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This is my first ff and I hope that some one will find it of interest. I'm not so good at English so I hope you will forgive me if you find any mistakes. I appreciate any comments you want to make on my story, so pleas don't hastate to revue, it is a way to improve my writing skills.
Pleas read this and tell me if it's worth continuing.
HARRY POTTER AND THE ELEMENTAL POWER
CHAPTER ONE
ESCAPE IN A DREAM
Harry waved good-bye at his friends on the station platform and turned to uncle Vernon, and followed him silently from the station. The summer holidays for Harry had now started and it will be two months until he will return back to Hogwarts. 'There was no point worrying yet' he told himself, as he got into the back of the Dursleys' car. 'As Hagrid had said, what would come would come.and he would have to meet it when it did'. But it was a hard code to leave by, how could he not worry abut it. Voldemort was back to power, and he is after Harry. And what's worst, Harry was facing two mounts with the Dursleys'. How will he survive these two mounts? What's so important at privet drive that he has to go back to? What are the motives for Dumbledore for sending him there?
Once the car stopped at number four, privet-drive, Harry jumped out of the car and unloaded his trunk. In the first few minutes back he was already told off for the noise he was making until he brought his trunk safely up in his room, he couldn't imagine the rest of the summer how it would be. Harry unpacked his clothes from his trunk, and attached a peace of parchment counting down the days until September the first. Harry passed that evening in his room reading schoolbooks, and only came out for dinner. He was only too happy to stay away from the Dursleys, they would treat him as bad as ever for what happened last summer before he left. 'At least I have the summer work to distract me for the first few days' he thought, hoping that soon Mrs. Weasley would invite him to the Borrow.
Soon it was getting dark out side and Harry was getting sleepy, he didn't sleep very well in the last few days with all his nightmares haunting him in his sleep. So after putting his books back safely in his trunk, he went to his small wardrobe and changed in his too large pajama pants and looked in the mirror. A year passed since the last time he looked in it, and the reflection that looked back at him was different from how he remembered it. Harry got taller from last year; he was still pale and skinny though. His hair was messy as ever and he needed a haircut, 'surly tomorrow there will be some comments about it at breakfast' he thought. He also noticed that there was a dark, downy haze starting to appear on his chin and upper lip and along his jaw line. He will need to start shave soon, like Ron who had already started to shave his facial hair last year. Harry also noticed that he need a new pair of glasses, the pair he got were old and the frame was all bent, 'maybe I can get an new pair in Diagon alley, or maybe some contacts, but this will change my appearance a lot' he thought. He looked away from the mirror and after opining slightly the window for Hedwig he slipped in bad hoping that he would have a good night sleep. 'Well it was a good first day back. Hopefully it will continue to be like this all summer' he thought. As soon as he took off his glasses and rested his head on the poorly stuffed pillow he drifted in a deep sleep.
*
Harry was walking in the graveyard were Voldemort regained his power only few weeks ago. He know this was a dream, he had been having the same dreams on what happened on that night for a week now, but this time it was different; this time it was more vivid. He could feel the cool breeze on his bare chest; feel the wet grass under his feet as he moved around, the smell of the air filing his nostrils. 'This must be a dream, it can't be real' he thought desperately. But it was so deferent from the ones he had in the previous nights. 'Is this a dream from my scar' he thought 'but my scar is not hurting me, then what is it?'
He looked around and saw the grave of Voldemort's father, and not too far away from it there was a shadowy figure with red eyes looking at him. "Voldemort" he gasped and as the name left his mouth the figure came in sharp focus. Voldemort was looking at him with an evil smile on his snake like face, and pointing his wand at him. Harry reached for his own wand and pointed it at him, and shouted "Expelliarmus" and at the same time Voldemort cried "Avada kadavra". A jet of green light issued from Voldemort's wand just as a jet of red light blasted from Harry's- they met in mid-air - and a narrow beam of golden light was now connecting the two wands. Harry's wand was vibrating as though an electric charge was surging through it and Harry was having grate difficulty holding his wand, but Voldemort didn't seem to have any difficulty holding his wand. After few seconds it become painful for Harry holding his wand in his hand. the wand was getting so hot it was starting to scald his hands. Soon the golden thread connecting Harry and Voldemort splintered, though the wands remained connected, a thousand more offshoots arced high over Harry and Voldemort, criss-crossing all around them, until they were enclosed in the golden, dome-shaped web.
Once more Harry found himself in the golden dome and soon he heard the familiar phoenix song, but this time it was different. It was not the sound of hope he remembered so well, this time the song was shouting angrily at him making his hart ache. The music was getting louder in his ear, and penetrating his very soul making him feel desperate and miserable, and felt a tear rolling down his check. Soon after the golden dome appeared echoes of previous spells started to come out of the wands, and like last time the thick gray ghost of Cedric Diggory appeared. But this time he didn't come out of Voldemort's wand but from Harry's. Cedric gave Harry an angry look and moved next to Voldemort staring angrily at Harry. 'What's wrong? Why is he angry with me? How did he come from my wand?' he thought.
An old men Harry had seen in a dream soon followed Cedric. The old men moved next to Voldemort as well. Harry couldn't understand, he never head a dream like this before, he was scared. 'Why are they angry with me? What is going on? Is this a dream or not?' he thought. Yet another body emerged from Harry's wand, a woman whose name was bertha jerkins and like the others she moved next to Voldemort, like the others she was staring angrily at Harry. Harry had both hands around his wand now both arms shaking as he fought to keep his wand still and not to panic. Harry know what was coming now, he knew it was his parents turn to emerge from the wand, but he was afraid to see them, to see the look on their faces. Once more a body emerged from the wand, it was Harry's mother and was immediately followed by his father. Both of them looked at him, both of them angry and disgust on their faces as they looked at him. Now tears were running freely on his face.
"Mother! Father! Why are you angry at me?" Harry asked tears in his voice.
"Its all your fault. All this suffering is all because of you," said Bertha Jerkins
"I was only seventeen years old, I had all my life in front of me, and because of you I'm dead," said Cedric Diggory
"Mother! Father! -" Harry repeated sadly
"Your not our son any more" said his mother
"You're a murderer, " said his father
"Murderer" yelled the five ghosts and Voldemort laughed at him
"No! Mother! Father! Please" shouted Harry through Voldemort's cold laughter
"Murderer - murderer - murderer - MURDERER"
"NO" yield Harry waking up with a start panting heavily holding his face in his hand and shaking badly, his hands were all burned and painful.
Suddenly the door of Harry's room burst open and uncle Vernon appeared at the door followed by his aunt and Dudley, all looking angrier then Harry had ever seen them in all his life.
"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SHOUTING FOR IN THE MEDDLE OF THE NIGHT?" shouted uncle Vernon. "WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU, YOU FREAK"
Harry couldn't take it any more, he couldn't bear to see any more faces angry with him, even if they were his aunt and uncle. He felt his hart burst in pain and misery, and Harry collapsed in desperate cries. Holding his knees and rocking backwards and forward crying on his knees repeating the same words "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry". The three Dursleys' stayed at the door, looking shocked at the sudden emotional outburst from Harry.
