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Blab,Blab,Blab,Blab,Blab,Blab,Blab,Blab,Blab.
A young boy, with a lighting bolt scar on his forehead, was lying on a desk in a room that was littered with broken toys. He was writing with a quill on parchment, absorbed with the work he was that he did not notice that a snowy white owl was tapping on the windowpane.
After a while, the boy finally looked up and saw the owl. He leaned over to unlatch the window to let the owl in.
"Oh! Sorry! Hedwig, I didn't notice you."
Hedwig, the owl gave an indignant hoot as it flew into the room.
This seems to be very uncommon, but to the boy, it was very common indeed. For the boy is Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, savior of the wizarding world.
The owl landed on the boy's shoulder and held out a letter tied to its leg. Harry took the letter and put Hedwig on a perch. Opening the letter, Harry read a reply.
Harry, Glad to know that you are ok. Anything you need? Moody
The letter was what the Order of Phoenix want Harry to write so that they would know that Harry is fine.
Harry dumped the letter in his trunk and returned to completing his work. Harry was still grieving about the death of one Sirius Black, Godfather to Harry. Harry couldn't accept that Sirius, the closest thing that Harry had to a father, was dead, all because of his thing to act a hero as Hermione had put it.
Shaking his head, Harry pushed his thoughts of Sirius to the back of his mind and went back to his work.
Finally, Harry looked up and surveyed his piece of work; a potion essay on how the thickness of a cauldron can affect the potion, set by the Potion Master.
Harry blew on the parchment and stored it carefully under the bed, after revising the work for the seventh time.
Then, Harry took out his transfiguration essay and started revising it for the eight times.
"Hermione would be proud of me, redoing all my homework." Harry thought. But the truth was that Harry did not want to go to sleep. Because, when he sleeps, he had nightmares, visions on what Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters are doing.
Lord Voldemort had risen again, in Harry's fourth year at Hogwarts. And in Harry's fifth year, Voldemort had gone to the Department of Mysteries, in the Ministry of Magic. Now, Voldemort and his Death Eaters are on the rampage, destroying buildings and killing lots of people.
Because of Harry's lighting bolt scar that he gain from his first meeting with Lord Voldemort, Harry can sense even the slightest mood change of the greatest dark lord of the era.
Slowly, but surely, Harry's eyelids became lower and lower. Finally, Harry fell into an uneasy sleep.
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Harry looked around him and saw Cedric and himself in a graveyard.
"Wands out, you reckon?"
"Yeah!"
Harry knew what would happen next. After all, he had been in this nightmare for several times.
"Kill the spare!"
Harry was tied to a tombstone and was forced to relive what that happen next. The reborning of Lord Voldemort. (A/N: I don't really need to go into details about this. I trust that all REAL Harry Potter fans know what happen.)
Then it came the time that Lord Voldemort force Harry to duel with him. The golden beam connected the two brother wands.
Instead of the ball of light being forced to Voldemort's wand, it was forced to Harry's wand. The ghostly images of the old man, the witch, his parents and countless others came out of Harry's wand.
"You killed us, you helped in the reborning of the dark lord." said one.
"We gave up our lives for you and this is how you repay us?" said James.
"I should have killed you the moment you were borned." shrieked Lily.
"You are a worthless brat, you destroyed all we have worked for!" shouted Sirius.
Harry tried to cover his ears, but their voices just passed through his hands. "This is not true! This is not true! This is not true!" Harry repeated to himself.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Harry Potter, did you hear what they said? They were right, you are worthless! No one cared for you."Voldemort bellowed right in Harry's ears.
Suddenly, the place dissolved into darkness. Then it turned into a battlefield. And Harry saw Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters attacking a couple of Aurors stationed at some place.
"Crucio"
Unbelievable pain spreaded through Harry's body. One of the Auror was tortured with the curse. He was down on the ground, screaming for his life.
"Avada Kedavra"
Another one of the Auror fell dead as the killing curse strike bulleye.
Streams of silver light like arrows hit the remaining Aurors. The Aurors' bodies started to glow and inhuman screams were heard. Then, slowly the Aurors' bodies burst into flames.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Our work here is done. Let us be gone!" said Voldemort to the Death Eaters.
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With a jolt Harry woke up sweating, barely curbing a scream.
"It was not a bad night after all!" thought Harry, "I gotten a couple of hours of sleep."
It was already better than some of the other nights. At least the Aurors in the vision died quickly. When Harry first gotten the vision, he was sick for the whole day, just thinking about the torture that the first victim had experienced.
Slowly, Harry took a quill and some parchment and started to write down what he had saw. After that, Harry placed the parchment onto a beautiful phoenix model, and with a flash, the parchment together with the phoenix model disappeared. Harry knew that the model will be back the next day.
The visions were numous and were only a few days apart. Hedwig was tired from travelling to and fro Hogwarts and Number 4 Privet Drive. Professor Dumbledore had given Harry the phoenix model so as not to tire Hedwig and to have a faster and a more secure way of giving messages.
With that, Harry collapsed against the bed. He had written down everything he saw in his vision. Harry knew that the first part of the dream was a nightmare, but the second part was not, it was a vision of what Lord Voldemort was doing.
In his letter, he had written down all the details, but what Professer Dumbledore did not know was that how much energy it took out of him and the fact that Harry had suffered through every curse that Lord Voldemort had casted during Harry's visions.
Harry did not want Professer Dumbledore to be worried about him. There were a lot of other things that Professer Dumbledore can worry about without the added burden of knowing the pain Harry experienced during the visions.
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This Chapter: The Start of the Second War Next Chapter: Shutting down (Remus Lupin's letter to Harry)
Blab,Blab,Blab,Blab,Blab,Blab,Blab,Blab,Blab.
