Chapter Eleven- A night of Terror
The coming weeks at Hogwarts were some of the weeks that Harry least wanted to talk about. He felt as though he wanted to run away from Hogwarts again, and never come back. Everyone in school had a feeling that it was he who attacked Brian Torres. Harry didn't know why they felt this way, when they knew that Harry and Brian were friends. Harry knew who it was that had attacked Brian. He had known it all along, but he didn't say anything because he knew no one would believe him. He knew that Kevin was the one that attacked Brian.
Hermione and Ron seemed edgy about walking to classes with Harry, because everyone would stare at them, and begin to whisper amongst one another. Whenever the three of them were in the company of a teacher, Hermione and Ron would slide away from Harry by saying they had prefect duties to do. Harry knew they were lying.
Harry usually sat a breakfast alone, listening to other student's whisper about him. But what surprised Harry the most is that there was one group of kids that believed he didn't attack Brian. The D.A club. Cho and the rest of the gang would come to Harry's table and sit with him during meal times, and eat with him. They knew he didn't attack Brian. Harry had never felt happier in his life but he still had one problem; Ron and Hermione didn't believe him.
"They'll come around," said Ernie, at breakfast on Halloween.
"Bu it is weird that they don't believe you. I mean, I expected them to be the first one's to believe you," said Cho, as she sat closer to Harry and held his hand under the table.
"You know what, it really doesn't matter" Harry said, pushing his food away. "If they don't want to believe me, that's fine!"
His insides pounded whenever he even thought of his supposedly best friends. He did not know why they didn't believe him, and at this point, he really didn't care. He had went through this two years ago, when Ron believed that Harry put his name into the Goblet of Fire, but even then, Harry still had Hermione to confide in. Now he only had the D.A club.
History of Magic had never gone so slow. Harry sat at the back of the room, his eyes out of focus, and his mind elsewhere. Whenever he looked at Ron and Hermione, who were at the front of the room, he grew angry. Neville sat next to him, and occasionally, he would pass Harry a note, but Harry didn't have the energy to write back. Professor Binns talked on and on about House- elves and their value in the magic world, while Harry merely stopped taking notes.
After that lesson, Harry walked to Transfiguration with several Gryffindor D.A members, and Cho. It seemed like an eternity to get there, but when he did arrived, Hermione was standing outside the door, alone. She seemed to be waiting for Harry. He got the clue when she continued to stare at him as though she had just known who he was.
When Harry reached the doorway with Neville, Luna, Ginny and Cho, Hermione spoke.
"Can I speak to you?" she asked, beaming at everyone.
"I suppose, but you'll have to wait until after lesson is over" Harry said as he watched Professor McGonagall rise out of her seat, and begin to write on the board.
"She's already excused us," said Hermione. Her voice sounded stiffer than usual.
"Alright" said Harry.
Cho kissed him smack dab on the lips and said "I'll see you at Lunch" and departed with Luna. Ginny left and Neville entered the room.
"Ron and I want to know something" Hermione said, beaming at Harry.
"Okay" said Harry.
"Did you or did you not attack Brian?"
Harry didn't want to answer that. In his mind, he seemed to yell the answer, but suddenly, the words slipped out, and Harry yelled them. "NO! I DIDN'T NOT ATTACK BRIAN! I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU AND RON INSISIT ON BELEIVING THAT KEVIN BOY!"
Hermione stared at him. Harry could see tear beginning to form in her eyes. Suddenly, she embraced him into a tight hug, and he could hear her sobbing. Harry hugged back.
"I knew it! I knew it!" said Hermione as she let him go, so she could examine his face. "I don't know what I was thinking, to believe Kevin, and not believe you!" she continued, tears splashing to the ground.
"I don't know why you believed him either, but there's something weird about him" Harry said.
"Yes, I thought so too" she said, sounding brainy. "Maybe I should-"
She suddenly broke off, and it was apparent why. Kevin came trotting down the hallway, alone, and feeling very pleased with himself. He stopped dead in front of Harry and Hermione.
"Well, if it isn't the Mudblood, and Potty mouth!" he sneered. Hermione instantly flushed red.
Harry suddenly called Kevin a word that he'd never say around teachers. It was the first time he had ever used such language.
"I'd watch my mouth potty"
"Why?
"Because, you don't want to fight with me!"
"Do you expect me to be scared of you, Kevin?"