*
Next morning Harry stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling of his room. Images of his parents blaming him for their deaths and calling him a murderer were passing in front of his eyes. For the first time in his life the Dursleys' treated him as a human, and his aunt called the family doctor. The doctor was an elderly men with white hair and a white beard. His light brown eyes showed a very kind hearted person. He kept talking softly to Harry about school and friends as he examined his burned hands. It was very hard to lie to this man, and there was something comforting in his voice. Harry knew he couldn't tell him about his school and his dreams, but he could still tell him about his friends. After putting some kind of green paste on his hands and bandaging them, the doctor left the room, and Harry could hear him talk to his aunt and uncle.
"What's wrong with him?" asked his aunt's voice
"He is ok now. I've taken care of his burns-" said the doctor
"Burns? How did he burn himself" uncle Vernon interrupted
"Yes. He has burns on the palms of his hands and fingers. I've put some medical paste and bandaged his hands, they will heal in two week or so" said the doctor
"But how? He only had a nightmare, how did he burn his hands" asked aunt petunia
"Don't know, but whatever happened last night it fritted his wits out of him" said the doctor " and I think someone should speak to him" he added
"What do you mean someone should speak to him?" said uncle Vernon
"Well.look something terrible happened to that boy. He is having terrible nightmares, and I think he hasn't slept a straight night for days now. He needs someone to confront him or it will get worst," said the doctor
"Get worst?" bellowed uncle Vernon
"He needs rest and tranquility. No emotions. I gave him some sleeping pills for the night. As I told you he is afraid to go to sleep, and if he doesn't rest he could get very sick," said the doctor.
"Thank you Dr Sylvans" said aunt petunia
"Plusher Mrs. Dursley. And if something happens don't hesitate to call" said the doctor
Then Harry heard footsteps going down the stares, and uncle Vernon arguing with the doctor. The door of the room opened and aunt petunia entered closing the door behind her. She was looking at him sternly for few minutes before she spoke.
"Are you going to tell me what happened last night?" she asked.
"Noting happened last night. Only had a bad dream," he said
"And you call your hands a bad dream?" she bellowed
Harry looked at his hands and stayed silent. His aunt looked at him and sighed and said: "Try to get some sleep you need to rest. Doctors cost you know!" and opened the door and left the room.
*
With the help of the sleeping pills Harry managed to get some sleep during that night, but he still had terrible nightmares of his parents and Cedric Diggory blaming him for their deaths. These dreams were not like the one he had on his first day back. Something in that dream was real like the burns on his hands, but he couldn't understand how. Harry didn't writhe to anyone about that dream, he was sure that if he wrote to Sirius he would panic and come straight at the Dursley with grate risks of being captured, and Ron and Hermione would get worried. After a week of nightmares, life at the Dursleys was getting worst by the day. His aunt and uncle were shouting at him every opportunity they get, and give him very hard work to do, which was very painful with his burned hands, and didn't seem to be healing. Harry was not feeling well at all; he was getting very weak for the lack of sleep. it have been more then two weeks that he had a full night's rest.
After a week Harry had yet another vivid dream, but this time was different. Harry was not in a graveyard, this time he found himself in Diagon alley.
Harry was walking slowly in the cobbled street, his bare feet nearly freezing on the cold stone. He was surrounded by shadow like blurry figures, but he could clearly see their eyes looking at him. The figures seemed to be pointing at him and whispering with each other. Their voices echoed loudly in his head but couldn't understand what were they saying. Harry kept moving along the street looking at the shops displays. He could see clearly every detail like he was not in a dream at all, like he was there in person. He could even smell the sweet sent of the pumpkin pie coming from the leaky cauldron, or the smell of bad eggs coming out from the apothecary. When Harry passed by the magical-creature shop he noticed something strange; in the cages there weren't any creatures, but shadows with animal eyes looking at him. He didn't let that bather him and moved further along the street to the quidditch supply shop to look at the brooms. When he arrived in front of the shop his vision started to get blurry until all he could see was darkness. Harry wake up with a start finding himself in his room filled with morning sunlight, his feet cold and covered in dirt.
*
The next few days Harry head other similar dreams in Diagon alley and in Hogsmade or sometimes-even Hogwarts, and each morning find his feet covered in mud or dirt. Sure enough these were not normal dreams, but Harry was enjoying them, they were better then nightmares and at least he was sleeping. But after some time the shadows he was seeing in these dreams were behaving strangely, and started to scare him even if he tried to ignore them. Harry didn't mansion these dreams in any one of his letters he sent to his friends. Ron had sent two letters from the beginning of the summer holidays and in each one he had mentioned that Mrs. Weasley was trying to convince Dumbledore to allow Harry to go to the barrow, but Dumbledore was still saying that it was not wise to allow it yet. On the other hand Hermione only sent one letter saying that she was going on holyday with her parents. Harry had a strong felling that she went to visit Victor Krum, but Hermione never mentioned anything about it.
In the last dream Harry was in the grate hall at Hogwarts sitting at the Gryffindor house table. The great hall was disserted and Harry was enjoying looking at the enchanted ceiling of the hall, before the doors burst open. Two blurry shadows entered the great hall and moved in front of Harry and staring at him. One of them had blue eyes and the other head black lightless eyes. There was something familiar in those eyes but Harry couldn't remember.
Annoyed Harry got up from the table and walked past the shadows trying to ignore there whispers, and walked out of the great hall and out of the castle towards the lake. Half way to the lake Harry turned to look at the castle, and when he did so he noticed that the two shadows from the great hall followed him. Very annoyed now by the shadows following him, Harry shouted at them. "Leave me alone. Go away" his voice sounded like thunder in the silence of the night, and echoed in his head. At that the shadows looked at each other and back to him and started whispering to him, but Harry couldn't understand what they were saying. After few seconds Harry turned and started walking to the lake, but darkens encircled him and Harry wake up in his room.
*
On Friday of the second week of the holidays Harry woke up early in the morning, feeling rested for the first time in two weeks. Last night Harry had a perfect dreamless night sleep. Harry got out of bed walked to the window and looked outside, it was a clear cool summer morning and the healthy crisp cool air filled his lunges. This summer Harry had decided to start running in the mornings, but with the lack of sleep he didn't give it any thought. To day it was perfect to give it a try, and he was perfectly rested. He went to the wardrobe and selected the best pair of Dudley's shorts he got and a t-shirt. Harry was going to take the bandages off his hands but decided against it. His hands didn't seem to be healing and sure it will take more then the doctor head said, so after he changed he walked silently to the front door.
Once outside Harry made some warm-ups he had learned to do at the Muggles School, and started running. He ran to the local park only few blocks away and back, stopping to rest frequently along the way, his body was out of shape. 'Well hope I can keep doing it every day, it really feels good' he thought.
Back at the house Harry went to the bathroom took a shower and prepared for breakfast. In the kitchen an unpleasant surprise was awaiting him there. Sitting at the table across uncle Vernon, there was aunt Marge uncle Vernon's sister. Aunt Marge was one of the few parsons he really hated, and she hated Harry all the way through and didn't bother not to show it.
