A/N: This was hard to write... don't know why... probabley because not much happens... the plot really picks up in chapter four and five, so don't stop reading... is anyone reading this?
A/N2: I think someone asked if there will be slash... nope, everyone is to busy worry about Harry and moldie-voldie to be very romantic...
A/N3: My muse is a drunk
Chapter 3: Welcome to My Nightmare
Later that day, Harry finally woke, and found Sirius snoozing in a chair beside him. Quietly, so not to wake Sirius, Harry got up from the couch and made his way to the kitchen. Each step jolted his bruised body, and made him wince in pain. "At least it's not as bad as before." Harry thought to himself.
When he got to the kitchen, Harry came face to face with Remus, munching on a sandwich. Upon seeing Harry, he pulled out a chair and motioned for him to sit down.
"Hungry?" Remus asked.
Harry shook his, then asked,
"Where are we? Your house?"
Remus nodded. "You don't remember much about last night, do you?"
"A little. I remember you and Sirius being in my room, but after that, everything is a little fuzzy." Harry replied.
"After leaving your house, you collapsed on the way to the apparation point, so we needed to get to a safe place, where we could call Madam Pomfrey."
Harry winced, remembering the number of times he had collapsed in front of his former professor.
Sensing Harry's discomfort, Remus smiled kindly at him, before continuing the story.
"After Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and us got here, Madam Pomfrey and Professor Dumbledore arrived."
"Wait." Harry interrupted. "Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were there too? Why?"
Remus chuckled, remembering when "the death eaters" had shown up. "Well, they were worried about you too, Harry, so they were coming to check on you. Unfortunately, they assumed Sirius and I were death eaters, and nearly cursed us."
Harry laughed too, at the thought of Sirius, Remus and the Weasley's cursing each other. Then a darker thought dawned on him.
"Professor, you and Sirius told me about protection wards around my house. What about here? What if Voldemort comes? You'll be killed!"
Remus marveled at Harry's perceptiveness, then smiled reassuringly at him. "First of all Harry, you can call me Remus, seeing as I'm not your professor anymore, and Sirius, Professor Dumbledore have already thought about protection spells, and put them up while you were sleeping, so don't worry about it. That, and I already have wards surrounding my yard for the full moon." He explained.
Harry tried to smile. He still felt uncomfortable about having the three men do extra work because of him. Dumbledore was already busy enough.
Suddenly, Remus and Harry heard several thumps coming from the next room. A second later, Sirius burst into the kitchen.
"Harry, there you are!" He cried. "When did you wake up? How are you feeling?"
"Down boy." Remus muttered. Harry smiled at Remus, and then answered his godfather's questions.
"I woke up about 30 minutes ago, and I'm fine." He said, not wanting to mention his still aching ribs and muscles.
"Well, since you're feeling better, why don't we go outside? There's something I'd like to show you." Sirius said, smiling mischievously.
The two left Remus in the kitchen to finish his sandwich, and made their way to the backyard. Tethered to a maple tree in the far left corner, was none other than Buckbeak.
Harry's eyes widened when he saw the familiar hippogriff, while Sirius laughed happily, at his godson's reaction.
"I forgot all about him." Harry said, as they walked over, and bowed to Buckbeak.
Sirius laughed again, when Buckbeak stared haughtily at Harry for a moment, before nuzzling his neck.
"I guess he remembers you."
Harry was thrilled to see how much Buckbeak liked him; it was almost like having a pet- something Harry had always wished he could have. Sure, Hedwig was great, but she was independent. More of a mail carrier than a pet. Absently petting Buckbeak, a forgotten memory forced it's way to the front of Harry's mind.
//Harry was seven years old, and it was almost Christmas. Dudley had been begging his parents for a kitten for Christmas, and Harry was just as excited about the idea of an animal living in the house.
On Christmas morning, Harry crept downstairs, before anyone else had gotten up. He wasn't excited about getting presents- he knew he wouldn't be getting any, but he was eager to see if Dudley had gotten the kitten he'd asked for.