Kevin whipped out his wand, but Harry was much quicker than Kevin was. He instantly yelled "Expelliarmus" sending Kevin's wand in the air and throwing Kevin across the hallway. Kevin hit a wall, but didn't seem injured. Suddenly, he pulled out another wand, and screeched "Flipendo" as Harry was suddenly flipped backward, and he had dropped his wand on the ground. Harry could now hear the scurrying of feet. Hermione quickly grabbed Harry's wand and threw it into her robes. The Transfiguration classroom door opened and a shocked Professor McGonagall emerged. The Gryffindors and Slytherin's huddled behind her.
"What is going on here!" she said looking from Harry, to Hermione. She completely ignored Kevin.
"Kevin attacked Harry professor! Look! He has his wand out!" said Ron, pointing.
Kevin did have a wand out. Professor McGonagall looked horrified.
"MR. HUGERSBY!" she shrieked. "What in merlin's beard were you thinking!?"
Harry expected Kevin to looked stunned, because he was in trouble, but instead, he did the unthinkable.
"So what I attacked potty! I can attack you too you old bat!" and he pointed his wand at Professor McGonagall but then a voice rang out from the crowd of students. "Relashio"
Kevin's wand soared out of his hand and flew into Draco Malfoy's hand.
"Thank you Mr. Malfoy. Fifty points to Slytherin house" said Professor McGonagall. She beamed at Kevin. "Mr. Davidson! Pack your things! You are expelled!"
* * * * * *
To many of the Hogwarts Students, Kevin's departure was a glorious event. They could not wait until he was gone. He had caused so much trouble already, that it was hard to believe he lasted this long. On the morning of his departure, Harry and the other students watched as Kevin's parents (who looked ashamed to even be called his parents) came to pick him up. They walked out across the grounds, and were picked up by the carriages.
No one really mentioned his departure much, because of all the joy that was going on. The Gryffindor's decided to celebrate in light of his departure. The party lasted well into the night, and before Harry could even stop himself from having fun, he remembered that their first Quidditch game was in a few hours. November the first was here, and the first match (Gryffindor vs. Slytherin) was set.
Harry waved goodnight to everyone, as he and Ron headed back upstairs to their dormitories. Harry slipped into his pajamas in the dark and climbed into bed. He felt a little drowsy, but he wasn't all that tired. One reason he could not fall asleep was because his scar prickled with pain. Lord Voldermort was upset. Something had gone wrong. Harry could feel every feeling that Voldermort was going through at this very moment, and it hurt him to feel those impulses, because the scar etched with pain even more. Finally the pain stopped and Harry was able to fall asleep.
His dream had taken to a house that seemed familiar to him. The walls of the house were a badge color, and there were pictures all around him. He stared at the waving pictures and saw people he knew; His mother and father. They were holding a baby, which in no doubt was Harry. The man was tall, dark and untidy haired like Harry and wore glasses. The Woman had long red hair and green eyes, and was smiling. Harry was inside his house.
There were voices coming from downstairs. Harry slowly walked down to see the sources of the voices. When he arrived on the bottom step, he could hear very familiar voices speaking. One was Harry's mother, the other Harry's father, and the other Sirius Black, Harry's godfather. The three of them were sitting in the living room.
The living room was a spacious room, with beautiful sofas that bore the colors of Gryffindor House, and pictures all around. A Carved wooden coffee table stood in the center. The living room provided a heavenly feeling that harry only felt in Dumbledore's office. "-So Albus reckons Voldermorts going to go after the orbs?" asked James.
"Yup. I think he's right," said Sirius. "I mean, look at the things that Voldermorts succeeded in doing. He's got the giants, the Dementors, and not to mention so many dark creatures" he continued, drinking from a goblet.
Harry's mother was gazing into space.
"Darling, are you alright?" James asked, grabbing her hand.
"Oh, yes. I'm all right. Its just-I'm scared"
"About the orbs? There's no need-"
"No, not the orbs. I'm scared for Harry," said Lily.
"Why?" asked Sirius.
"Just think. The orbs are in Fawkes nest right? What if Voldermort tried to get them, and actually succeeded. He'd come after us because we are the protectors. I don't want to risk him harming Harry" Lily said, her voice quivering slightly.
James starred at her. Harry had only seen this stare once, when he entered the pensive in snape's office last year.