"Ahh! Were have you been boy. I had to carry my luggage myself up to the room this morning, because we couldn't find you any were in the house," said aunt Marge "I was hoping you've run away for good, but it seems I was mistaken"
"Err.I went running this morning" Harry replied still in shock for seeing her there
"Running.wasting time when you could have done something useful in your life. And why are your hands bandaged? Another excuse for not doing your part of work in the house?" she said glaring at him. 'Not doing my part when I'm treated like a house elf ' he thought
"Err.my hands are burnt" Harry replied trying to keep as calm as possible.
"Yes some how he managed to burn his hands tow weeks ago and we had to pay for a doctor, but they should have healed by now," said uncle Vernon
"Take them off boy and start cooking breakfast" said aunt Marge
"But my hand didn't heal yet" said Harry
"I SAID TAKE THOSE BANDAGES OFF AND START COOKING BREAKFAST AND DON'T MAKE ME REPEAT MYSELF OR YOU'LL BE SORRY" aunt Marge bellowed standing up from the table holding up her fist
Harry carefully begun undoing the bandages very slowly. It was a very painful process because some of the bandages were stuck to the flash, and it would come off with the bandage as he unwrapped them off his hands. Harry's hands were surly not healing, and from what Harry could see it was getting worst. His hands were all blistered and blooded where he had taken off the flash. And some kind of yellow liquid was coming out of the blisters. When he showed his hands to them, they gasped at that sight and aunt petunia covered her mouth with her hand and looked away
"What the hell have you been doing to them? I'm not going to pay any more money for the doctor you know" said uncle Vernon
"I haven't been doing any ting to them," said Harry a little scared now
"I'm sure he is lying. Maybe he thinks that you'll pity him and not sanding him back to that school. What is it for again, mental retards is it?" said aunt Marge
"Err yes it's a school for mental maladies" replied his uncle
"WHAT?" shouted Harry in disbelief?
"Shut up, your just like your father a good for noting criminal" bellowed aunt Marge
At this Harry was very angry and was fighting to keep his anger in control and not to do some accidental magic and blow up aunt Marge. That won't be a bed idea, but he didn't want to be expelled form school.
"Don't mason my parents if you know what's good for you" said Harry through graining teeth. His aunt and uncle know what he meant by that statement. They remembered too well what happened last time aunt Marge insulted his parents. Before anyone could say another word aunt petunia ran to him and pushed Harry out of the kitchen and closed the door behind her. She looked very angry but she seemed to be controlling herself not to shout at him.
"Don't you dare speak to aunt Marge like that again. And go take care of your hands and don't come out of your room until tomorrow. Do you hear me?" she said pushing him up the sitars
Harry went back to his room without saying a word. After fetching some clean bandages Harry started to clean his burns, deep in thoughts. 'That's great. What a nice summer I'm going to have: nightmares, lack of sleep, the Dursleys shouting at me all the time, aunt Marge insulting my parents, I'd be lucky if I don't blow up the house. My life is a total misery' he thought. 'Dam it Dumbledore. Why couldn't I just go with the Weasleys for the summer? My hands hurt like hell'.
After bandaging his hands Harry went to his trunk and opened a secret magical compartment he had made last year, where he was keeping some chocolate frogs and caldron cakes for emergences. There was enough food at lest for two weeks, but this summer Dudley was not on diet. It seemed that Dudley had lost some weight even if he didn't show and paschal changes, but aunt petunia ended his diet and said that was on the edge of disappearing. In Harry's opinion he was on the edge of getting stuck in the entrance door.
After having some food Harry sat in the desk and concentrated on a very difficult astronomy essay. It was very hard to write with his hands bandaged, and he was sure that it would take all day to finish it. Harry was not disturbed as he worked, and even if the essay was a nasty one he enjoyed working on it with a light summer breeze hitting his face coming from the open window.
After finishing his essay Harry noticed that it was already getting dark, and decided to go to sleep early so he could go running in the morning. So after taking some food from his hiding place he changed in to his pajama pants and went to bed. 'It was not a bad day after all' he thought 'actually it was the best day he had in days leaving out the encounter with aunt Marge, and with these thoughts he drifted to sleep.
*
Harry found himself in what seemed to be a small backyard garden. It was not perfectly maintained there were a lost of weeds all around the place, but Harry liked it all the same. He already knew were he was, and sure enough when he turned he saw the very place he wanted to be for two weeks. Even if it was still early there was only one light coming from the burrow, and Harry knew whose room was that.
It was a nice felling being back there, and as he walked around the place to the door he remembered the pleasant time he passed there. Even if it was a simple house and some times badly maintained, Harry enjoyed every second he had stayed there in the last years.
When Harry arrived at the door he slowly opined it and a loving atmosphere welcomed him. There was no one in sight so he kept walking around feeling happiness filling his hart. Everything was how he remembers it, even the grandfather clock with its nine golden hands engraved with the Weasley family's names. All of its golden hands were on the home position except for the one with Mr. Weasley's name, which was on the work position.
After few minutes Harry walked out of the kitchen and down a narrow passageway to an uneven staircase, which zigzagged its way up through the house. After Harry climbed five flights of staircases he reached a door with peeling paint and a small plaque on it, saying 'Ronald's room'. Harry opined the door and half wishing to see his best friend entered the room. Looking around Harry didn't see his friend, but a shadow laying on the bed reading a book. 'What are these shadows? Why cant I see my friend?' he thought.
When the shadow looked up from the book and noticed Harry, it started whispering and moving away from him. Its light brown eyes had fear in them and it was looking directly at him. After few minuets other shadows all with light brown eyes, came from behind Harry and they begun whispering to each other. Harry turned and looked back at the frightened shadow and looked in those fearful eyes. Harry knew those eyes, and without thinking he whispered the name of his best friend.
The name sounded like it was being bellowed in the room, and it echoed painfully in Harry's head. In that instant the shadow was coming in to clear focus and soon took a bleary shape of his best friend Ron Weasley. Ron's face had an expression of complete terror on it, but it was slowly turning in to an awed expression. After Ron seemed to calm down, he opined his mouth and spoke to Harry and this time Harry understood every word that was said.
"Harry is that you? Are you ok?"
Harry turned around to find that the other shadows head diapered and instead there were the other members of the Weasley family. Harry felt his legs collapse beneath him and darkness surrounding him in an unconscious state.
*
In the morning Harry woke up keeping his eyes closed and feeling strangely comfortable in his bed. His old bed had never been this comfortable, In which some times Harry wake up with a back ace. 'Oh well I better get up and go running before the Dursleys wake up' he thought.
Harry opined his eyes and instantly realized that he wasn't in his bed at number four privet drive. He was in a room painted dark blue, with a magnificent set of varnished oak furnisher. Several files were neatly arraigned in alphabetical order on the desk. Looking at the books title on a small bookcase Harry realized that he must be in a wizard house.
