Chapter
One: The Dream
"Hoo,hoo," Hedwig hooted at Harry from her cage.
"Shhhhhhhh!" But Harry was too late.
"SHUT
THAT BLOODY OWL UP!" yelled Uncle Vernon form the downstairs of Number
Four Privet Drive.
Harry did
not answer back and Uncle Vernon did not expect one. Actually, all of the Dursleys had gotten used to his unresponsiveness. Not that
they cared, they had to be civil towards him or they would get an unpleasant
visit from the members of the Order.
Harry
hadn't left his room at all that summer except for the few times he had gotten
enough to eat to keep himself alive, which he did for Ron and Hermione. Harry
was still brooding over the events in his fifth year at Hogwarts School of
Witchcraft and Wizardry.
'How
could I have been so stupid?' he thought to himself. 'I should have yelled
louder, looked through the house, anything but believe that stupid house elf.
It's all my fault...' Upon thinking that Harry felt
hot tears come to his eyes and he fell down on his bed and cried himself to
sleep. Later that night he dreamt of Sirius.
*Dream*
"Harry
GO! We can take care of things here, go back to school and tell
Dumbledore!" Sirius yelled while fighting off a death eater with his wand.
When Harry still hesitated he said "GO!" in a firm voice.
"Harry,
watch out!" that was Hermione. A black hooded death eater was advancing on
Harry and when Sirius turned his back to protect Harry, the death eater he was
fighting shot a curse at him and with a surprised look on his face Sirius fell
through the veil....
"NO!"
Harry yelled, waking up with a cold sweat on his face.
Harry
silenced himself for a moment to see if his yell had woken up the rest of the
house, but he was answered by a loud snoring from his uncle's room that told
him no.
Harry laid down again but he did not dream of Sirius again that night.
