This story is about what I think Harry would dream, after the events in the Order of the Phoenix.



Sleeping, one thing you can do to refresh yourself. Though, for the adolescent that was sleeping in the bed, his glasses on the floor, and his sheets spwarled around him, sleep means something else... To Harry Potter, it means much more...

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He is standing in the forbidden forest. Something moves behind a tree. He looks closer, nothing seems to be there. Suddenly, a thresal appears, Harry looks into the eyes of the reptillian horse...

Cedric, lying dead on the ground. Harry, tied, tied to a grave. Flesh, blood, and bones... He's back... whispers, whispers from the dead, from his parents. Cold red eyes stare at him.

The prophecy shattered. He turns to the curtains. Sirius, Sirius is in there. He runs to the cuntains, he goes to touch them...

He is in a black room, close to everyone. Suddenly, Hermione, Ron, everyone is moving away, farther and farther. Someone is blocking his way, Voldemort. Harry tries to get past...

A single tear rolls down Dumbledore's face. The tear slides off, falls. Hits the desk..

A flash of green light...

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No ,to Harry Potter, sleep is a dreadful task, that he must do again and again. The scar burns on his forehead. To Harry, sleep is an enemy.



So, hope you liked it. Review your thoughts. bit odd, I know, but that is what I think. Thank you for reading.