The room was blazing with the morning sunlight coming from the window on the other side of the room. Harry looking around for few minutes before he got out of bed. Once out of bed he noticed that he was not wearing his own pajama pants. The one he was wearing was short above the ankles and to his horror he was not wearing any underwear. Some one had changed the bandages on his hands too and his fingers felt cold in them. Harry moved slowly towards the window and looked outside, he knew were he was now. 'But how can I be at the Barrow? What happened last night?' Before Harry could think of any explanation he heard the door of the room open, and when he turned he saw Mrs. Weasley looking at him.
"Oh your awake. How are you feeling Harry dear?" said Mrs. Weasley
"How did I arrive here?" he asked shyly
"You don't remember dear?"
"Well I remember going to bed and having a strange dream." he stopped thinking on the dream he head last night. What if these dreams were real and he would have been walking around every night. If these dreams were real then his parents were really blaming him for there deaths, and maybe he was causing every one around him to suffer like she shadows said. "I-It was a dream wasn't it Mrs. Weasley? Pleas tell me it was a dream" he continued, feeling tears in prickling in his eyes.
"Well Harry dear I don't know about the dreams but when I contacted Dumbledore, he said that you're sleepwalking at night. He will be here soon to bring your tings from the Dursleys. You were not wearing any ting when you showed up" she said
"WHAT" he shouted feeling his face burning and looked to his pajama pants feeling more uncomfortable by the second.
"Its ok dear. no one saw anything" she laughed "Charlie and Ron took care of you, and broth you to Percy's room" she added
"Dumbledore really wants me to stay here?" he said after few minutes
"Yes. He wants you to be with a wizarding family if you are sleepwalking. You could do very dangerous magic without knowing. Like last night for example, and when you went to Diagon alley and in Hogsmade. You had performed some kind of self-transfiguration in to a ghost or something, and you were scaring every one when you appeared. And when Ron saw you in his room he started screaming in terror, I think they heard him in the village as well" she said Harry stayed silent for some time.
"So- so I was not d-dreaming. T-t-they really think I'm a.a.a murderer" he finally said tears rolling down his face
"Oh Harry what's wrong? Pleas tell me what's wrong" she said moving and hugging him.
Harry stayed silent for few minutes in Mrs. Weasley's hug, before sighing loudly and begin to explain what happened in the dream when he met Voldemort. He explained how he relived the duel with Voldemort and how his parents came out of his wand blamed him for their deaths and called him a murderer. After that, Harry collapsed emotionally and started crying on Mrs. Weasley shoulder, feeling safe and loved in her arms.
"Oh Harry. I'm sure it was only a dream, your parents would be proud of what you have accomplished so far. You're the Triwizard Tournament champion; every mother would be proud to have you as a son" she said hugging Harry harder "Harry even if I'm not your mother, I love you as my own son, and I'm very proud of you"
Harry stayed silent hugged by Mrs. Weasley, and thinking on his life so far. Thinking about how he head always been treated like a slave until he was eleven years old, and when he thought he had found a better life he had to face Voldemort. He knew he have to face Voldemort once more, and he knew when it happens one will be kill the other. 'I will not give up and keep hiding from him; it will only make other people suffer.
I will leave my life as best as I can, and when it comes I will be ready to fight and die fighting if necessary. I will have to learn as much as I can about dark magic and be ready to face it. And I'm not a murderer, and they were not my parents. Mrs. Weasley is right they would be proud of me. She is proud of me, and I will not stand down and disappoint her'. Harry broke the hug and dried his eyes with the back of his hand.
"Thank you Mrs. Weasley you're right. I can't let him get to me like that," he said and she nodded. He looked down and blushing deeply he added "Mrs. Weasley could I borrow some clothes, so I can go running"
Mrs. Weasley smiled at him and said " sure dear. Ron should have something that will fit you"
"Thanks Mrs. Weasley" he said watching her leave the room.
*
In half an hour Harry was running around the edge of the forest surrounding the barrow, wearing a pair of shorts too big for him a t-shirt a bit starched and trainers two sizes bigger then his foot. After three laps around the parameter of the house Harry saw Charlie walking towards him.
"Ah hallo Harry I see you have some clothes on" laughed Charlie
Harry blushed deeply but luckily he was already red for running so Charlie couldn't notice. "Stop that it's not funny" Harry muttered looking to the ground.
"Oh come on Harry I'm only teasing you, even if Ginny would have liked to have seen you last night" he laughed and Harry frowned. "By the way Harry Dumbledore just dropped your stuff, and he will be back to see you in a week" he added trying hard not to keep laughing
"Oh. Ok thanks, " said Harry and begun moving towards the house followed by Charlie still laughing
Slowly Charlie followed Harry through the empty living room and up the staircases to Percy's room in which he slept last night. Next to the bed there was his trunk with his stuff. Harry walked to his trunk and started searching in it. Every thing he owned was in the trunk except for his glasses.
"I cant fined my glasses," he said to Charlie
"Dumbledore said he got every ting there was in the room," said Charlie "what can we do, cant you manage without them for a couple of days" he added
"Well not exactly, I can't do any work without them. But any way I was going to buy a new pair and some new clothes. I will ask Mrs. Weasley if I can go to Diagon alley this evening" said Harry
"Well Harry I'm free to day so I can come with you, what do you say?" said Charlie smiling to Harry
"That's brilliant thanks Charlie," said Harry happily "well I should move my things in Ron's room, Percy needs his room back," he added
"No Harry, this is were you are going to be sleeping" said Charlie
"But this is Percy's room. He needs to work"
"Don't worry about that, he hardly sleeps in here any more, and he is spending more time at work then at home. Any way he wanted you to have it. You need to sleep at night you wouldn't manage to do that with all the nose the ghouls are doing lately," he said
"But were is he sleeping now anyway?" Harry asked
"He left after you appeared. When we contacted Dumbledore he wanted him on a job, he will not be here until next week, and when he comes back he can sleep in my room" he said
Harry nodded and sadly said "is the ministry going to expel me for doing magic during the summer?"
Charlie laughed and said "well Harry they can't expel you for sleepwalking. can they?. And anyway you didn't do normal magic so no one knows you were doing magic"
"What type of magic did I do then?" Harry asked
"I don't know Harry, but Dumbledore is looking in to it. Even the ministry was on the alert, they have been fallowing your every appearance" said Charlie
"The ministry was following me?" Harry asked
"Yes even dad was on duty last night, he was on patrol in Hogsmade he should be back soon though" said Charlie
"So that's why these shadows were following me all the time," said Harry thoughtfully
"Shadows? What shadows?" asked Charlie
"Well I think when I.you know.I have those dreams I cant see anyone, but all I can see are shadows with human eyes. That's how I recognized Ron, from his eyes and when I called his name I could see him normally" said Harry and they stayed silent for few minutes.
"Well Harry I think I shold informs Dumbeldor about this it maybe its important. I will go to him after breakfast" said Charlie " we better go down I'm hungry," Harry nodded and followed Charlie out of the room and down for breakfast.
