Disclaimer: I don't own any of Rowling's characters but I own Payton (the
girl in Harry's dream) and any other miscellaneous character that you have
never heard in the Harry Potter books.
A/N: This is an extremely short chapter! I put it in so you would know what is happening to Harry. Most of the beginning part of the story is going to be in Payton's point of view, but Harry still has to be included. I'm still not sure if I am going to continue this story, it depends on the reviews I get! So once your done with this very short chapter, tell me what you think!
Chapter Five:
Harry was having a rough night. His dreams were flipping between a girl, the same one from his dream about the burnt down house, and Sirius. Harry's dreams about Sirius were heart breaking. They were either scenes from the night Sirius died or flashes of the times Harry had talked to Sirius. The dreams about the girl were not as sad as the dreams about Sirius, but they were still awful. The girl was sitting in a dark corner of a highly expensive room, sometimes crying her eyes out, or laying spread eagle on the floor apparently dead.
When Harry finally woke from his troubled sleep, he was not in the Dursley's house or in the old room he had waken in before. He was in a completely white room in a white bed. Harry sat up and took his glasses off the white bedside table, and slowly placed them on his head. The room came into focus but didn't reveal anything he hadn't seen before. Harry slowly moved himself to have his back lean against the wall. He immediately noticed that the walls were very padded.
"This must be a mental hospital" Harry thought. He had heard that mental hospitals had padded walls from Dudley, who insisted that Harry belonged in one. Harry laughed at this thought. Dudley thought that everyone like Harry was freaks just like his whole family did. "Why am I in here?" Harry thought out loud.
"I know why you are here...." drawled a creepy, raspy, voice. "You are here, because I put you here. That is why you are here."
"Who are you?" Harry asked the voice. He had no clue where the voice was coming from, and he was very scared. He had taken Molly Weasley's advice, about not trusting anything that you can't see the brains of, ever since the incident with Ginny.
The voice didn't respond, instead an explosion of pain erupted in Harry's scar. He fell of his bed and onto the padded ground. The pain was unbearable. It felt like a truck had just run over his head. Harry could see dots of color streaking past the front of his eyes.
"Stop it!!" Harry yelled at the person which he could not see. "Just end the pain right now. Take my life, I don't care!"
Just after Harry had finished his sentence, silver light erupted from the wall directly in front of him, the pain became more intense. All noises stopped and the light faded. Harry stood up and sat down again on the little white bed. Without warning the wall suddenly collapsed, and Harry did too because as the wall fell his scar burst, filling Harry's head with pain beyond imagination.
A/N: This is an extremely short chapter! I put it in so you would know what is happening to Harry. Most of the beginning part of the story is going to be in Payton's point of view, but Harry still has to be included. I'm still not sure if I am going to continue this story, it depends on the reviews I get! So once your done with this very short chapter, tell me what you think!
Chapter Five:
Harry was having a rough night. His dreams were flipping between a girl, the same one from his dream about the burnt down house, and Sirius. Harry's dreams about Sirius were heart breaking. They were either scenes from the night Sirius died or flashes of the times Harry had talked to Sirius. The dreams about the girl were not as sad as the dreams about Sirius, but they were still awful. The girl was sitting in a dark corner of a highly expensive room, sometimes crying her eyes out, or laying spread eagle on the floor apparently dead.
When Harry finally woke from his troubled sleep, he was not in the Dursley's house or in the old room he had waken in before. He was in a completely white room in a white bed. Harry sat up and took his glasses off the white bedside table, and slowly placed them on his head. The room came into focus but didn't reveal anything he hadn't seen before. Harry slowly moved himself to have his back lean against the wall. He immediately noticed that the walls were very padded.
"This must be a mental hospital" Harry thought. He had heard that mental hospitals had padded walls from Dudley, who insisted that Harry belonged in one. Harry laughed at this thought. Dudley thought that everyone like Harry was freaks just like his whole family did. "Why am I in here?" Harry thought out loud.
"I know why you are here...." drawled a creepy, raspy, voice. "You are here, because I put you here. That is why you are here."
"Who are you?" Harry asked the voice. He had no clue where the voice was coming from, and he was very scared. He had taken Molly Weasley's advice, about not trusting anything that you can't see the brains of, ever since the incident with Ginny.
The voice didn't respond, instead an explosion of pain erupted in Harry's scar. He fell of his bed and onto the padded ground. The pain was unbearable. It felt like a truck had just run over his head. Harry could see dots of color streaking past the front of his eyes.
"Stop it!!" Harry yelled at the person which he could not see. "Just end the pain right now. Take my life, I don't care!"
Just after Harry had finished his sentence, silver light erupted from the wall directly in front of him, the pain became more intense. All noises stopped and the light faded. Harry stood up and sat down again on the little white bed. Without warning the wall suddenly collapsed, and Harry did too because as the wall fell his scar burst, filling Harry's head with pain beyond imagination.
