Here's chapter 2, hope you like it! Thanks to Nitnat3 for reviewing!
"What is it, boy," said Uncle Vernon.
"W-what?" replied Harry feebly. He let his eyes adjust to the light that was now flooding his bedroom. Uncle Vernon, his hand still on the light switch, and Aunt Petunia were both standing in Harry's doorway. He could hear Dudley's snores from next door.
Harry was sitting bolt upright in bed and sweat was pouring from his face. His scar was also searing with pain though he didn't know why. Luckily he had restrained himself from clutching it. Otherwise Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia would be asking some fierce questions.
It had only been a dream, Harry told himself. How foolish he had been to think it was real.
"What is it, boy," repeated Uncle Vernon, now looking quite angry at being woken up in the middle of the night. Or perhaps it was that he now knew that Harry was alive and well. Harry couldn't tell.
"W-what happened?" asked Harry, still a bit shaky from the dream.
"You woke us up! You were screaming!" this time it was Aunt Petunia who spoke.
"Oh that, that was- nothing," replied Harry, not wanting the Dursley to know he had been woken up by a nightmare. Especially one about a person who was supposed to be alive and swoop in on them if they treated him badly.
"Nothing!" sneered Uncle Vernon, his eyes narrowed. "I'll have you know, boy," he jabbed his finger at Harry, "that if we are woken up by your nonsense again, you'll be nothing!"
"I can't control what I dream about!" yelled Harry.
"So it was a dream, eh?"
"Yes, it was a dream," said Harry in a mocking tone.
"Watch your tone with me, boy," sneered Uncle Vernon. "I don't have to let you write letters with that ruddy bird you know!"
"Tut, tut, tut."
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO TAKE THAT TONE WITH ME!" roared Uncle Vernon. "AND STOP TUTTING!"
"I'LL TAKE ANY TONE WITH YOU THAT I WANT!" screamed Harry in response. "AND I WAS ONLY GOING TO REMIND YOU THAT IF THE OR- IF MY FRIENDS DON'T HEAR FROM ME THERE GOING TO COME HERE AND HEX YOU!" He had almost said "the order" and that would definitely raise some questions that he did not want to answer.
Uncle Vernon froze in mid sentence, mouth opening and closing. Harry knew he was trying very hard to think of a comeback.
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Harry, though he knew why, had gotten off with only one punishment. He was told to not stray from the house so that he did not in danger the rest of the family. Harry was pretty sure though, that Voldemort was not going to attack him since (he was pretty sure) the order was still protecting him. He didn't mind staying in his room though. It gave him plenty of time to do his homework or lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, and thinking.
One day his thoughts traveled back to his nightmare. Had Sirius been trying to contact him to tell him of ways to save him? Or was it just as it had seemed a nightmare? He remembered all the times he had witnessed Harry's death in his dreams, and suddenly a thought popped in to his head. All the other times, just as in real life, Lupin had proper ally restrained him. But in this dream Harry had managed to get away. By doing that he had actually gotten the chance to talk to Sirius. And Sirius was going to tell him how to save him, but then- Bellatrix pushed them both. What if it wasn't really Bellatrix? What if Voldemort had gotten into his mind again, and controlled the dream Bellatrix to push them? It would explain his scar hurting. It would explain everything.
Harry suddenly got up and walked to his window, looking out at the stars. He wondered if Sirius and his mom and dad were up there, smiling and waving at him. Thinking about his parents and Sirius happy gave Harry a pain in his chest, so he turned from his window and instead glanced at the clock. It was 11:45 so, feeling a bit tired since he'd stayed up most of last night doing an essay, decided to go to sleep. He crossed the room and lay back down on his bed. His last comforting thought before sleep overcame him was of his parents and Sirius waving and smiling at him from the stars. And, he thought, if they couldn't be happy here on earth, at least they were happy up in the clouds.
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Harry awoke a few hours later to find a strange creature covered in snow and making soft clicking noises, on his chest. He looked around the room and saw that their were more of them all about the room. He regretted very much leaving the window open
I'm working on the next part at the moment, but when I get done I won't post until someone reviews.
"What is it, boy," said Uncle Vernon.
