(Disclaimer: Guess What, Oh you weren't really supposed to guess but ok I don't own Harry Potter. I wish i did, I would be a really, a REALLY rich person.
*Silently cries* I'm ok.*sniffs* I do own me. So there! *sticks out tongue*
Educational televison has given me a really specific idea.
Really it usually makes me sleepy! )
Chapter 1
Almost happy
Going back to the Dursley's after the last year was the first time Harry was happy to see house 4 on Privet Drive. All he wanted to do was forget the whole year had ever happened.
"Take your things and go straight to bed" screamed Aunt Petunia as Harry drug his trunk through the threshold of the house.
When he got to the top of the stairs he looked back and saw Uncle Vernon's fat round face, he almost smiled but thought the better of it and went into his room. He didn't even bother changing, he just fell onto the bed and thought to himself, "It's all my fault that Cedric died" and with that last thought he had fallen into a deep sleep.
He had fallen into a very unpleasant dream. He was back at Hogwarts walking the halls. Professor McGonagall was teaching on one side and ahead something was lying on the floor. It looked like a ring. Harry ran to pick it up, all of a sudden he was pulled very fast from behind his navel, he felt the wind speed past his ears. He was back at the Riddle house. It had appeared that he had traveled back in time. He saw him and Cedric, standing there holding the Tri Wizard cup in their hands. Then lights and sounds rushed by again, this time to show Cedric's limp body was lying at the "other" Harry's feet. Then another sickening whirl of lights and sounds. He watched Voldermort rising out of the cauldron. Another near vomiting moment he saw Cedric, his mum and dad emerging out of the tip of Voldermorts wand. Then just as fast as a bolt of lightning he was in the air wishing he hadn't left the ground. He was flying over the city lights of London to a dreary little cottage deep in the woods. There had to be at least 20 death eaters surrounding Voldermort, pitiful Wormtail was cowering in the corner. It looked like he was telling them a plan; he could only catch bits and pieces from the conversation.
Harry bolted straight upright soaking wet. Sweat dripping from his chin, his hands cold and clammy. As the dream replayed itself in his head, tears fell from his eyes. His scar burned furiously.
Harry wiped his eyes. He tried to think of something else. He started to wonder what was going on in the magical world despite his ambition to get away from it. He also wondered if Sirius was ok and if he had found Prof. Lupin yet. More than anything he hoped that they were all right.
The next morning Harry woke with the same annoying voice, "Harry get up, GET UP NOW! You lazy git, come down and eat." Then Aunt Petunia went back into the kitchen to finish cutting apple slices for breakfast. Harry reached for his glasses, put on his clothes (he wasn't wearing anything but boxers) and trudged down the stairs. He sat down at the table and looked at the plate in front of him, apple and orange slices with a bit of cottage cheese. His eyes went between him and the rest of the "family". He suddenly realized that he wasn't really hungry. He excused himself and went back upstairs. As he went into his room and threw himself onto his bed and stared up at the ceiling, suddenly he remembered the dream that he had last night.
"Maybe I should write to Ron and tell him what happened in my dream". Harry thought to himself. Then grabbed a spare piece of parchment and started to write:
Dear Ron,
Hey how was your trip back home? I wish I could have come with you. Dudley tried to make me into a piZata. I threatened to call my fugitive godfather on him and he started to cry, you should have seen him. I had this really weird dream last night. Volder I mean You-Know-who again. Do you think it could mean something? Well I have to go, stupid gits are yelling for me. Hey tell your mom and everybody I said hi.
Harry
With that he sealed the parchment and started to write Hermione.
Dear Hermione,
How was your trip home? Mine was bloody awful. It was nothing but Dudley "poking" me with his smelting stick. I told him if he did it again I would get my fugitive godfather on him. He went 10 shades of gray. Anyway I keep having these awful dreams. I think they are some kind of warning. Are you going to Ron's anytime this summer?