Sirius stood to his feet and brushed himself off a bit. "Well, it getting a bit late. I've got to go and let Dumbledore know everything's okay. Oh, by the way, where is Fawkes? I haven't seen him since the beginning of the summer"
"He's at Hogwarts, with Dumbledore" said James.
"Oh. Well, good night!" said Sirius. He was gone in the blink of an eye, leaving behind a small pop.
Harry was left to stare at his mother and his father. He began to think about Fawke's nest. He had never known that Fawkes had his own nest. He didn't know that Fawkes was also guardian of the orbs too. All the pieces seem to fit together perfectly. But there was still one question burning in the back of Harry's mind. Where was Fawkes nest located?
Harry snapped back to reality, and watched his mother walk upstairs towards his bedroom. Harry followed her. She opened the door to Harry's room. He was crying.
It was odd for the older Harry to look at his baby self. He was tiny, with a mop of jet-black hair, and his small green eyes. He was sitting up in his crib, crying. Lily lifted him out of the bed, and held him in her arms. She seemed to be singing a soft lullaby to him.
Suddenly, harry heard someone yell from downstairs. It was his father. He seemed to be yelling a cry of assistance, or a cry of warning.
"LILY! TAKE HARRY AND GO" he yelled.
Lily turned to the door, and yelled back. "JAMES! WHATS GOING ON?"
"HE'S HERE! VOLDERMORT-AHHH!!" yelled James, as an explosion rocked the entire house. He was in trouble. Voldermort had broken into their house. Harry suddenly knew what night it was. It was the night Voldermort had killed his parents.
"Surrender!" hissed Voldermort, in his high-cold voice.
"NO!" yelled James. "Expelliarmus" he continued. The spell must have been ineffective to Voldermort because he heard a high pitched cold laughter.
"JAMES!" Lily yelled. Thunder crackled outside at the exact moment she yelled his name. There was no more movement downstairs. Voldermort had killed Harry's father. Harry didn't know what to do. He was useless. He couldn't help his mother at all. He began to hear Voldermort advancing up the stairs.
Lily quickly put Harry down near his crib, pulled out her wand and yelled "Colloportus". The bedroom door closed itself, and sealed. Harry breathed a sigh of relief. His mother was safe.for now.
But his happy thought was interrupted when a blast of light flew from outside the door, and blew it into pieces. He stood there, tall and skeletally. His face hidden beneath his hood. Harry saw his snake like fingers gripping a wand. Voldermort watched Lily, who was now standing in front of Harry, trying to shield him from the gaze of Voldermort.
"Move woman" said Voldermort.
"No! You are not harming Harry!" Lily shouted back.
Voldermort laughed. "Do you think I care what you say?"
"Please!" Lily pleaded. "Take me! Spare Harry!"
Voldermort simply stared at her. Harry saw his scarlet eyes surveying Lily. Harry now felt angrier. He couldn't do anything. He was merely invisible. He was now forced to watch Voldermort make a decision.
"I choose to kill you both!" shrieked Voldermort. "Avada Kadavra"
A jet of Green light, which nearly blinded Harry, emerged from Voldermorts wand. Harry watched as Lily Potter jumped in the way to take the hit. The spell flew through her like water rushing down a mountainside. Harry heard her scream in pain. And then he watched her fall to the ground, her eyes closed, and her face pale. She was dead. Harry could no longer bear to even look at her. He was angrier than he'd ever been in his life. Lord Voldermorts voice broke through his mind.
"Now Harry, it is your turn" said Voldermort. He muttered the killing curse once more, as a jet of green light headed toward young Harry. Before Harry could even see what happened, before he could realize what had happened, the green light merely bounced off of the young Harry, and flew at Voldermort. The spell hit Voldermort at full force, and Voldermort fell to the floor, his wand dropped by his side. Voldermorts reign of Terror was over. Voldermort was dead.
Harry now turned to himself, and saw a red light being etched on his forehead. The lightning bolt scar was forming. The light disappeared, and the scar looked fresh and new. Harry stood there, in his spot, crying. He had watched his mother die right in front of him, and he could not do anything about it. He wished he could have jumped in the way of that light.
Suddenly, something else was happening in the bedroom. On the wall, near Harry's bed, there was a portrait. It was glowing. The portrait detailed a building. It was unclear, because the light that was glowing made it hard to make out. There was only one thing Harry could see clearly. It was a letter. The letter S.
"Harry!" called a distant voice. It sounded close. In fact it was close. "Harry! Wake up!"..
