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Secrets of Times Before

Chapter 3

Dream

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The strange incident at the mall had baffled Harry entirely. Who the hell were these people? Wizards maybe, but they seemed different. And they were really uncomfortable in the mall. Not to mention the whole rain of darkness attire.

After Harry had gotten home with his aunt and cousin, he had been glared at furiously for 5 straight minutes. Apparently, Dudley had told Petunia that some of "Harry's people" had been at the mall. And of course that was Harry's fault. It always was. Later, at dinner, Uncle Vernon had had an incredibly fascinating debate with himself. His face remained in a contorted expression and of a particular shade of violet Harry had never seen before. Vernon couldn't seem to decide whether to scream at Harry, rip Harry's head off, remain silent, cause other bodily harm to Harry, starve Harry, or duck under the table for fear of a band of highly angry and pissed off wizards storming the kitchen. It was actually a fascinating evening.

After dinner, Harry finally got tired of the constant anti-Harry vibes and went back upstairs to his room. As Harry climbed up the stairs he heard the voices of his oh so brilliant relatives.

"Those people! In our own mall!" said the shrill voice of Petunia in what was supposed to be a whisper.

"That just shows you that..."

"I'm right here you know!" yelled Harry from the stairs.

The voices quieted as Harry continued up the stairs. The immense stupidity of his relatives sometimes shocked Harry. Well, not really. They were the Durshley's after all.

Harry walked over to the small green floor rug on his floor and lifted up a corner. He pulled up one of the floorboards underneath and picked up the contents. Harry remembered he used to stuff his homework in this place, but he didn't have the same problem with his "family" anymore. Now, he pretty much kept things he didn't want to see down there.

There was the picture album Harry had received from Hagrid in first year, some birthday cards, and all the letters he had received from Sirius in the previous years. Harry opened the photo album to the wedding picture and stared down at the smiling people with a blank expression. He looked at the letters and then back to the picture. There was Sirius smiling up at Harry, along with his mom and dad.

Harry looked up and out the window to the dark sky. It was cloudy that night and there was a light, chilly wind blowing across Privet Drive. The stars were little, bright pin pricks peeking through the silver fluffs of clouds. The moon was almost full and sent a silvery light down on the street and into Harry's room. He took one last glance at the picture before slamming it shut and tossing it back down into the floor with the letters. He replaced the floorboard and kicked the rug back over it.

He walked over to the window and took one quick glance at the sky before pulling the curtains over it. He flipped on the lamp and grabbed a pair of baggy flannel pants and a bigger t-shirt and pulled them on.

He turned off the light quickly and went to bed early. He stared at the ceiling for a bit, but he eventually fell into a light sleep. Harry writhed around lightly for a few seconds while dreaming.

He was in a house somewhere and was looking down at a red headed woman and a man with messy black hair staring at a little baby in their arms. His parents.

Suddenly, the front door flew open and a dark shadowy figure stood in the frame.

Everything went black and Harry could hear screams and the sounds of things falling to the floor, and then there was the sound of a body falling. And then another.

Next, Harry was standing in the middle of a street. There were bodies all around, none of them moving. Harry could see an ambulance coming towards him, but he could hear no sirens. The world was in mute. Over to his right there were two men. One, tall and dark headed was leering over a smaller, paler blonde one. They were screaming at each other, and then the small man was gone.

Harry then saw a flash of the dark haired man sitting in a cell staring out the bars. His hair was longer and his face dirtier.

The next flash was of another man with sandy brown hair staring out at the half full moon from a window high up somewhere.

Harry rolled over in his sleep and continued wiggling around a bit.

Now, he was standing in another living room somewhere. This one was brighter and the slight, salty smell of the ocean met Harry's nose. Over on a couch, a young woman, in her 20s, was sitting with a book in her lap. A small little girl was sitting next to her.

The woman had golden brown hair that went about 3inches past her shoulders. Her eyes were the dull blue-green color of the ocean. She was fairly tall and very pretty.

Her daughter, sitting next to her, had darker brown hair. She looked to be about four or five. Her eyes were a grayish color. Despite this, they looked very much alike. The same almond shaped eyes that sparkled with mischief.

There was a bright flash of light, and the cheery homey room changed completely.

There was a huge hole blown in the wall and the carpet was covered in ashes and soot. Several dark cloaked bodies littered the ground. Beside the couch, the pretty woman's body lay sprawled in front of the little girl. The woman's eyes no longer sparkled. They were dull; dead.

The little girl was shaking her mother and screaming. She stopped screaming and looked down to her left hand. Her tear stained face then looked directly at Harry. She lifted her hand up and there was a bloody cut across it.

Harry's head suddenly filled with the screams of people crying out.

Harry shot up and leapt out of bed and onto his feet.

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~*~Natalie~*~

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