Harry
He sealed this one to and sent it off with Hedwig. As watched her fly away, the door suddenly burst open and there stood a beautiful girl. She had golden brown shoulder length hair, sparkling brown eyes, soft Carmel skin. Her dress of sparkling white cascaded to the floor. She walked over to him, stared deeply into his emerald eyes but didn't say a word. She just stood beside him with her hand resting on his shoulder. A deep black light started to filter into the room.
After a minute or so Harry's scar started to burn furiously. A blinding pain was going through his head, he wanted to run and he wanted to scream but the girl just held him there. Then she whispered one little phrase, three little words. "Don't be afraid." And with that the thing he had been dreading appeared in the doorway, Voldermort, his wand out ready to do his worst. Those cold red eyes not blinking, not leaving Harry's face. He started to walk towards them. Then it happened, something unexpected, Voldermort appeared in pain, he was grabbing his head, trying to remain standing. He looked up to see the girl, staring at him, a deep penetrating stare, as if she could read his mind. There was a soft voice, a strange voice going through Voldermort's head. "You didn't expect me, but you should have known I would come." She raised her hand and a strong wind went through Harry's room. Voldermort was blown back into the infinite darkness.
Harry sat there in total amazement. He wanted to know who this girl was. He wanted to say thank you but the words wouldn't come out. Then he heard it again, that sweet whisper, "Don't be afraid." She looked deeply into his eyes, he looked back and a wave of emotion swept over him he wanted her more than any girl before. She placed her hand on his cheek, gently caressing it, their lips moved closer, he could feel her warm breath on his lips and he wanted her, as their lips almost touched he heard.
"Harry you, you keep that owl quiet." He opened his eyes to notice that she was gone and he had fallen asleep. "It was just a dream Harry, just a dream."
He said to calm himself down. He tied the letters to Hedwig's leg and went to lie in his bed and fell back to sleep.
The next morning there was no annoying voice, no threats, no nothing. Harry pinched himself to make sure he wasn't still dreaming. "Ouch, no I'm a wake." He said quietly to himself. He lay there staring up at the ceiling trying to keep the fresh image of the beautiful girl in his mind. Then his thoughts strayed somewhere else, the letters he had sent, wondering if hopefully he would get a response back. As soon as he had closed his eyes again, Hedwig flew through the window with the replies to his letters. She landed on the bed next to Harry and gave him a gentle nibble on the finger and went to her cage and started to drink her water. Harry couldn't wait; he ripped open the parchment of the letter and began to read Hermione's.
Dear Harry,
Hope all is well and those horrible muggles are treating you ok. The ride home was fine. Got an owl from Professor McGonagall telling me about the O.W.L.S? I've already started studying. I've owled Ron and of course he hasn't even cranked open a book. You should start studying too. Harry did you write Professor Dumbledore about your dream? Maybe he can tell you what it means. I've got to go, lot of studying to do.
Hermione
He shook his head, typical Hermione, have a bad dream tell the head master. Let's see what Ron wrote.
Dear Harry,
The trip was fine, can't wait until Dumbledore says you can come over, what was your nightmare about really? Maybe you should write Sirius and tell him about it. Dad says that the ministry is in total chaos. He says something about a missing reporter. Ya know that the Cannons almost won. 170 to 50 their seeker 'bout a second faster they would have won, but oh well. Mums going crazy with all the house work, Fred and George's jokes, and then she keeps going on about the ruddy O.W.L S. Never mind I think I'm going crazy.
Ron
"Write Sirius, now why didn't I think of that?" Harry questioned himself. He pulled out a clean piece of parchment.
Dear Sirius,
How are you? Hope you are doing well, haven't talked to you in a while. You told me to write if anything bothered me and something has, I had a dream about Voldermort last night, two to be exact but I didn't mind the second. Please write back soon.
Harry
He sent this with Hedwig and went down for breakfast.
