Harry VS Freddy: Part Two
George Smillie
"Sweet dreams are made of this...Who am I to disagree?" - Marilyn Manson
"Alright, get going." Uncle Vernon shoved Harry roughly through the car door. Normally, Harry would be in a much happier mood to be returning to school, but since his dream last night, he had been scared to turn around every corner, let alone allow his mind to sidetrack from what he saw. The sight of that disgusting man, his burnt skin, yellow teeth...What he did to his parents. Harry shook his head violently, shaking away the foul picture in his mind. Moaning gravely, Harry pulled along his school trunk, heading towards Platform 9-3/4. He didn't go back to sleep last night, he couldn't.
"Harry! Harry, over here!" Over the swarm of black suits in the station, Harry found it easy to find Ron, noticeble only by his bright red hair.
"Ron! Great to see you!" Making his way through the crowd, Ron met Harry with a hug.
"How are you? The muggles been treating you alright?" Smirked Ron. Harry laughed, promising himself not to dampen the happy atmosphere by telling Ron about the dream.
"Great Ron, just great."
On board the Hogwarts Express, Harry seated himself in a cabin with Ron, who was quickly unwrapping a packet of Chocolate Frogs. After he had devoured the pack, he laid back on the comfy seats and stretched out, yawning loudly.
"What card did you get?" enquired Harry.
"Dumbledore...thats my tenth one!" Moaning, Ron threw the card on the floor and sighed. "What I wouldn't give for a Crambus Alphingbale," said Ron wistfully.
"The head keeper of Azkaban?"
"Well I know he's not interesting but he's-Hermione!" Hermione had burst in to the cabin. She was red in the cheeks and out of breath.
"Ron...Prefects meeting...front carriage...right now." Ron turned to Harry.
"See you later Harry," smiled Ron, who hurried off with Hermione. Harry nodded and yawned. Forgetting all about the man with the foul scars, Harry let his eyes droop, and soon, he was asleep...
"Harry, wake up! Harry!" Harry's eyes snapped open and he sat up with a start. It sounded like Dumbledore...But the cabin was competley empty. "Harry! Speak to me, its important!" It was Dumbledore!
"Sir?" Harry's eyes darted around the room, eager to locate the source of the voice.
"Down here, Harry!" Harry looked down at the floor. There was nothing there, except the Chocolate Frog card. His hand was shaking violently as he bent down to pick it up. He was used to the figures in the cards to move, but they had never spoken before. "I'm right here Harry. You must listen to me Harry. Voldemort's back!" Harry frowned. He knew that. Something was terribly wrong...
"Who are you?" Harry felt strangely angry. Suddenly, he noticed the image of Dumbledore changing. The long, white beard dissapearing, the wizard hat being replaced with an old, tattered fedora, the purple robes morphing in to a ripped, dirty, red and green sweater, the kind old face, melting in to burnt pieces of flesh.
"Come on Harry! You remember me! Your old pal Albus! Ha ha!" Harry jumped back in horror as five sharp finger blades burst out of the cart and reached for Harry's face.
Throwing the card to the ground, Harry burst out of the cabin door, to look for an escape route between the two other doors outside the cabin. Two his horror, Harry found that the exits were blocked by two young girls in immaculatly clean, white dresses. Then, they began to sing...
"One, two, Freddy's coming for you...Three, four, better lock your door...Five, six, grab your crucifix...Seven, eight, gonna' stay up late...Nine, ten..."
"NEVER SLEEP AGAIN!" Freddy appeared directly in front of Harry, his blades flying towards him, reaching for his forehead...
"Aaaaeeegh!" Harry awoke, his hand reaching for his forehead, which was stining in pain. Clutching his forehead, he gently stroked his scar, which was stining the most. Brining his hand back to his lap, Harry looked down in shock. His hand was soaked in blood...His blood...
George Smillie
"Sweet dreams are made of this...Who am I to disagree?" - Marilyn Manson
"Alright, get going." Uncle Vernon shoved Harry roughly through the car door. Normally, Harry would be in a much happier mood to be returning to school, but since his dream last night, he had been scared to turn around every corner, let alone allow his mind to sidetrack from what he saw. The sight of that disgusting man, his burnt skin, yellow teeth...What he did to his parents. Harry shook his head violently, shaking away the foul picture in his mind. Moaning gravely, Harry pulled along his school trunk, heading towards Platform 9-3/4. He didn't go back to sleep last night, he couldn't.
"Harry! Harry, over here!" Over the swarm of black suits in the station, Harry found it easy to find Ron, noticeble only by his bright red hair.
"Ron! Great to see you!" Making his way through the crowd, Ron met Harry with a hug.
"How are you? The muggles been treating you alright?" Smirked Ron. Harry laughed, promising himself not to dampen the happy atmosphere by telling Ron about the dream.
"Great Ron, just great."
On board the Hogwarts Express, Harry seated himself in a cabin with Ron, who was quickly unwrapping a packet of Chocolate Frogs. After he had devoured the pack, he laid back on the comfy seats and stretched out, yawning loudly.
"What card did you get?" enquired Harry.
"Dumbledore...thats my tenth one!" Moaning, Ron threw the card on the floor and sighed. "What I wouldn't give for a Crambus Alphingbale," said Ron wistfully.
"The head keeper of Azkaban?"
"Well I know he's not interesting but he's-Hermione!" Hermione had burst in to the cabin. She was red in the cheeks and out of breath.
"Ron...Prefects meeting...front carriage...right now." Ron turned to Harry.
"See you later Harry," smiled Ron, who hurried off with Hermione. Harry nodded and yawned. Forgetting all about the man with the foul scars, Harry let his eyes droop, and soon, he was asleep...
"Harry, wake up! Harry!" Harry's eyes snapped open and he sat up with a start. It sounded like Dumbledore...But the cabin was competley empty. "Harry! Speak to me, its important!" It was Dumbledore!
"Sir?" Harry's eyes darted around the room, eager to locate the source of the voice.
"Down here, Harry!" Harry looked down at the floor. There was nothing there, except the Chocolate Frog card. His hand was shaking violently as he bent down to pick it up. He was used to the figures in the cards to move, but they had never spoken before. "I'm right here Harry. You must listen to me Harry. Voldemort's back!" Harry frowned. He knew that. Something was terribly wrong...
"Who are you?" Harry felt strangely angry. Suddenly, he noticed the image of Dumbledore changing. The long, white beard dissapearing, the wizard hat being replaced with an old, tattered fedora, the purple robes morphing in to a ripped, dirty, red and green sweater, the kind old face, melting in to burnt pieces of flesh.
"Come on Harry! You remember me! Your old pal Albus! Ha ha!" Harry jumped back in horror as five sharp finger blades burst out of the cart and reached for Harry's face.
Throwing the card to the ground, Harry burst out of the cabin door, to look for an escape route between the two other doors outside the cabin. Two his horror, Harry found that the exits were blocked by two young girls in immaculatly clean, white dresses. Then, they began to sing...
"One, two, Freddy's coming for you...Three, four, better lock your door...Five, six, grab your crucifix...Seven, eight, gonna' stay up late...Nine, ten..."
"NEVER SLEEP AGAIN!" Freddy appeared directly in front of Harry, his blades flying towards him, reaching for his forehead...
"Aaaaeeegh!" Harry awoke, his hand reaching for his forehead, which was stining in pain. Clutching his forehead, he gently stroked his scar, which was stining the most. Brining his hand back to his lap, Harry looked down in shock. His hand was soaked in blood...His blood...