The coming weeks at Hogwarts were some of the weeks that Harry least wanted to talk about. He felt as though he wanted to run away from Hogwarts again, and never come back. Everyone in school had a feeling that it was he who attacked Brian Torres. Harry didn't know why they felt this way, when they knew that Harry and Brian were friends. Harry knew who it was that had attacked Brian. He had known it all along, but he didn't say anything because he knew no one would believe him. He knew that Kevin was the one that attacked Brian.
Hermione and Ron seemed edgy about walking to classes with Harry, because everyone would stare at them, and begin to whisper amongst one another. Whenever the three of them were in the company of a teacher, Hermione and Ron would slide away from Harry by saying they had prefect duties to do. Harry knew they were lying.
Harry usually sat a breakfast alone, listening to other student's whisper about him. But what surprised Harry the most is that there was one group of kids that believed he didn't attack Brian. The D.A club. Cho and the rest of the gang would come to Harry's table and sit with him during meal times, and eat with him. They knew he didn't attack Brian. Harry had never felt happier in his life but he still had one problem; Ron and Hermione didn't believe him.
"They'll come around," said Ernie, at breakfast on Halloween.
"Bu it is weird that they don't believe you. I mean, I expected them to be the first one's to believe you," said Cho, as she sat closer to Harry and held his hand under the table.
"You know what, it really doesn't matter" Harry said, pushing his food away. "If they don't want to believe me, that's fine!"
His insides pounded whenever he even thought of his supposedly best friends. He did not know why they didn't believe him, and at this point, he really didn't care. He had went through this two years ago, when Ron believed that Harry put his name into the Goblet of Fire, but even then, Harry still had Hermione to confide in. Now he only had the D.A club.
History of Magic had never gone so slow. Harry sat at the back of the room, his eyes out of focus, and his mind elsewhere. Whenever he looked at Ron and Hermione, who were at the front of the room, he grew angry. Neville sat next to him, and occasionally, he would pass Harry a note, but Harry didn't have the energy to write back. Professor Binns talked on and on about House- elves and their value in the magic world, while Harry merely stopped taking notes.
After that lesson, Harry walked to Transfiguration with several Gryffindor D.A members, and Cho. It seemed like an eternity to get there, but when he did arrived, Hermione was standing outside the door, alone. She seemed to be waiting for Harry. He got the clue when she continued to stare at him as though she had just known who he was.
When Harry reached the doorway with Neville, Luna, Ginny and Cho, Hermione spoke.
"Can I speak to you?" she asked, beaming at everyone.
"I suppose, but you'll have to wait until after lesson is over" Harry said as he watched Professor McGonagall rise out of her seat, and begin to write on the board.
"She's already excused us," said Hermione. Her voice sounded stiffer than usual.
"Alright" said Harry.
Cho kissed him smack dab on the lips and said "I'll see you at Lunch" and departed with Luna. Ginny left and Neville entered the room.
"Ron and I want to know something" Hermione said, beaming at Harry.
"Okay" said Harry.
"Did you or did you not attack Brian?"
Harry didn't want to answer that. In his mind, he seemed to yell the answer, but suddenly, the words slipped out, and Harry yelled them. "NO! I DIDN'T NOT ATTACK BRIAN! I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU AND RON INSISIT ON BELEIVING THAT KEVIN BOY!"
Hermione stared at him. Harry could see tear beginning to form in her eyes. Suddenly, she embraced him into a tight hug, and he could hear her sobbing. Harry hugged back.
"I knew it! I knew it!" said Hermione as she let him go, so she could examine his face. "I don't know what I was thinking, to believe Kevin, and not believe you!" she continued, tears splashing to the ground.
"I don't know why you believed him either, but there's something weird about him" Harry said.
"Yes, I thought so too" she said, sounding brainy. "Maybe I should-"
She suddenly broke off, and it was apparent why. Kevin came trotting down the hallway, alone, and feeling very pleased with himself. He stopped dead in front of Harry and Hermione.
"Well, if it isn't the Mudblood, and Potty mouth!" he sneered. Hermione instantly flushed red.
Harry suddenly called Kevin a word that he'd never say around teachers. It was the first time he had ever used such language.
"I'd watch my mouth potty"
"Why?
"Because, you don't want to fight with me!"
"Do you expect me to be scared of you, Kevin?"