A month had past; the only way Harry survived was by owl post. So far, he had received letters from Sirius, letting Harry know how he was doing and that he would go see Dumbledore about his dream, also from Seamus Finngan keeping him up on Quidditch, Ron, Hagrid and Hermione of course. Then Harry got a letter from someone that has never wrote Harry, Professor Dumbledore, he told him that at the end of the month he could go to the Weasley's to stay the remainder of the summer. Harry jumped up to look at the calendar, it was July 26th. Only 5 more days and he would be with his two best friends for a whole month. He took out his quill and wrote Ron.
Dear Ron,
Have you heard, I get to come over? I cannot wait. Well I have to go make sure that I can go. I have something to tell you but don't tell Hermione. Write back as soon as possible.
See you soon
Harry
He soon had two more letters out in front of him. One addressed to Hermione the other addressed to Sirius.
Dear Sirius,
Hey I'm going to Ron's for the rest of the summer. I'm so happy. I haven't had any more bad dreams but if I do I will tell you. I will write to you and tell you when we are going to Diagon Alley.
Harry
Harry strapped the letters to Hedwigs leg and told her to deliver Sirius's first, she nipped his ear and flew through the window. He ran downstairs and told his uncle that he was leaving off to his friend's house. Before he even got an answer, he was off to pack up his trunk. This was the best birthday gift he could ever get.
The days went by slowly, each day felt like 7 to him. Finally it was Monday, the day before his birthday. All he had to do is last a few more hours. Harry went downstairs to eat dinner. He wasn't really hungry but to avoid an argument he sucked down his food and ran upstairs to get ready to go to bed.
Harry laid there for roughly an hour trying his hardest to fall asleep. He turned and looked at his clock; it read 9:30 "this is hopeless." He thought to himself. Then the image of the mystery girl swept into his thoughts.
The next morning …
Harry's alarm went off; he jumped out of bed and ran to the shower.
"Harry those people are here. Time to go." Uncle Vernon boomed from downstairs. Ron shifted slightly at the presence of this man. Harry ran to his room grabbed his trunk and drug it down the stairs.
"It's great that you get to stay a while sweetie." Whispered Mrs. Weasley as she gave him a great big hug. Harry's face burnt a deep red, Ron just laughed.
*Silently cries* I'm ok.*sniffs* I do own me. So there! *sticks out tongue*
Educational televison has given me a really specific idea.
Really it usually makes me sleepy! )
Chapter 1
Almost happy
Going back to the Dursley's after the last year was the first time Harry was happy to see house 4 on Privet Drive. All he wanted to do was forget the whole year had ever happened.
"Take your things and go straight to bed" screamed Aunt Petunia as Harry drug his trunk through the threshold of the house.
When he got to the top of the stairs he looked back and saw Uncle Vernon's fat round face, he almost smiled but thought the better of it and went into his room. He didn't even bother changing, he just fell onto the bed and thought to himself, "It's all my fault that Cedric died" and with that last thought he had fallen into a deep sleep.
He had fallen into a very unpleasant dream. He was back at Hogwarts walking the halls. Professor McGonagall was teaching on one side and ahead something was lying on the floor. It looked like a ring. Harry ran to pick it up, all of a sudden he was pulled very fast from behind his navel, he felt the wind speed past his ears. He was back at the Riddle house. It had appeared that he had traveled back in time. He saw him and Cedric, standing there holding the Tri Wizard cup in their hands. Then lights and sounds rushed by again, this time to show Cedric's limp body was lying at the "other" Harry's feet. Then another sickening whirl of lights and sounds. He watched Voldermort rising out of the cauldron. Another near vomiting moment he saw Cedric, his mum and dad emerging out of the tip of Voldermorts wand. Then just as fast as a bolt of lightning he was in the air wishing he hadn't left the ground. He was flying over the city lights of London to a dreary little cottage deep in the woods. There had to be at least 20 death eaters surrounding Voldermort, pitiful Wormtail was cowering in the corner. It looked like he was telling them a plan; he could only catch bits and pieces from the conversation.
Harry bolted straight upright soaking wet. Sweat dripping from his chin, his hands cold and clammy. As the dream replayed itself in his head, tears fell from his eyes. His scar burned furiously.