"W-what?" replied Harry feebly. He let his eyes adjust to the light that was now flooding his bedroom. Uncle Vernon, his hand still on the light switch, and Aunt Petunia were both standing in Harry's doorway. He could hear Dudley's snores from next door.
Harry was sitting bolt upright in bed and sweat was pouring from his face. His scar was also searing with pain though he didn't know why. Luckily he had restrained himself from clutching it. Otherwise Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia would be asking some fierce questions.
It had only been a dream, Harry told himself. How foolish he had been to think it was real.
"What is it, boy," repeated Uncle Vernon, now looking quite angry at being woken up in the middle of the night. Or perhaps it was that he now knew that Harry was alive and well. Harry couldn't tell.
"W-what happened?" asked Harry, still a bit shaky from the dream.
"You woke us up! You were screaming!" this time it was Aunt Petunia who spoke.
"Oh that, that was- nothing," replied Harry, not wanting the Dursley to know he had been woken up by a nightmare. Especially one about a person who was supposed to be alive and swoop in on them if they treated him badly.
"Nothing!" sneered Uncle Vernon, his eyes narrowed. "I'll have you know, boy," he jabbed his finger at Harry, "that if we are woken up by your nonsense again, you'll be nothing!"
"I can't control what I dream about!" yelled Harry.
"So it was a dream, eh?"
"Yes, it was a dream," said Harry in a mocking tone.
"Watch your tone with me, boy," sneered Uncle Vernon. "I don't have to let you write letters with that ruddy bird you know!"
"Tut, tut, tut."
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO TAKE THAT TONE WITH ME!" roared Uncle Vernon. "AND STOP TUTTING!"
"I'LL TAKE ANY TONE WITH YOU THAT I WANT!" screamed Harry in response. "AND I WAS ONLY GOING TO REMIND YOU THAT IF THE OR- IF MY FRIENDS DON'T HEAR FROM ME THERE GOING TO COME HERE AND HEX YOU!" He had almost said "the order" and that would definitely raise some questions that he did not want to answer.
Uncle Vernon froze in mid sentence, mouth opening and closing. Harry knew he was trying very hard to think of a comeback.
^O-O^ ^O-O^ ^O-O^ ^O-O^ ^O-O^ ^O-O^ ^O-O^ ^O-O^ ^O-O^ ^O-O^
Harry, though he knew why, had gotten off with only one punishment. He was told to not stray from the house so that he did not in danger the rest of the family. Harry was pretty sure though, that Voldemort was not going to attack him since (he was pretty sure) the order was still protecting him. He didn't mind staying in his room though. It gave him plenty of time to do his homework or lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, and thinking.
One day his thoughts traveled back to his nightmare. Had Sirius been trying to contact him to tell him of ways to save him? Or was it just as it had seemed a nightmare? He remembered all the times he had witnessed Harry's death in his dreams, and suddenly a thought popped in to his head. All the other times, just as in real life, Lupin had proper ally restrained him. But in this dream Harry had managed to get away. By doing that he had actually gotten the chance to talk to Sirius. And Sirius was going to tell him how to save him, but then- Bellatrix pushed them both. What if it wasn't really Bellatrix? What if Voldemort had gotten into his mind again, and controlled the dream Bellatrix to push them? It would explain his scar hurting. It would explain everything.
Harry suddenly got up and walked to his window, looking out at the stars. He wondered if Sirius and his mom and dad were up there, smiling and waving at him. Thinking about his parents and Sirius happy gave Harry a pain in his chest, so he turned from his window and instead glanced at the clock. It was 11:45 so, feeling a bit tired since he'd stayed up most of last night doing an essay, decided to go to sleep. He crossed the room and lay back down on his bed. His last comforting thought before sleep overcame him was of his parents and Sirius waving and smiling at him from the stars. And, he thought, if they couldn't be happy here on earth, at least they were happy up in the clouds.
^O-O^ ^O-O^ ^O-O^ ^O-O^ ^O-O^ ^O-O^ ^O-O^ ^O-O^ ^O-O^ ^O-O^
Harry awoke a few hours later to find a strange creature covered in snow and making soft clicking noises, on his chest. He looked around the room and saw that their were more of them all about the room. He regretted very much leaving the window open
I'm working on the next part at the moment, but when I get done I won't post until someone reviews.