Spirit of Four

Chapter 1: Alone Again

The world spins into view as fifteen year old Harry Potter awakens from a troubled nights sleep

with tears in his eyes. Trying to compose himself he wipes the flowing tears out of his eyes. You might

think its strange for a teenage boy to wake up crying but there is very little that is normal about Harry, in

fact he is far from it he's a wizard not only that he's been destined to rid the world of evil. That evil goes by

the name Lord Voldemort the very same one who killed his parents Halloween 14 years ago when he was

one. Unlike many other times his dreams have made him awaken sometimes they were visions of what

Voldemort was doing at the time, but now he can't tell weather its real or not because of Voldemorts ability

to manipulate Harry's visions which is the reason Harry is crying at this moment.

The past years like all others haven't been kind to Harry, but now more than ever he feels it. Due to

Voldemorts manipulations Harry along with others were led into a trap to retrieve a prophecy stored in the

Department of Mysteries. While Harry managed to keep Voldemort from getting the prophecy he lost

something even more important, His godfather Sirius Black. Harry watched helplessly as his godfathers own cousin Bellantrix Lestrange fired the curse that sent him there. Harry overcome with rage went after her only

to be taunted by her about Sirius's death with the hatred he felt cast and unforgivable curse on her, but as

Bellantrix said you have to enjoy it which Harry couldn't understand how a human could enjoy inflicting

pain on another and was unable to hold the curse for long. After being pinned down behind a statue the real

battle began between the two most powerful mages known Albus Dumbledore and Lord Voldemort. During

the battle Dumbledore seemed to be winning but Voldemort decided to posses Harry Like he did and with

that Voldemort got enough time to escape with Bellantrix, but without the prophecy he was seeking.

With the loss of everything Harry began to think about everything on his way back "home". With

a warning from the paranoid auror Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody Harry was left alone by his relatives only

having to do chores on weekend with most the time he studied his books and practiced occlomacy to keep

it from ever happening again. Harry filled with grief took to studying with such ferocity that his best friend

Hermione Granger would have been proud. Memorizing every spell and counter curse in every book over

the past 5 years of Hogwarts, but also every potion book and into depth on everything else that he though

could help in his fight against Voldemort because now he knows that its either his life or Voldemorts

and he didn't plan on giving up without a fight.

After a night of grueling studying he decided to go into a fitful sleep, but this time is was much

different. As he slipped into dreams he expected to have Voldemort showing him murders of everyone he \

knew while this in it self kept him awake he needed to sleep and as long as he knew it wasn't real he could at

least have a normal sleep. Though this time it was much different it was more watching a movie instead of a

vision he was looking at a little boy laying in a cold room covered in blood holding a small blanket, Harry

grimly though "well there's someone who had a worst childhood than me. I wonder what happened to him" at

that moment he noticed 2 men grabbing the child and leading him to a large room that looked magnificent

except that there was a large bloody stone in the middle surrounded by people, but they weren't death

eaters they were dressed in pure white robes but they didn't seem to be pure but and unholy white that

caused Harry to shiver. The child was laid on the stone where something happened that imprinted on Harry's

mind for many years the child laying there had 4 jagged spikes crucify him to the stone the child seemed in

so much pain yet wouldn't scream. It was like he was used to it. At that the image changed.

As the new nightmare or vision whatever it was came into view it showed a kid who while seemed

older than he should was no bigger than a second year sitting in a room similar to the last one, but there was

no Stone he was sitting there then the men in the white robes came into view there faced hidden as the

circled around. The kid sat there crossed legged he seemed passive as he seemed to know what was going

on. A man it seemed walked over to him and handed him a fairly large bundle and returned to his position in

the circle. The young man unrolled it in front of him revealing the most horrendous and scary looking tools

he ever saw the kid seemed unfazed as he un robbed himself now wearing white shorts and shirt similar to

the robes the people wore and while Harry wondered what was going on he picked up a large blade like tool

and shoved it into his right thigh the blood seemed to gush spraying the shorts of the mutilated teen as he

seemed to wince and cut along his thigh. Working two slits on either side of his bone he stared removing

the flesh with a very strange tool covered in serrated blades he removed section after section of flesh. Harry

looked on memorized with morbid curiosity observing the teen's body he noticed various tattoos of runes

on both arms and a strange symbol on his back that seemed to have great magic put into them. and with all

the abuse he knows he must have gone thru there were no scars. Looking back to the leg he noticed the

flesh was mostly gone all the way up and down his inner thigh exposing the bone, but the strange thing

was the wound that should have caused him to bleed to death was starting to heal. Harry could see the cells

reattaching each other. Harry couldn't watch much longer as he noticed that though the world was silent in this

dream he could tell what was going on. The men were yelling at him and then curses started falling on him.

The curses seemed to make the Curacies seem like a Cheering Charm, but to Harry's amazement and Horror

the mysterious stranger seemed to only grit his teeth and scrap the flesh out exposing the white bone. Then

putting the tool on the ground he picked up what seemed like a saw and began to cut the bone. If it wasn't a

dream Harry would have vomited. After what seemed like and eternity the process seemed to be done and he

removed a fifteen inch piece of bone then collapsed as the pain seemed to get to him.

Harry woke up with a start that dream seemed to cause him more pain than watching his friend

being tortured in his dreams influenced by Voldemort. "Who was that guy" Harry said under his breath.

Deciding to only write to the Headmaster if the visions are important and not just dreams like they seemed

to be lately. Even tho Harry wouldn't admit it he didn't want to write Dumbledore due to the fact Harry blew up

at him at the end of last year and was ashamed at how he acted. Deciding it must not have been very

important he decided to go back to sleep, but this time there were no visions and Harry forgot most the

details but the fact that he watched a kid tortured, but didn't know who or even if it was real.