Harry wiped his eyes. He tried to think of something else. He started to wonder what was going on in the magical world despite his ambition to get away from it. He also wondered if Sirius was ok and if he had found Prof. Lupin yet. More than anything he hoped that they were all right.
The next morning Harry woke with the same annoying voice, "Harry get up, GET UP NOW! You lazy git, come down and eat." Then Aunt Petunia went back into the kitchen to finish cutting apple slices for breakfast. Harry reached for his glasses, put on his clothes (he wasn't wearing anything but boxers) and trudged down the stairs. He sat down at the table and looked at the plate in front of him, apple and orange slices with a bit of cottage cheese. His eyes went between him and the rest of the "family". He suddenly realized that he wasn't really hungry. He excused himself and went back upstairs. As he went into his room and threw himself onto his bed and stared up at the ceiling, suddenly he remembered the dream that he had last night.
"Maybe I should write to Ron and tell him what happened in my dream". Harry thought to himself. Then grabbed a spare piece of parchment and started to write:
Dear Ron,
Hey how was your trip back home? I wish I could have come with you. Dudley tried to make me into a piZata. I threatened to call my fugitive godfather on him and he started to cry, you should have seen him. I had this really weird dream last night. Volder I mean You-Know-who again. Do you think it could mean something? Well I have to go, stupid gits are yelling for me. Hey tell your mom and everybody I said hi.
Harry
With that he sealed the parchment and started to write Hermione.
Dear Hermione,
How was your trip home? Mine was bloody awful. It was nothing but Dudley "poking" me with his smelting stick. I told him if he did it again I would get my fugitive godfather on him. He went 10 shades of gray. Anyway I keep having these awful dreams. I think they are some kind of warning. Are you going to Ron's anytime this summer?
Harry
He sealed this one to and sent it off with Hedwig. As watched her fly away, the door suddenly burst open and there stood a beautiful girl. She had golden brown shoulder length hair, sparkling brown eyes, soft Carmel skin. Her dress of sparkling white cascaded to the floor. She walked over to him, stared deeply into his emerald eyes but didn't say a word. She just stood beside him with her hand resting on his shoulder. A deep black light started to filter into the room.
After a minute or so Harry's scar started to burn furiously. A blinding pain was going through his head, he wanted to run and he wanted to scream but the girl just held him there. Then she whispered one little phrase, three little words. "Don't be afraid." And with that the thing he had been dreading appeared in the doorway, Voldermort, his wand out ready to do his worst. Those cold red eyes not blinking, not leaving Harry's face. He started to walk towards them. Then it happened, something unexpected, Voldermort appeared in pain, he was grabbing his head, trying to remain standing. He looked up to see the girl, staring at him, a deep penetrating stare, as if she could read his mind. There was a soft voice, a strange voice going through Voldermort's head. "You didn't expect me, but you should have known I would come." She raised her hand and a strong wind went through Harry's room. Voldermort was blown back into the infinite darkness.
Harry sat there in total amazement. He wanted to know who this girl was. He wanted to say thank you but the words wouldn't come out. Then he heard it again, that sweet whisper, "Don't be afraid." She looked deeply into his eyes, he looked back and a wave of emotion swept over him he wanted her more than any girl before. She placed her hand on his cheek, gently caressing it, their lips moved closer, he could feel her warm breath on his lips and he wanted her, as their lips almost touched he heard.
"Harry you, you keep that owl quiet." He opened his eyes to notice that she was gone and he had fallen asleep. "It was just a dream Harry, just a dream."
He said to calm himself down. He tied the letters to Hedwig's leg and went to lie in his bed and fell back to sleep.