Sure enough, there was a tiny, fluffy, gray kitten in a pet carrier under the Christmas tree. Happily, Harry let the kitten out of the carrier, and it crawled into his arms. After petting the fuzzy kitten for a bit, Harry drifted off to sleep, with the kitten in his lap.
About an hour later, when the rest of the house had woken up, Harry finally woke up with a slap on the face, and the sound of Dudley crying.
"He touched my cat, now it's diseased." Dudley whined to aunt Petunia.
"Don't worry sweetums, we'll make sure he won't do it again." Aunt Petunia reassured Dudley, who continued to cry.
"Get rid of it, I don't want a cat anymore!" He demanded.
Harry perked up. "But I could take care of it, if Dudley doesn't want it." He exclaimed.
"You." Uncle Vernon sneered, rounding on him. "Absolutely not! If my Dudders doesn't want the animal, you certainly can't have it. Besides, the thing must be diseased to like you."//
And that was the closest Harry had ever come to owning a pet. Not that it made him want one any less.
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Harry and Sirius spent the rest of the afternoon petting and playing with Buckbeak, who seemed just as taken with Sirius, as he was with Harry. Finally, they trouped into the kitchen, with Sirius claiming he was going to cook dinner.
Harry looked at Sirius doubtfully as he began looking around the kitchen for different foods.
"You don't have to cook, you know. I'm not even very hungry." Harry protested.
"What? Afraid I can't cook?" Sirius asked indignantly.
"No, he's afraid you'll give him food poisoning." Remus commented from the doorway.
Sirius glared at his friend, and muttered something about werewolves having no idea about anything cooking related.
Half an hour later, after much banging around on Sirius's part, and much to Harry and Remus's surprise, they were seated at the table eating a delicious meal of spaghetti and meatballs and garlic bread.
"Take that Moony." Sirius said, winking at Harry.
Remus tried to look dignified, and muttered something about how Sirius would make a great housewife.
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Later that night, while Harry was getting ready for bed, in the spare bedroom, Remus said he could stay in, Harry thought over his day. Though his body still ached, it had been the happiest day he'd had in a long time. With that thought in mind, Harry went to bed, not knowing that his night might not be so happy.
//Harry was walking down a long, silent hallway. The floors, ceiling and walls were a translucent jade green color, which made the walls glow eerily. Soon he came to a wooden door. The wood looked out if place against all the marble. Upon closer inspection, Harry noticed that it was his bedroom door at the Dursley's. Suddenly, it flew open.
"How dare you escape from us you ungrateful little coward!?" Uncle Vernon yelled, emerging from the doorway.
Harry tried to back away from his uncle, but his legs seemed glued to the floor.
"We need you to do those chores, boy! But instead, here you are, freeloading, and causing trouble for your godfather. Is there anywhere, that you aren't a nuisance?" He shouted, becoming winded from the speech.
Harry finally backed away from Uncle Vernon, only to find himself being pulled in a different direction, like he had just touched a portkey.
Suddenly, Harry found himself in a dimly lit room, surrounded by dozens of hooded figures. But when a jolt a pain burst across his forehead, he knew it wasn't just death eaters that surround him.
Quietly, Harry backed away from the circle. He knew this must be a dream, but he didn't to take any chances around Voldemort and a band of death eaters.
Haughtily, Voldemort strolled around the circle, twirling his wand around his fingers. Finally, he stopped in front of one of the shorter death eaters.
"Wormtail." He stated, his voice deadly calm.
"Y-yes my lord?"
"What makes you such an incompetent fool?"
"I-"
"Silence!" Wormtail's stuttering was cut short by Voldemort's angry shout.
"Why did you not inform me that the Potter boy left his relatives house? It would have been the perfect opportunity to strike, but because of your blunder, the chance is lost."
"I'm sorry my lord. I told you the second I found out, but it was too late, I'm sorry!" Wormtail cried, his stubby limbs beginning to shake.