*
Please, please, please review
This is my first ff and I hope that some one will find it of interest. I'm not so good at English so I hope you will forgive me if you find any mistakes. I appreciate any comments you want to make on my story, so pleas don't hastate to revue, it is a way to improve my writing skills.
Pleas read this and tell me if it's worth continuing.
HARRY POTTER AND THE ELEMENTAL POWER
CHAPTER ONE
ESCAPE IN A DREAM
Harry waved good-bye at his friends on the station platform and turned to uncle Vernon, and followed him silently from the station. The summer holidays for Harry had now started and it will be two months until he will return back to Hogwarts. 'There was no point worrying yet' he told himself, as he got into the back of the Dursleys' car. 'As Hagrid had said, what would come would come.and he would have to meet it when it did'. But it was a hard code to leave by, how could he not worry abut it. Voldemort was back to power, and he is after Harry. And what's worst, Harry was facing two mounts with the Dursleys'. How will he survive these two mounts? What's so important at privet drive that he has to go back to? What are the motives for Dumbledore for sending him there?
Once the car stopped at number four, privet-drive, Harry jumped out of the car and unloaded his trunk. In the first few minutes back he was already told off for the noise he was making until he brought his trunk safely up in his room, he couldn't imagine the rest of the summer how it would be. Harry unpacked his clothes from his trunk, and attached a peace of parchment counting down the days until September the first. Harry passed that evening in his room reading schoolbooks, and only came out for dinner. He was only too happy to stay away from the Dursleys, they would treat him as bad as ever for what happened last summer before he left. 'At least I have the summer work to distract me for the first few days' he thought, hoping that soon Mrs. Weasley would invite him to the Borrow.
Soon it was getting dark out side and Harry was getting sleepy, he didn't sleep very well in the last few days with all his nightmares haunting him in his sleep. So after putting his books back safely in his trunk, he went to his small wardrobe and changed in his too large pajama pants and looked in the mirror. A year passed since the last time he looked in it, and the reflection that looked back at him was different from how he remembered it. Harry got taller from last year; he was still pale and skinny though. His hair was messy as ever and he needed a haircut, 'surly tomorrow there will be some comments about it at breakfast' he thought. He also noticed that there was a dark, downy haze starting to appear on his chin and upper lip and along his jaw line. He will need to start shave soon, like Ron who had already started to shave his facial hair last year. Harry also noticed that he need a new pair of glasses, the pair he got were old and the frame was all bent, 'maybe I can get an new pair in Diagon alley, or maybe some contacts, but this will change my appearance a lot' he thought. He looked away from the mirror and after opining slightly the window for Hedwig he slipped in bad hoping that he would have a good night sleep. 'Well it was a good first day back. Hopefully it will continue to be like this all summer' he thought. As soon as he took off his glasses and rested his head on the poorly stuffed pillow he drifted in a deep sleep.
*
Harry was walking in the graveyard were Voldemort regained his power only few weeks ago. He know this was a dream, he had been having the same dreams on what happened on that night for a week now, but this time it was different; this time it was more vivid. He could feel the cool breeze on his bare chest; feel the wet grass under his feet as he moved around, the smell of the air filing his nostrils. 'This must be a dream, it can't be real' he thought desperately. But it was so deferent from the ones he had in the previous nights. 'Is this a dream from my scar' he thought 'but my scar is not hurting me, then what is it?'
He looked around and saw the grave of Voldemort's father, and not too far away from it there was a shadowy figure with red eyes looking at him. "Voldemort" he gasped and as the name left his mouth the figure came in sharp focus. Voldemort was looking at him with an evil smile on his snake like face, and pointing his wand at him. Harry reached for his own wand and pointed it at him, and shouted "Expelliarmus" and at the same time Voldemort cried "Avada kadavra". A jet of green light issued from Voldemort's wand just as a jet of red light blasted from Harry's- they met in mid-air - and a narrow beam of golden light was now connecting the two wands. Harry's wand was vibrating as though an electric charge was surging through it and Harry was having grate difficulty holding his wand, but Voldemort didn't seem to have any difficulty holding his wand. After few seconds it become painful for Harry holding his wand in his hand. the wand was getting so hot it was starting to scald his hands. Soon the golden thread connecting Harry and Voldemort splintered, though the wands remained connected, a thousand more offshoots arced high over Harry and Voldemort, criss-crossing all around them, until they were enclosed in the golden, dome-shaped web.
Once more Harry found himself in the golden dome and soon he heard the familiar phoenix song, but this time it was different. It was not the sound of hope he remembered so well, this time the song was shouting angrily at him making his hart ache. The music was getting louder in his ear, and penetrating his very soul making him feel desperate and miserable, and felt a tear rolling down his check. Soon after the golden dome appeared echoes of previous spells started to come out of the wands, and like last time the thick gray ghost of Cedric Diggory appeared. But this time he didn't come out of Voldemort's wand but from Harry's. Cedric gave Harry an angry look and moved next to Voldemort staring angrily at Harry. 'What's wrong? Why is he angry with me? How did he come from my wand?' he thought.
An old men Harry had seen in a dream soon followed Cedric. The old men moved next to Voldemort as well. Harry couldn't understand, he never head a dream like this before, he was scared. 'Why are they angry with me? What is going on? Is this a dream or not?' he thought. Yet another body emerged from Harry's wand, a woman whose name was bertha jerkins and like the others she moved next to Voldemort, like the others she was staring angrily at Harry. Harry had both hands around his wand now both arms shaking as he fought to keep his wand still and not to panic. Harry know what was coming now, he knew it was his parents turn to emerge from the wand, but he was afraid to see them, to see the look on their faces. Once more a body emerged from the wand, it was Harry's mother and was immediately followed by his father. Both of them looked at him, both of them angry and disgust on their faces as they looked at him. Now tears were running freely on his face.
"Mother! Father! Why are you angry at me?" Harry asked tears in his voice.
"Its all your fault. All this suffering is all because of you," said Bertha Jerkins
"I was only seventeen years old, I had all my life in front of me, and because of you I'm dead," said Cedric Diggory
"Mother! Father! -" Harry repeated sadly
"Your not our son any more" said his mother
"You're a murderer, " said his father
"Murderer" yelled the five ghosts and Voldemort laughed at him
"No! Mother! Father! Please" shouted Harry through Voldemort's cold laughter
"Murderer - murderer - murderer - MURDERER"
"NO" yield Harry waking up with a start panting heavily holding his face in his hand and shaking badly, his hands were all burned and painful.
Suddenly the door of Harry's room burst open and uncle Vernon appeared at the door followed by his aunt and Dudley, all looking angrier then Harry had ever seen them in all his life.
"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SHOUTING FOR IN THE MEDDLE OF THE NIGHT?" shouted uncle Vernon. "WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU, YOU FREAK"
Harry couldn't take it any more, he couldn't bear to see any more faces angry with him, even if they were his aunt and uncle. He felt his hart burst in pain and misery, and Harry collapsed in desperate cries. Holding his knees and rocking backwards and forward crying on his knees repeating the same words "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry". The three Dursleys' stayed at the door, looking shocked at the sudden emotional outburst from Harry.
