Nightmares
As the days before his trip to Diagon Alley went by, Harry grew
more and more impatient. He wanted to get out of that house more than ever. He
really didn't know why he was so eager to get out but he just was. That house was
probably the only place in the world in which he could ever be completely safe…
and he knew that. But maybe being lied at for all those years had made him
somewhat rebellious… and the dreams he had almost every night did not help this
matter at all. And then there was the prophecy…. That damn prophecy as he
called it.
__ "The one
with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… Born to those who have
thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… and the Dark Lord will mark
him as an equal, but he will have power that the Dark Lord knows not… and
either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other
one survives…The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as
the seventh month dies…" Those words
were Harry's fate. Fate, which had been
hidden from him for years.
Harry felt
angry with Dumbledore for not telling him sooner. He was mad at him but not mad
enough. He knew that the "normal" thing to do which had been to beat him up
right then and there. But he couldn't. The fact that Dumbledore cared so much
about him seemed to lessen his anger.
"For neither can live while the other one survives…" -he said as he sat down on
his bed the night before the trip to Diagon Alley - "but why? Why did I had to
get picked out of all people…is just so unfair…"
He knew there was no point on fighting over it. But he couldn't help but to feel so angry at the fact that for him to ever be happy, he would have to kill Voldemort… or Voldemort would have to kill him.
"I rather be dead… at least I could have some peace if I died. And maybe I could even see Sirius…." He stopped saying this as a shot of pain hit him across the chest. Sirius. Like he could forget about him… Since Sirius died, he had been having these dreams… more like nightmares, actually...
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He was walking along a corridor, which led to one very familiar door. When he reached the door it swung open. But instead of entering the Department of Mysteries he found himself on a dark, deserted cemetery. It was the same cemetery in which Cedric had been murdered and Voldemort had came back to "proper" life.
As he walked around the tombstones, he felt the evening's abnormally cold air all around him, sending chills up and down his spine. He looked at the names unscripted on the tombstones, none of the names he knew or even desired to know. He kept walking among the tombstones and crypts, stopping by one that had The Cromwell Mausoleum written in gold letters.
This must be a very old family…" –he thought, as he traced the Latin writings that were unscripted on the walls of the Cromwell Mausoleum with his finger. The walls where covered with marble, that despite of probably being very old, still looked as splendorous as ever.
He turned around and kept walking around the cemetery, feeling as thought, he didn't want to be in the vicinity of that crypt any longer. He stopped again when he noticed that in the near distance, he could see a very ancient looking stone arch. He stood there, looking at the arch…. The black veil that hung from the arch was fluttering very slightly… So innocent looking…
He hurried to the arch with only one thought... --Sirius. He could be waiting for him at the other side of the veil. Maybe he was still waiting for him…
He started running towards the arch and only stopped when he was standing right in front of the veil. He wasn't sure of what to do, but he felt as if Sirius needed him…He stretched his arm to move the veil. His hand felt awfully cold as he did so but he just proceeded into the arch. His scar was prickling mildly as he got closer.
This is it …-he told to himself- He is right there, waiting for me…
As he
moved closer, the soft texture of the veil touching his face lightly, he closed
his eyes and took the step that would definitely get him across the arch. But
the unexpected happened, as he abruptly felt claws clutching on his face,
breaking into his flesh and making the pain of the scar on his forehead
unbearable. They were bearing into his eyes, the pain, blinding him. He
screamed at the top of his lungs helplessly. Then he heard a sound… the kind of
sound birds made when they were attacking its prey. The claws kept breaking his
skin open bringing him back to reality….
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When he opened
his eyes he was terrified to find out that he did have a bird standing
on his face. He shook the creature away abruptly before he realized that it was
Hedwig.
"Why did you do that for?" he told Hedwig angrily. "You scared me half to
death."
Hedwig was mad but she was still trying to shake off the letter she had
attached to her leg.
"Oh a letter…." He stood up and untied the letter off Hedwig's leg. It was from
Ron...
______Dear Harry,______
I hope this gets to you in time, but mom told me we would be picking you up at
10 o'clock this morning. Mom also told me to remind you to bring the key to
your Gringotts' vault. She said we would be taking a muggle cab to get to your
house so we wouldn't have to use the Knight Bus.
Cant wait to see you, mate!!
Ron
Harry
looked at his bedside clock, which said it was half past eight in the morning.
He stood up, went to the bathroom and came back to the room and got dressed.
When he finished getting dressed he went to the kitchen to have some breakfast
and when he got there, all the Dursleys' were already almost done with
theirs. As soon as he got there, he
noticed how jumpy and nervous Uncle Vernon looked. He looked as if any sudden
movement or loud noise would make him have a heart attack.
"Morning…" said Harry with a sleepy voice as he sat down. The Dursleys' seemed
too nervous to actually correct his grammar.
"Oh, and Uncle Vernon; you wont have to take me to Diagon Alley today… Ron's
mom is picking me up here." Harry said this in a careless manner. Suddenly,
Aunt Petunia stood up so quick it look as thought she had heard a gun shot.
"They're coming here?!
"Yes...like I just said… Ron's mom, Mrs. Weasley, is picking me up here." Harry said this as if he was explaining a 3 year old how one plus one equals two.
" Well not through my chimney, no they are not!!" Said Uncle Vernon finally
speaking up.
"They… are …not… coming… through…the … chimney!" Harry said
slower and definitely more annoyed.
Harry quickly remembered the last time the Weasleys' had came to the house.
They had traveled through floo powder and destroyed half of Uncle Vernon's
lounge because the Dursleys' had blocked their chimney, and the Weasleys'
hadn't been able to get out of it.
"They are taking a muggle cab… I mean a cab…"
"Oh God!!" –Said Aunt Petunia as she ran to the window and peered through the curtains- "What if anybody sees them??? People like that coming to our home!! It would be a scandal!!"
Harry almost laughed at Aunt Petunia's overreaction. Honestly… a scandal?
"They are going to see them! Its not like they're invisible!! And nobody cares
who or who doesn't visit you. Besides, I don't see anybody spying thru their
curtains!!"
Aunt Petunia obviously missed the "indirect" and the sarcasm in his comment as she looked out of the window again. Harry just shook his head.
"They will be here at ten o'clock. I'll go get ready now." Said this, he stood
up and went to his room.
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