're all right." She said, taking in all he told her. "It's late and you look tired Harry, I think we should all be going to bed in a few minutes, it's getting late." As she said this, Mr. Weasley came bursting through the chimney also coughing.
"I see you got here all right Harry. I see we have a welcoming party." He said, looking around.
"So, how's everything been?" Harry asked.
"Boring mostly. Fred and George moved out last week. Don't go into their room, though. They warned us their were some... errrrmm... surprises still in their they couldn't remember how to get out." Ron said with a grin. "They live nearer to London, now. Closer to their store, you know."
"It's time to go to bed, now." Mrs. Weasley said abruptly. Harry could tell she still didn't approve of Fred and George's store.
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"Well, mate, I expect you're tired, after all that happened today." Said Ron as he opened the door to his room. "I'm glad you're here, though, Ginny and I've been about bored to death since Fred and George moved out. Not enough people to do anything now. We can't play quidditch, and we're just about sick out of our minds of wizard's chess. And no more Fred and George to irritate mom." He sighed admiringly. "That was our only other form of entertainment."
Harry laughed. "Well, believe me, I'm glad to be here."
"Yeah, listen, what do you think happened to them?" Asked Ron, now serious.
"I dunno, d'you reckon it had anything to do with that letter, though? I mean, it's suspicious... But I dunno how one thing could do with the other..."
"Maybe," Ron then yawned. "We'll find out in the morning."
Ron and Harry then went to bed. Harry sat in bed wondering about what had happened for a little while, then he fell asleep. He probably would have stayed awake longer if he knew what awaited him in the dream world...
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Harry was walking down a very familiar street where all the houses looked alike. He crossed to a different road and read a sign that said "Privet Drive".
"You've taken care of everything?" Harry asked in a cruel, soft whisper.
"Yes, master," said a fearful voice covered by a black cloak.
"Good, your master is pleased. I will see that you are rewarded. Lord Voldemort rewards those who help him..." said Harry in a toneless voice.
Soon through the dark fog, he came across a house that he knew was Number Four. Harry was happy, he could finally enter... Finally take care of the thing that had most pestered him for 16 years...
Hurrying to the door, he shouted a spell and it burst opened. The house was perfectly neat. Harry walked upstairs and to the first door on the right... Finally...
He burst through the door and to his surprise, no one was in the room. The bed was neatly folded and due to lack of items, it looked as if the room hadn't been occupied in quite some time... He was furious... But then he remembered... Now their was no one left for Harry Potter to go to during the summer...
Lord Voldemort began to laugh.
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Harry woke up the next morning with no rememberance whatsoever of the dream. He knew something was up, though, as he got dressed and hurried down stairs for breakfast at the Weasley house.
As he walked down the stairs he didn't know what had happened to the Dursley's house the previous night, where the Dursleys themselves were, or that Mrs. Arabella Figg had been... murdered.
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That's it. Hope you enjoyed it. Sry about killing Mrs. Figg. Ummm... Please review! That's all!