*
Next morning Harry stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling of his room. Images of his parents blaming him for their deaths and calling him a murderer were passing in front of his eyes. For the first time in his life the Dursleys' treated him as a human, and his aunt called the family doctor. The doctor was an elderly men with white hair and a white beard. His light brown eyes showed a very kind hearted person. He kept talking softly to Harry about school and friends as he examined his burned hands. It was very hard to lie to this man, and there was something comforting in his voice. Harry knew he couldn't tell him about his school and his dreams, but he could still tell him about his friends. After putting some kind of green paste on his hands and bandaging them, the doctor left the room, and Harry could hear him talk to his aunt and uncle.
"What's wrong with him?" asked his aunt's voice
"He is ok now. I've taken care of his burns-" said the doctor
"Burns? How did he burn himself" uncle Vernon interrupted
"Yes. He has burns on the palms of his hands and fingers. I've put some medical paste and bandaged his hands, they will heal in two week or so" said the doctor
"But how? He only had a nightmare, how did he burn his hands" asked aunt petunia
"Don't know, but whatever happened last night it fritted his wits out of him" said the doctor " and I think someone should speak to him" he added
"What do you mean someone should speak to him?" said uncle Vernon
"Well.look something terrible happened to that boy. He is having terrible nightmares, and I think he hasn't slept a straight night for days now. He needs someone to confront him or it will get worst," said the doctor
"Get worst?" bellowed uncle Vernon
"He needs rest and tranquility. No emotions. I gave him some sleeping pills for the night. As I told you he is afraid to go to sleep, and if he doesn't rest he could get very sick," said the doctor.
"Thank you Dr Sylvans" said aunt petunia
"Plusher Mrs. Dursley. And if something happens don't hesitate to call" said the doctor
Then Harry heard footsteps going down the stares, and uncle Vernon arguing with the doctor. The door of the room opened and aunt petunia entered closing the door behind her. She was looking at him sternly for few minutes before she spoke.
"Are you going to tell me what happened last night?" she asked.
"Noting happened last night. Only had a bad dream," he said
"And you call your hands a bad dream?" she bellowed
Harry looked at his hands and stayed silent. His aunt looked at him and sighed and said: "Try to get some sleep you need to rest. Doctors cost you know!" and opened the door and left the room.
*
With the help of the sleeping pills Harry managed to get some sleep during that night, but he still had terrible nightmares of his parents and Cedric Diggory blaming him for their deaths. These dreams were not like the one he had on his first day back. Something in that dream was real like the burns on his hands, but he couldn't understand how. Harry didn't writhe to anyone about that dream, he was sure that if he wrote to Sirius he would panic and come straight at the Dursley with grate risks of being captured, and Ron and Hermione would get worried. After a week of nightmares, life at the Dursleys was getting worst by the day. His aunt and uncle were shouting at him every opportunity they get, and give him very hard work to do, which was very painful with his burned hands, and didn't seem to be healing. Harry was not feeling well at all; he was getting very weak for the lack of sleep. it have been more then two weeks that he had a full night's rest.
After a week Harry had yet another vivid dream, but this time was different. Harry was not in a graveyard, this time he found himself in Diagon alley.
Harry was walking slowly in the cobbled street, his bare feet nearly freezing on the cold stone. He was surrounded by shadow like blurry figures, but he could clearly see their eyes looking at him. The figures seemed to be pointing at him and whispering with each other. Their voices echoed loudly in his head but couldn't understand what were they saying. Harry kept moving along the street looking at the shops displays. He could see clearly every detail like he was not in a dream at all, like he was there in person. He could even smell the sweet sent of the pumpkin pie coming from the leaky cauldron, or the smell of bad eggs coming out from the apothecary. When Harry passed by the magical-creature shop he noticed something strange; in the cages there weren't any creatures, but shadows with animal eyes looking at him. He didn't let that bather him and moved further along the street to the quidditch supply shop to look at the brooms. When he arrived in front of the shop his vision started to get blurry until all he could see was darkness. Harry wake up with a start finding himself in his room filled with morning sunlight, his feet cold and covered in dirt.
*
The next few days Harry head other similar dreams in Diagon alley and in Hogsmade or sometimes-even Hogwarts, and each morning find his feet covered in mud or dirt. Sure enough these were not normal dreams, but Harry was enjoying them, they were better then nightmares and at least he was sleeping. But after some time the shadows he was seeing in these dreams were behaving strangely, and started to scare him even if he tried to ignore them. Harry didn't mansion these dreams in any one of his letters he sent to his friends. Ron had sent two letters from the beginning of the summer holidays and in each one he had mentioned that Mrs. Weasley was trying to convince Dumbledore to allow Harry to go to the barrow, but Dumbledore was still saying that it was not wise to allow it yet. On the other hand Hermione only sent one letter saying that she was going on holyday with her parents. Harry had a strong felling that she went to visit Victor Krum, but Hermione never mentioned anything about it.
In the last dream Harry was in the grate hall at Hogwarts sitting at the Gryffindor house table. The great hall was disserted and Harry was enjoying looking at the enchanted ceiling of the hall, before the doors burst open. Two blurry shadows entered the great hall and moved in front of Harry and staring at him. One of them had blue eyes and the other head black lightless eyes. There was something familiar in those eyes but Harry couldn't remember.
Annoyed Harry got up from the table and walked past the shadows trying to ignore there whispers, and walked out of the great hall and out of the castle towards the lake. Half way to the lake Harry turned to look at the castle, and when he did so he noticed that the two shadows from the great hall followed him. Very annoyed now by the shadows following him, Harry shouted at them. "Leave me alone. Go away" his voice sounded like thunder in the silence of the night, and echoed in his head. At that the shadows looked at each other and back to him and started whispering to him, but Harry couldn't understand what they were saying. After few seconds Harry turned and started walking to the lake, but darkens encircled him and Harry wake up in his room.
*
On Friday of the second week of the holidays Harry woke up early in the morning, feeling rested for the first time in two weeks. Last night Harry had a perfect dreamless night sleep. Harry got out of bed walked to the window and looked outside, it was a clear cool summer morning and the healthy crisp cool air filled his lunges. This summer Harry had decided to start running in the mornings, but with the lack of sleep he didn't give it any thought. To day it was perfect to give it a try, and he was perfectly rested. He went to the wardrobe and selected the best pair of Dudley's shorts he got and a t-shirt. Harry was going to take the bandages off his hands but decided against it. His hands didn't seem to be healing and sure it will take more then the doctor head said, so after he changed he walked silently to the front door.
Once outside Harry made some warm-ups he had learned to do at the Muggles School, and started running. He ran to the local park only few blocks away and back, stopping to rest frequently along the way, his body was out of shape. 'Well hope I can keep doing it every day, it really feels good' he thought.