"Well, at least my other plan is working quite nicely." Voldemort said, ignoring the whimpering Wormtail. "No one suspects a thing."
"Yes, a brilliant plan, master. The perfect way to get at Potter! Wormtail groveled.
"Of course your mistake can't go on unpunished." Voldemort continued.
"P-please, master-"
"Crucio!"
Suddenly, Harry's two dreams merged, and it was uncle Vernon kicking him in the ribs and yelling-//
"Harry, Harry wake up!" He heard a familiar voice plead.
Suddenly, instead of Voldemort or uncle Vernon, it was Sirius's worried face, Harry saw in front of him.
"Sirius?" He asked, not quite awake yet.
"I'm here."
Suddenly, the pain from Harry's previous injuries, and the pain from his dream came flooding back to his body and he gasped.
"Harry, what is it?" Sirius asked worriedly
"Hurts." He mumbled.
"What hurts?"
"My head, everything." Harry said, his speech slurring.
"Harry? Sirius? What's going on?" Remus asked, coming into the room.
"Harry had a dream, about Voldemort I think- his scar his really hot. Can you get some ice and pain reducing potion?" Sirius asked, and Remus quickly left the room.
"Harry?" Sirius asked, cradling Harry in his arms, "Was it a vision about Voldemort?"
Harry nodded painfully- uncle Vernon's role in the dream was forgotten, with the thought of Voldemort.
Sirius softly brushed the hair out of Harry's eyes. "Just try to sleep now, Harry, Remus will back with the potion soon. Forget about the pain." He said soothingly.
But Harry knew he wouldn't be going back to sleep that night. He never could, after a vision from Voldemort. Dimly, he wondered what Voldemort and Wormtail were talking about when they mentioned "Voldemort's brilliant plan to get Potter."
Slowly, Harry closed his eyes and let the pain wash over him. He wondered what Sirius thought of him now, since he had seen him in the throws of a vision.
"Oh well." Harry murmured, just softly enough for Sirius to miss, "welcome to my nightmare."
A/N2: I think someone asked if there will be slash... nope, everyone is to busy worry about Harry and moldie-voldie to be very romantic...
A/N3: My muse is a drunk
Chapter 3: Welcome to My Nightmare
Later that day, Harry finally woke, and found Sirius snoozing in a chair beside him. Quietly, so not to wake Sirius, Harry got up from the couch and made his way to the kitchen. Each step jolted his bruised body, and made him wince in pain. "At least it's not as bad as before." Harry thought to himself.
When he got to the kitchen, Harry came face to face with Remus, munching on a sandwich. Upon seeing Harry, he pulled out a chair and motioned for him to sit down.
"Hungry?" Remus asked.
Harry shook his, then asked,
"Where are we? Your house?"
Remus nodded. "You don't remember much about last night, do you?"
"A little. I remember you and Sirius being in my room, but after that, everything is a little fuzzy." Harry replied.
"After leaving your house, you collapsed on the way to the apparation point, so we needed to get to a safe place, where we could call Madam Pomfrey."
Harry winced, remembering the number of times he had collapsed in front of his former professor.
Sensing Harry's discomfort, Remus smiled kindly at him, before continuing the story.
"After Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and us got here, Madam Pomfrey and Professor Dumbledore arrived."
"Wait." Harry interrupted. "Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were there too? Why?"
Remus chuckled, remembering when "the death eaters" had shown up. "Well, they were worried about you too, Harry, so they were coming to check on you. Unfortunately, they assumed Sirius and I were death eaters, and nearly cursed us."
Harry laughed too, at the thought of Sirius, Remus and the Weasley's cursing each other. Then a darker thought dawned on him.
"Professor, you and Sirius told me about protection wards around my house. What about here? What if Voldemort comes? You'll be killed!"