Kevin whipped out his wand, but Harry was much quicker than Kevin was. He instantly yelled "Expelliarmus" sending Kevin's wand in the air and throwing Kevin across the hallway. Kevin hit a wall, but didn't seem injured. Suddenly, he pulled out another wand, and screeched "Flipendo" as Harry was suddenly flipped backward, and he had dropped his wand on the ground. Harry could now hear the scurrying of feet. Hermione quickly grabbed Harry's wand and threw it into her robes. The Transfiguration classroom door opened and a shocked Professor McGonagall emerged. The Gryffindors and Slytherin's huddled behind her.
"What is going on here!" she said looking from Harry, to Hermione. She completely ignored Kevin.
"Kevin attacked Harry professor! Look! He has his wand out!" said Ron, pointing.
Kevin did have a wand out. Professor McGonagall looked horrified.
"MR. HUGERSBY!" she shrieked. "What in merlin's beard were you thinking!?"
Harry expected Kevin to looked stunned, because he was in trouble, but instead, he did the unthinkable.
"So what I attacked potty! I can attack you too you old bat!" and he pointed his wand at Professor McGonagall but then a voice rang out from the crowd of students. "Relashio"
Kevin's wand soared out of his hand and flew into Draco Malfoy's hand.
"Thank you Mr. Malfoy. Fifty points to Slytherin house" said Professor McGonagall. She beamed at Kevin. "Mr. Davidson! Pack your things! You are expelled!"
* * * * * *
To many of the Hogwarts Students, Kevin's departure was a glorious event. They could not wait until he was gone. He had caused so much trouble already, that it was hard to believe he lasted this long. On the morning of his departure, Harry and the other students watched as Kevin's parents (who looked ashamed to even be called his parents) came to pick him up. They walked out across the grounds, and were picked up by the carriages.
No one really mentioned his departure much, because of all the joy that was going on. The Gryffindor's decided to celebrate in light of his departure. The party lasted well into the night, and before Harry could even stop himself from having fun, he remembered that their first Quidditch game was in a few hours. November the first was here, and the first match (Gryffindor vs. Slytherin) was set.
Harry waved goodnight to everyone, as he and Ron headed back upstairs to their dormitories. Harry slipped into his pajamas in the dark and climbed into bed. He felt a little drowsy, but he wasn't all that tired. One reason he could not fall asleep was because his scar prickled with pain. Lord Voldermort was upset. Something had gone wrong. Harry could feel every feeling that Voldermort was going through at this very moment, and it hurt him to feel those impulses, because the scar etched with pain even more. Finally the pain stopped and Harry was able to fall asleep.
His dream had taken to a house that seemed familiar to him. The walls of the house were a badge color, and there were pictures all around him. He stared at the waving pictures and saw people he knew; His mother and father. They were holding a baby, which in no doubt was Harry. The man was tall, dark and untidy haired like Harry and wore glasses. The Woman had long red hair and green eyes, and was smiling. Harry was inside his house.
There were voices coming from downstairs. Harry slowly walked down to see the sources of the voices. When he arrived on the bottom step, he could hear very familiar voices speaking. One was Harry's mother, the other Harry's father, and the other Sirius Black, Harry's godfather. The three of them were sitting in the living room.
The living room was a spacious room, with beautiful sofas that bore the colors of Gryffindor House, and pictures all around. A Carved wooden coffee table stood in the center. The living room provided a heavenly feeling that harry only felt in Dumbledore's office. "-So Albus reckons Voldermorts going to go after the orbs?" asked James.
"Yup. I think he's right," said Sirius. "I mean, look at the things that Voldermorts succeeded in doing. He's got the giants, the Dementors, and not to mention so many dark creatures" he continued, drinking from a goblet.
Harry's mother was gazing into space.
"Darling, are you alright?" James asked, grabbing her hand.
"Oh, yes. I'm all right. Its just-I'm scared"
"About the orbs? There's no need-"
"No, not the orbs. I'm scared for Harry," said Lily.
"Why?" asked Sirius.
"Just think. The orbs are in Fawkes nest right? What if Voldermort tried to get them, and actually succeeded. He'd come after us because we are the protectors. I don't want to risk him harming Harry" Lily said, her voice quivering slightly.
James starred at her. Harry had only seen this stare once, when he entered the pensive in snape's office last year.