Back at the house Harry went to the bathroom took a shower and prepared for breakfast. In the kitchen an unpleasant surprise was awaiting him there. Sitting at the table across uncle Vernon, there was aunt Marge uncle Vernon's sister. Aunt Marge was one of the few parsons he really hated, and she hated Harry all the way through and didn't bother not to show it.
"Ahh! Were have you been boy. I had to carry my luggage myself up to the room this morning, because we couldn't find you any were in the house," said aunt Marge "I was hoping you've run away for good, but it seems I was mistaken"
"Err.I went running this morning" Harry replied still in shock for seeing her there
"Running.wasting time when you could have done something useful in your life. And why are your hands bandaged? Another excuse for not doing your part of work in the house?" she said glaring at him. 'Not doing my part when I'm treated like a house elf ' he thought
"Err.my hands are burnt" Harry replied trying to keep as calm as possible.
"Yes some how he managed to burn his hands tow weeks ago and we had to pay for a doctor, but they should have healed by now," said uncle Vernon
"Take them off boy and start cooking breakfast" said aunt Marge
"But my hand didn't heal yet" said Harry
"I SAID TAKE THOSE BANDAGES OFF AND START COOKING BREAKFAST AND DON'T MAKE ME REPEAT MYSELF OR YOU'LL BE SORRY" aunt Marge bellowed standing up from the table holding up her fist
Harry carefully begun undoing the bandages very slowly. It was a very painful process because some of the bandages were stuck to the flash, and it would come off with the bandage as he unwrapped them off his hands. Harry's hands were surly not healing, and from what Harry could see it was getting worst. His hands were all blistered and blooded where he had taken off the flash. And some kind of yellow liquid was coming out of the blisters. When he showed his hands to them, they gasped at that sight and aunt petunia covered her mouth with her hand and looked away
"What the hell have you been doing to them? I'm not going to pay any more money for the doctor you know" said uncle Vernon
"I haven't been doing any ting to them," said Harry a little scared now
"I'm sure he is lying. Maybe he thinks that you'll pity him and not sanding him back to that school. What is it for again, mental retards is it?" said aunt Marge
"Err yes it's a school for mental maladies" replied his uncle
"WHAT?" shouted Harry in disbelief?
"Shut up, your just like your father a good for noting criminal" bellowed aunt Marge
At this Harry was very angry and was fighting to keep his anger in control and not to do some accidental magic and blow up aunt Marge. That won't be a bed idea, but he didn't want to be expelled form school.
"Don't mason my parents if you know what's good for you" said Harry through graining teeth. His aunt and uncle know what he meant by that statement. They remembered too well what happened last time aunt Marge insulted his parents. Before anyone could say another word aunt petunia ran to him and pushed Harry out of the kitchen and closed the door behind her. She looked very angry but she seemed to be controlling herself not to shout at him.
"Don't you dare speak to aunt Marge like that again. And go take care of your hands and don't come out of your room until tomorrow. Do you hear me?" she said pushing him up the sitars
Harry went back to his room without saying a word. After fetching some clean bandages Harry started to clean his burns, deep in thoughts. 'That's great. What a nice summer I'm going to have: nightmares, lack of sleep, the Dursleys shouting at me all the time, aunt Marge insulting my parents, I'd be lucky if I don't blow up the house. My life is a total misery' he thought. 'Dam it Dumbledore. Why couldn't I just go with the Weasleys for the summer? My hands hurt like hell'.
After bandaging his hands Harry went to his trunk and opened a secret magical compartment he had made last year, where he was keeping some chocolate frogs and caldron cakes for emergences. There was enough food at lest for two weeks, but this summer Dudley was not on diet. It seemed that Dudley had lost some weight even if he didn't show and paschal changes, but aunt petunia ended his diet and said that was on the edge of disappearing. In Harry's opinion he was on the edge of getting stuck in the entrance door.
After having some food Harry sat in the desk and concentrated on a very difficult astronomy essay. It was very hard to write with his hands bandaged, and he was sure that it would take all day to finish it. Harry was not disturbed as he worked, and even if the essay was a nasty one he enjoyed working on it with a light summer breeze hitting his face coming from the open window.
After finishing his essay Harry noticed that it was already getting dark, and decided to go to sleep early so he could go running in the morning. So after taking some food from his hiding place he changed in to his pajama pants and went to bed. 'It was not a bad day after all' he thought 'actually it was the best day he had in days leaving out the encounter with aunt Marge, and with these thoughts he drifted to sleep.
*
Harry found himself in what seemed to be a small backyard garden. It was not perfectly maintained there were a lost of weeds all around the place, but Harry liked it all the same. He already knew were he was, and sure enough when he turned he saw the very place he wanted to be for two weeks. Even if it was still early there was only one light coming from the burrow, and Harry knew whose room was that.
It was a nice felling being back there, and as he walked around the place to the door he remembered the pleasant time he passed there. Even if it was a simple house and some times badly maintained, Harry enjoyed every second he had stayed there in the last years.
When Harry arrived at the door he slowly opined it and a loving atmosphere welcomed him. There was no one in sight so he kept walking around feeling happiness filling his hart. Everything was how he remembers it, even the grandfather clock with its nine golden hands engraved with the Weasley family's names. All of its golden hands were on the home position except for the one with Mr. Weasley's name, which was on the work position.
After few minutes Harry walked out of the kitchen and down a narrow passageway to an uneven staircase, which zigzagged its way up through the house. After Harry climbed five flights of staircases he reached a door with peeling paint and a small plaque on it, saying 'Ronald's room'. Harry opined the door and half wishing to see his best friend entered the room. Looking around Harry didn't see his friend, but a shadow laying on the bed reading a book. 'What are these shadows? Why cant I see my friend?' he thought.
When the shadow looked up from the book and noticed Harry, it started whispering and moving away from him. Its light brown eyes had fear in them and it was looking directly at him. After few minuets other shadows all with light brown eyes, came from behind Harry and they begun whispering to each other. Harry turned and looked back at the frightened shadow and looked in those fearful eyes. Harry knew those eyes, and without thinking he whispered the name of his best friend.
The name sounded like it was being bellowed in the room, and it echoed painfully in Harry's head. In that instant the shadow was coming in to clear focus and soon took a bleary shape of his best friend Ron Weasley. Ron's face had an expression of complete terror on it, but it was slowly turning in to an awed expression. After Ron seemed to calm down, he opined his mouth and spoke to Harry and this time Harry understood every word that was said.
"Harry is that you? Are you ok?"
Harry turned around to find that the other shadows head diapered and instead there were the other members of the Weasley family. Harry felt his legs collapse beneath him and darkness surrounding him in an unconscious state.
*
In the morning Harry woke up keeping his eyes closed and feeling strangely comfortable in his bed. His old bed had never been this comfortable, In which some times Harry wake up with a back ace. 'Oh well I better get up and go running before the Dursleys wake up' he thought.
Harry opined his eyes and instantly realized that he wasn't in his bed at number four privet drive. He was in a room painted dark blue, with a magnificent set of varnished oak furnisher. Several files were neatly arraigned in alphabetical order on the desk. Looking at the books title on a small bookcase Harry realized that he must be in a wizard house.