Remus marveled at Harry's perceptiveness, then smiled reassuringly at him. "First of all Harry, you can call me Remus, seeing as I'm not your professor anymore, and Sirius, Professor Dumbledore have already thought about protection spells, and put them up while you were sleeping, so don't worry about it. That, and I already have wards surrounding my yard for the full moon." He explained.
Harry tried to smile. He still felt uncomfortable about having the three men do extra work because of him. Dumbledore was already busy enough.
Suddenly, Remus and Harry heard several thumps coming from the next room. A second later, Sirius burst into the kitchen.
"Harry, there you are!" He cried. "When did you wake up? How are you feeling?"
"Down boy." Remus muttered. Harry smiled at Remus, and then answered his godfather's questions.
"I woke up about 30 minutes ago, and I'm fine." He said, not wanting to mention his still aching ribs and muscles.
"Well, since you're feeling better, why don't we go outside? There's something I'd like to show you." Sirius said, smiling mischievously.
The two left Remus in the kitchen to finish his sandwich, and made their way to the backyard. Tethered to a maple tree in the far left corner, was none other than Buckbeak.
Harry's eyes widened when he saw the familiar hippogriff, while Sirius laughed happily, at his godson's reaction.
"I forgot all about him." Harry said, as they walked over, and bowed to Buckbeak.
Sirius laughed again, when Buckbeak stared haughtily at Harry for a moment, before nuzzling his neck.
"I guess he remembers you."
Harry was thrilled to see how much Buckbeak liked him; it was almost like having a pet- something Harry had always wished he could have. Sure, Hedwig was great, but she was independent. More of a mail carrier than a pet. Absently petting Buckbeak, a forgotten memory forced it's way to the front of Harry's mind.
//Harry was seven years old, and it was almost Christmas. Dudley had been begging his parents for a kitten for Christmas, and Harry was just as excited about the idea of an animal living in the house.
On Christmas morning, Harry crept downstairs, before anyone else had gotten up. He wasn't excited about getting presents- he knew he wouldn't be getting any, but he was eager to see if Dudley had gotten the kitten he'd asked for.
Sure enough, there was a tiny, fluffy, gray kitten in a pet carrier under the Christmas tree. Happily, Harry let the kitten out of the carrier, and it crawled into his arms. After petting the fuzzy kitten for a bit, Harry drifted off to sleep, with the kitten in his lap.
About an hour later, when the rest of the house had woken up, Harry finally woke up with a slap on the face, and the sound of Dudley crying.
"He touched my cat, now it's diseased." Dudley whined to aunt Petunia.
"Don't worry sweetums, we'll make sure he won't do it again." Aunt Petunia reassured Dudley, who continued to cry.
"Get rid of it, I don't want a cat anymore!" He demanded.
Harry perked up. "But I could take care of it, if Dudley doesn't want it." He exclaimed.
"You." Uncle Vernon sneered, rounding on him. "Absolutely not! If my Dudders doesn't want the animal, you certainly can't have it. Besides, the thing must be diseased to like you."//
And that was the closest Harry had ever come to owning a pet. Not that it made him want one any less.
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Harry and Sirius spent the rest of the afternoon petting and playing with Buckbeak, who seemed just as taken with Sirius, as he was with Harry. Finally, they trouped into the kitchen, with Sirius claiming he was going to cook dinner.
Harry looked at Sirius doubtfully as he began looking around the kitchen for different foods.
"You don't have to cook, you know. I'm not even very hungry." Harry protested.
"What? Afraid I can't cook?" Sirius asked indignantly.
"No, he's afraid you'll give him food poisoning." Remus commented from the doorway.
Sirius glared at his friend, and muttered something about werewolves having no idea about anything cooking related.
Half an hour later, after much banging around on Sirius's part, and much to Harry and Remus's surprise, they were seated at the table eating a delicious meal of spaghetti and meatballs and garlic bread.
"Take that Moony." Sirius said, winking at Harry.
Remus tried to look dignified, and muttered something about how Sirius would make a great housewife.