The next morning there was no annoying voice, no threats, no nothing. Harry pinched himself to make sure he wasn't still dreaming. "Ouch, no I'm a wake." He said quietly to himself. He lay there staring up at the ceiling trying to keep the fresh image of the beautiful girl in his mind. Then his thoughts strayed somewhere else, the letters he had sent, wondering if hopefully he would get a response back. As soon as he had closed his eyes again, Hedwig flew through the window with the replies to his letters. She landed on the bed next to Harry and gave him a gentle nibble on the finger and went to her cage and started to drink her water. Harry couldn't wait; he ripped open the parchment of the letter and began to read Hermione's.
Dear Harry,
Hope all is well and those horrible muggles are treating you ok. The ride home was fine. Got an owl from Professor McGonagall telling me about the O.W.L.S? I've already started studying. I've owled Ron and of course he hasn't even cranked open a book. You should start studying too. Harry did you write Professor Dumbledore about your dream? Maybe he can tell you what it means. I've got to go, lot of studying to do.
Hermione
He shook his head, typical Hermione, have a bad dream tell the head master. Let's see what Ron wrote.
Dear Harry,
The trip was fine, can't wait until Dumbledore says you can come over, what was your nightmare about really? Maybe you should write Sirius and tell him about it. Dad says that the ministry is in total chaos. He says something about a missing reporter. Ya know that the Cannons almost won. 170 to 50 their seeker 'bout a second faster they would have won, but oh well. Mums going crazy with all the house work, Fred and George's jokes, and then she keeps going on about the ruddy O.W.L S. Never mind I think I'm going crazy.
Ron
"Write Sirius, now why didn't I think of that?" Harry questioned himself. He pulled out a clean piece of parchment.
Dear Sirius,
How are you? Hope you are doing well, haven't talked to you in a while. You told me to write if anything bothered me and something has, I had a dream about Voldermort last night, two to be exact but I didn't mind the second. Please write back soon.
Harry
He sent this with Hedwig and went down for breakfast.
A month had past; the only way Harry survived was by owl post. So far, he had received letters from Sirius, letting Harry know how he was doing and that he would go see Dumbledore about his dream, also from Seamus Finngan keeping him up on Quidditch, Ron, Hagrid and Hermione of course. Then Harry got a letter from someone that has never wrote Harry, Professor Dumbledore, he told him that at the end of the month he could go to the Weasley's to stay the remainder of the summer. Harry jumped up to look at the calendar, it was July 26th. Only 5 more days and he would be with his two best friends for a whole month. He took out his quill and wrote Ron.
Dear Ron,
Have you heard, I get to come over? I cannot wait. Well I have to go make sure that I can go. I have something to tell you but don't tell Hermione. Write back as soon as possible.
See you soon
Harry
He soon had two more letters out in front of him. One addressed to Hermione the other addressed to Sirius.
Dear Sirius,
Hey I'm going to Ron's for the rest of the summer. I'm so happy. I haven't had any more bad dreams but if I do I will tell you. I will write to you and tell you when we are going to Diagon Alley.
Harry
Harry strapped the letters to Hedwigs leg and told her to deliver Sirius's first, she nipped his ear and flew through the window. He ran downstairs and told his uncle that he was leaving off to his friend's house. Before he even got an answer, he was off to pack up his trunk. This was the best birthday gift he could ever get.
The days went by slowly, each day felt like 7 to him. Finally it was Monday, the day before his birthday. All he had to do is last a few more hours. Harry went downstairs to eat dinner. He wasn't really hungry but to avoid an argument he sucked down his food and ran upstairs to get ready to go to bed.
Harry laid there for roughly an hour trying his hardest to fall asleep. He turned and looked at his clock; it read 9:30 "this is hopeless." He thought to himself. Then the image of the mystery girl swept into his thoughts.
The next morning …
Harry's alarm went off; he jumped out of bed and ran to the shower.
"Harry those people are here. Time to go." Uncle Vernon boomed from downstairs. Ron shifted slightly at the presence of this man. Harry ran to his room grabbed his trunk and drug it down the stairs.
"It's great that you get to stay a while sweetie." Whispered Mrs. Weasley as she gave him a great big hug. Harry's face burnt a deep red, Ron just laughed.