A young boy, with a lighting bolt scar on his forehead, was lying on a desk in a room that was littered with broken toys. He was writing with a quill on parchment, absorbed with the work he was that he did not notice that a snowy white owl was tapping on the windowpane.
After a while, the boy finally looked up and saw the owl. He leaned over to unlatch the window to let the owl in.
"Oh! Sorry! Hedwig, I didn't notice you."
Hedwig, the owl gave an indignant hoot as it flew into the room.
This seems to be very uncommon, but to the boy, it was very common indeed. For the boy is Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, savior of the wizarding world.
The owl landed on the boy's shoulder and held out a letter tied to its leg. Harry took the letter and put Hedwig on a perch. Opening the letter, Harry read a reply.
Harry, Glad to know that you are ok. Anything you need? Moody
The letter was what the Order of Phoenix want Harry to write so that they would know that Harry is fine.
Harry dumped the letter in his trunk and returned to completing his work. Harry was still grieving about the death of one Sirius Black, Godfather to Harry. Harry couldn't accept that Sirius, the closest thing that Harry had to a father, was dead, all because of his thing to act a hero as Hermione had put it.
Shaking his head, Harry pushed his thoughts of Sirius to the back of his mind and went back to his work.
Finally, Harry looked up and surveyed his piece of work; a potion essay on how the thickness of a cauldron can affect the potion, set by the Potion Master.
Harry blew on the parchment and stored it carefully under the bed, after revising the work for the seventh time.
Then, Harry took out his transfiguration essay and started revising it for the eight times.
"Hermione would be proud of me, redoing all my homework." Harry thought. But the truth was that Harry did not want to go to sleep. Because, when he sleeps, he had nightmares, visions on what Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters are doing.
Lord Voldemort had risen again, in Harry's fourth year at Hogwarts. And in Harry's fifth year, Voldemort had gone to the Department of Mysteries, in the Ministry of Magic. Now, Voldemort and his Death Eaters are on the rampage, destroying buildings and killing lots of people.
Because of Harry's lighting bolt scar that he gain from his first meeting with Lord Voldemort, Harry can sense even the slightest mood change of the greatest dark lord of the era.
Slowly, but surely, Harry's eyelids became lower and lower. Finally, Harry fell into an uneasy sleep.
**************************************************************************** ***
Harry looked around him and saw Cedric and himself in a graveyard.
"Wands out, you reckon?"
"Yeah!"
Harry knew what would happen next. After all, he had been in this nightmare for several times.
"Kill the spare!"
Harry was tied to a tombstone and was forced to relive what that happen next. The reborning of Lord Voldemort. (A/N: I don't really need to go into details about this. I trust that all REAL Harry Potter fans know what happen.)
Then it came the time that Lord Voldemort force Harry to duel with him. The golden beam connected the two brother wands.
Instead of the ball of light being forced to Voldemort's wand, it was forced to Harry's wand. The ghostly images of the old man, the witch, his parents and countless others came out of Harry's wand.
"You killed us, you helped in the reborning of the dark lord." said one.
"We gave up our lives for you and this is how you repay us?" said James.
"I should have killed you the moment you were borned." shrieked Lily.
"You are a worthless brat, you destroyed all we have worked for!" shouted Sirius.
Harry tried to cover his ears, but their voices just passed through his hands. "This is not true! This is not true! This is not true!" Harry repeated to himself.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Harry Potter, did you hear what they said? They were right, you are worthless! No one cared for you."Voldemort bellowed right in Harry's ears.
Suddenly, the place dissolved into darkness. Then it turned into a battlefield. And Harry saw Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters attacking a couple of Aurors stationed at some place.
"Crucio"
Unbelievable pain spreaded through Harry's body. One of the Auror was tortured with the curse. He was down on the ground, screaming for his life.
"Avada Kedavra"
Another one of the Auror fell dead as the killing curse strike bulleye.
Streams of silver light like arrows hit the remaining Aurors. The Aurors' bodies started to glow and inhuman screams were heard. Then, slowly the Aurors' bodies burst into flames.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Our work here is done. Let us be gone!" said Voldemort to the Death Eaters.
**************************************************************************** ***
With a jolt Harry woke up sweating, barely curbing a scream.
"It was not a bad night after all!" thought Harry, "I gotten a couple of hours of sleep."
It was already better than some of the other nights. At least the Aurors in the vision died quickly. When Harry first gotten the vision, he was sick for the whole day, just thinking about the torture that the first victim had experienced.
Slowly, Harry took a quill and some parchment and started to write down what he had saw. After that, Harry placed the parchment onto a beautiful phoenix model, and with a flash, the parchment together with the phoenix model disappeared. Harry knew that the model will be back the next day.
The visions were numous and were only a few days apart. Hedwig was tired from travelling to and fro Hogwarts and Number 4 Privet Drive. Professor Dumbledore had given Harry the phoenix model so as not to tire Hedwig and to have a faster and a more secure way of giving messages.
With that, Harry collapsed against the bed. He had written down everything he saw in his vision. Harry knew that the first part of the dream was a nightmare, but the second part was not, it was a vision of what Lord Voldemort was doing.
In his letter, he had written down all the details, but what Professer Dumbledore did not know was that how much energy it took out of him and the fact that Harry had suffered through every curse that Lord Voldemort had casted during Harry's visions.
Harry did not want Professer Dumbledore to be worried about him. There were a lot of other things that Professer Dumbledore can worry about without the added burden of knowing the pain Harry experienced during the visions.
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This Chapter: The Start of the Second War Next Chapter: Shutting down (Remus Lupin's letter to Harry)