*****************
Later that night, while Harry was getting ready for bed, in the spare bedroom, Remus said he could stay in, Harry thought over his day. Though his body still ached, it had been the happiest day he'd had in a long time. With that thought in mind, Harry went to bed, not knowing that his night might not be so happy.
//Harry was walking down a long, silent hallway. The floors, ceiling and walls were a translucent jade green color, which made the walls glow eerily. Soon he came to a wooden door. The wood looked out if place against all the marble. Upon closer inspection, Harry noticed that it was his bedroom door at the Dursley's. Suddenly, it flew open.
"How dare you escape from us you ungrateful little coward!?" Uncle Vernon yelled, emerging from the doorway.
Harry tried to back away from his uncle, but his legs seemed glued to the floor.
"We need you to do those chores, boy! But instead, here you are, freeloading, and causing trouble for your godfather. Is there anywhere, that you aren't a nuisance?" He shouted, becoming winded from the speech.
Harry finally backed away from Uncle Vernon, only to find himself being pulled in a different direction, like he had just touched a portkey.
Suddenly, Harry found himself in a dimly lit room, surrounded by dozens of hooded figures. But when a jolt a pain burst across his forehead, he knew it wasn't just death eaters that surround him.
Quietly, Harry backed away from the circle. He knew this must be a dream, but he didn't to take any chances around Voldemort and a band of death eaters.
Haughtily, Voldemort strolled around the circle, twirling his wand around his fingers. Finally, he stopped in front of one of the shorter death eaters.
"Wormtail." He stated, his voice deadly calm.
"Y-yes my lord?"
"What makes you such an incompetent fool?"
"I-"
"Silence!" Wormtail's stuttering was cut short by Voldemort's angry shout.
"Why did you not inform me that the Potter boy left his relatives house? It would have been the perfect opportunity to strike, but because of your blunder, the chance is lost."
"I'm sorry my lord. I told you the second I found out, but it was too late, I'm sorry!" Wormtail cried, his stubby limbs beginning to shake.
"Well, at least my other plan is working quite nicely." Voldemort said, ignoring the whimpering Wormtail. "No one suspects a thing."
"Yes, a brilliant plan, master. The perfect way to get at Potter! Wormtail groveled.
"Of course your mistake can't go on unpunished." Voldemort continued.
"P-please, master-"
"Crucio!"
Suddenly, Harry's two dreams merged, and it was uncle Vernon kicking him in the ribs and yelling-//
"Harry, Harry wake up!" He heard a familiar voice plead.
Suddenly, instead of Voldemort or uncle Vernon, it was Sirius's worried face, Harry saw in front of him.
"Sirius?" He asked, not quite awake yet.
"I'm here."
Suddenly, the pain from Harry's previous injuries, and the pain from his dream came flooding back to his body and he gasped.
"Harry, what is it?" Sirius asked worriedly
"Hurts." He mumbled.
"What hurts?"
"My head, everything." Harry said, his speech slurring.
"Harry? Sirius? What's going on?" Remus asked, coming into the room.
"Harry had a dream, about Voldemort I think- his scar his really hot. Can you get some ice and pain reducing potion?" Sirius asked, and Remus quickly left the room.
"Harry?" Sirius asked, cradling Harry in his arms, "Was it a vision about Voldemort?"
Harry nodded painfully- uncle Vernon's role in the dream was forgotten, with the thought of Voldemort.
Sirius softly brushed the hair out of Harry's eyes. "Just try to sleep now, Harry, Remus will back with the potion soon. Forget about the pain." He said soothingly.
But Harry knew he wouldn't be going back to sleep that night. He never could, after a vision from Voldemort. Dimly, he wondered what Voldemort and Wormtail were talking about when they mentioned "Voldemort's brilliant plan to get Potter."
Slowly, Harry closed his eyes and let the pain wash over him. He wondered what Sirius thought of him now, since he had seen him in the throws of a vision.
"Oh well." Harry murmured, just softly enough for Sirius to miss, "welcome to my nightmare."