The room was blazing with the morning sunlight coming from the window on the other side of the room. Harry looking around for few minutes before he got out of bed. Once out of bed he noticed that he was not wearing his own pajama pants. The one he was wearing was short above the ankles and to his horror he was not wearing any underwear. Some one had changed the bandages on his hands too and his fingers felt cold in them. Harry moved slowly towards the window and looked outside, he knew were he was now. 'But how can I be at the Barrow? What happened last night?' Before Harry could think of any explanation he heard the door of the room open, and when he turned he saw Mrs. Weasley looking at him.
"Oh your awake. How are you feeling Harry dear?" said Mrs. Weasley
"How did I arrive here?" he asked shyly
"You don't remember dear?"
"Well I remember going to bed and having a strange dream." he stopped thinking on the dream he head last night. What if these dreams were real and he would have been walking around every night. If these dreams were real then his parents were really blaming him for there deaths, and maybe he was causing every one around him to suffer like she shadows said. "I-It was a dream wasn't it Mrs. Weasley? Pleas tell me it was a dream" he continued, feeling tears in prickling in his eyes.
"Well Harry dear I don't know about the dreams but when I contacted Dumbledore, he said that you're sleepwalking at night. He will be here soon to bring your tings from the Dursleys. You were not wearing any ting when you showed up" she said
"WHAT" he shouted feeling his face burning and looked to his pajama pants feeling more uncomfortable by the second.
"Its ok dear. no one saw anything" she laughed "Charlie and Ron took care of you, and broth you to Percy's room" she added
"Dumbledore really wants me to stay here?" he said after few minutes
"Yes. He wants you to be with a wizarding family if you are sleepwalking. You could do very dangerous magic without knowing. Like last night for example, and when you went to Diagon alley and in Hogsmade. You had performed some kind of self-transfiguration in to a ghost or something, and you were scaring every one when you appeared. And when Ron saw you in his room he started screaming in terror, I think they heard him in the village as well" she said Harry stayed silent for some time.
"So- so I was not d-dreaming. T-t-they really think I'm a.a.a murderer" he finally said tears rolling down his face
"Oh Harry what's wrong? Pleas tell me what's wrong" she said moving and hugging him.
Harry stayed silent for few minutes in Mrs. Weasley's hug, before sighing loudly and begin to explain what happened in the dream when he met Voldemort. He explained how he relived the duel with Voldemort and how his parents came out of his wand blamed him for their deaths and called him a murderer. After that, Harry collapsed emotionally and started crying on Mrs. Weasley shoulder, feeling safe and loved in her arms.
"Oh Harry. I'm sure it was only a dream, your parents would be proud of what you have accomplished so far. You're the Triwizard Tournament champion; every mother would be proud to have you as a son" she said hugging Harry harder "Harry even if I'm not your mother, I love you as my own son, and I'm very proud of you"
Harry stayed silent hugged by Mrs. Weasley, and thinking on his life so far. Thinking about how he head always been treated like a slave until he was eleven years old, and when he thought he had found a better life he had to face Voldemort. He knew he have to face Voldemort once more, and he knew when it happens one will be kill the other. 'I will not give up and keep hiding from him; it will only make other people suffer.
I will leave my life as best as I can, and when it comes I will be ready to fight and die fighting if necessary. I will have to learn as much as I can about dark magic and be ready to face it. And I'm not a murderer, and they were not my parents. Mrs. Weasley is right they would be proud of me. She is proud of me, and I will not stand down and disappoint her'. Harry broke the hug and dried his eyes with the back of his hand.
"Thank you Mrs. Weasley you're right. I can't let him get to me like that," he said and she nodded. He looked down and blushing deeply he added "Mrs. Weasley could I borrow some clothes, so I can go running"
Mrs. Weasley smiled at him and said " sure dear. Ron should have something that will fit you"
"Thanks Mrs. Weasley" he said watching her leave the room.
*
In half an hour Harry was running around the edge of the forest surrounding the barrow, wearing a pair of shorts too big for him a t-shirt a bit starched and trainers two sizes bigger then his foot. After three laps around the parameter of the house Harry saw Charlie walking towards him.
"Ah hallo Harry I see you have some clothes on" laughed Charlie
Harry blushed deeply but luckily he was already red for running so Charlie couldn't notice. "Stop that it's not funny" Harry muttered looking to the ground.
"Oh come on Harry I'm only teasing you, even if Ginny would have liked to have seen you last night" he laughed and Harry frowned. "By the way Harry Dumbledore just dropped your stuff, and he will be back to see you in a week" he added trying hard not to keep laughing
"Oh. Ok thanks, " said Harry and begun moving towards the house followed by Charlie still laughing
Slowly Charlie followed Harry through the empty living room and up the staircases to Percy's room in which he slept last night. Next to the bed there was his trunk with his stuff. Harry walked to his trunk and started searching in it. Every thing he owned was in the trunk except for his glasses.
"I cant fined my glasses," he said to Charlie
"Dumbledore said he got every ting there was in the room," said Charlie "what can we do, cant you manage without them for a couple of days" he added
"Well not exactly, I can't do any work without them. But any way I was going to buy a new pair and some new clothes. I will ask Mrs. Weasley if I can go to Diagon alley this evening" said Harry
"Well Harry I'm free to day so I can come with you, what do you say?" said Charlie smiling to Harry
"That's brilliant thanks Charlie," said Harry happily "well I should move my things in Ron's room, Percy needs his room back," he added
"No Harry, this is were you are going to be sleeping" said Charlie
"But this is Percy's room. He needs to work"
"Don't worry about that, he hardly sleeps in here any more, and he is spending more time at work then at home. Any way he wanted you to have it. You need to sleep at night you wouldn't manage to do that with all the nose the ghouls are doing lately," he said
"But were is he sleeping now anyway?" Harry asked
"He left after you appeared. When we contacted Dumbledore he wanted him on a job, he will not be here until next week, and when he comes back he can sleep in my room" he said
Harry nodded and sadly said "is the ministry going to expel me for doing magic during the summer?"
Charlie laughed and said "well Harry they can't expel you for sleepwalking. can they?. And anyway you didn't do normal magic so no one knows you were doing magic"
"What type of magic did I do then?" Harry asked
"I don't know Harry, but Dumbledore is looking in to it. Even the ministry was on the alert, they have been fallowing your every appearance" said Charlie
"The ministry was following me?" Harry asked
"Yes even dad was on duty last night, he was on patrol in Hogsmade he should be back soon though" said Charlie
"So that's why these shadows were following me all the time," said Harry thoughtfully
"Shadows? What shadows?" asked Charlie
"Well I think when I.you know.I have those dreams I cant see anyone, but all I can see are shadows with human eyes. That's how I recognized Ron, from his eyes and when I called his name I could see him normally" said Harry and they stayed silent for few minutes.
"Well Harry I think I shold informs Dumbeldor about this it maybe its important. I will go to him after breakfast" said Charlie " we better go down I'm hungry," Harry nodded and followed Charlie out of the room and down for breakfast.
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