Sirius stood to his feet and brushed himself off a bit. "Well, it getting a bit late. I've got to go and let Dumbledore know everything's okay. Oh, by the way, where is Fawkes? I haven't seen him since the beginning of the summer"
"He's at Hogwarts, with Dumbledore" said James.
"Oh. Well, good night!" said Sirius. He was gone in the blink of an eye, leaving behind a small pop.
Harry was left to stare at his mother and his father. He began to think about Fawke's nest. He had never known that Fawkes had his own nest. He didn't know that Fawkes was also guardian of the orbs too. All the pieces seem to fit together perfectly. But there was still one question burning in the back of Harry's mind. Where was Fawkes nest located?
Harry snapped back to reality, and watched his mother walk upstairs towards his bedroom. Harry followed her. She opened the door to Harry's room. He was crying.
It was odd for the older Harry to look at his baby self. He was tiny, with a mop of jet-black hair, and his small green eyes. He was sitting up in his crib, crying. Lily lifted him out of the bed, and held him in her arms. She seemed to be singing a soft lullaby to him.
Suddenly, harry heard someone yell from downstairs. It was his father. He seemed to be yelling a cry of assistance, or a cry of warning.
"LILY! TAKE HARRY AND GO" he yelled.
Lily turned to the door, and yelled back. "JAMES! WHATS GOING ON?"
"HE'S HERE! VOLDERMORT-AHHH!!" yelled James, as an explosion rocked the entire house. He was in trouble. Voldermort had broken into their house. Harry suddenly knew what night it was. It was the night Voldermort had killed his parents.
"Surrender!" hissed Voldermort, in his high-cold voice.
"NO!" yelled James. "Expelliarmus" he continued. The spell must have been ineffective to Voldermort because he heard a high pitched cold laughter.
"JAMES!" Lily yelled. Thunder crackled outside at the exact moment she yelled his name. There was no more movement downstairs. Voldermort had killed Harry's father. Harry didn't know what to do. He was useless. He couldn't help his mother at all. He began to hear Voldermort advancing up the stairs.
Lily quickly put Harry down near his crib, pulled out her wand and yelled "Colloportus". The bedroom door closed itself, and sealed. Harry breathed a sigh of relief. His mother was safe.for now.
But his happy thought was interrupted when a blast of light flew from outside the door, and blew it into pieces. He stood there, tall and skeletally. His face hidden beneath his hood. Harry saw his snake like fingers gripping a wand. Voldermort watched Lily, who was now standing in front of Harry, trying to shield him from the gaze of Voldermort.
"Move woman" said Voldermort.
"No! You are not harming Harry!" Lily shouted back.
Voldermort laughed. "Do you think I care what you say?"
"Please!" Lily pleaded. "Take me! Spare Harry!"
Voldermort simply stared at her. Harry saw his scarlet eyes surveying Lily. Harry now felt angrier. He couldn't do anything. He was merely invisible. He was now forced to watch Voldermort make a decision.
"I choose to kill you both!" shrieked Voldermort. "Avada Kadavra"
A jet of Green light, which nearly blinded Harry, emerged from Voldermorts wand. Harry watched as Lily Potter jumped in the way to take the hit. The spell flew through her like water rushing down a mountainside. Harry heard her scream in pain. And then he watched her fall to the ground, her eyes closed, and her face pale. She was dead. Harry could no longer bear to even look at her. He was angrier than he'd ever been in his life. Lord Voldermorts voice broke through his mind.
"Now Harry, it is your turn" said Voldermort. He muttered the killing curse once more, as a jet of green light headed toward young Harry. Before Harry could even see what happened, before he could realize what had happened, the green light merely bounced off of the young Harry, and flew at Voldermort. The spell hit Voldermort at full force, and Voldermort fell to the floor, his wand dropped by his side. Voldermorts reign of Terror was over. Voldermort was dead.
Harry now turned to himself, and saw a red light being etched on his forehead. The lightning bolt scar was forming. The light disappeared, and the scar looked fresh and new. Harry stood there, in his spot, crying. He had watched his mother die right in front of him, and he could not do anything about it. He wished he could have jumped in the way of that light.
Suddenly, something else was happening in the bedroom. On the wall, near Harry's bed, there was a portrait. It was glowing. The portrait detailed a building. It was unclear, because the light that was glowing made it hard to make out. There was only one thing Harry could see clearly. It was a letter. The letter S.
"Harry!" called a distant voice. It sounded close. In fact it was close. "Harry! Wake up!"..