Chapter 2 - Nightmares
The next few days were pretty much the same at No. 4 Privet Drive. Harry rarely did anything other than chores or sleeping. Petunia had been allowing him to eat his meals, so the food under the floorboards was still untouched. Near the end of his first week back, he had a nightmare.
Harry opened his eyes and knew immediately he wasn't in the Dursley's house. Looking around he saw that he was in some cottage a young man and woman were playing with a baby. He winced knowing what as coming. Sure enough, a few moments later there was an explosion in another room of the cottage. The baby looked up and started to whimper. A cold high-pitched laugh was heard from the same direction as the explosion. Neither the man nor the woman looked too surprised by this. They did however look terrified. Harry saw the woman snatch the baby up and both the adults stood up. As this woman turned in his direction, Harry gasped. He had seen her before! She was a member of the Order. The man snapped in to action.
"Liz! Take Dylan and go! I'll hold him off. Use the Portkey!"
"NO! I'm not going to leave you!" cried the woman, Liz.
"You have to!" snapped the man. "What about Dylan? Please go. I love you."
With tears running down her cheek, Liz turned to go. Harry was struck by the similarities between this and the day his parents were killed. He didn't have much time to debate about this however, because his scar exploded with pain as Voldemort stepped into the room. He waved his wand and the woman stood frozen in place, her eyes darting around fearfully.
"Ah, Elizabeth. We meet again. Perhaps you will reconsider my offer? No? Well we'll see." He then turned is wand on the man. "Crucio!" Harry felt like he was being torn apart. The pain was nearly unbearable. Voldemort finally lifted the curse and turned to the woman. "Well?" It looked like he had released her, because she shook her head. "Very well"
He turned back to the man. "Crucio!" Harry desperately wished he could wake up. He had never felt this much pain before. That meant Voldemort was stronger now. He lifted the curse again, and turned back to the woman. The man lying on the floor rasped out "Lizzie.Don't join him.I'll be okay.Anything is better than joining him." Voldemort looked furious. "Avada Kadavra!" As Harry crossed the room to stand next to Liz, he noticed that the man looked almost happy. He supposed death was better than being used to force his wife to join Voldemort.
As Voldemort turned back to the woman, Dylan opened his eyes and looked at Harry. He was struck by how much they reminded him of his own eyes, except for the fact that they were blue.
"Crucio!" The curse hit the woman and she fell to the ground. The baby rolled away from her grasp. The creature then turned his wand on the baby. "Crucio!" The baby let out a scream that tore at Harry's heart. Even through the curse, he reached out and grabbed the baby's hand. The pain in his body intensified ten-fold, but surprisingly the baby stopped screaming. When Voldemort lifted the curse, Harry noticed that Dylan was staring at him, and holding his hand. This baby could see and touch him. He had no time to wonder about this, because Voldemort started the curse again. This was 100 times worse than it had ever been, but the baby didn't appear to feel any pain. The woman seemed to take heart in this, and again refused to join him. Harry could tell her heart was breaking and was quite proud of her to still refuse.
Voldemort was furious that the baby had stopped screaming and the pain increased. Finally, he grew tired of the baby and cast the Killing curse. Harry cradled the small body in his arms as he watched helplessly while Voldemort tortured the woman. He held her under the curse for about 10 minutes. Finally, it was too much for her and she died. Harry felt himself leaving the dream at the same instant the life left that young woman's body.
Harry bolted upright, his piercing green eyes clouded with pain. His body trembled slightly, but not nearly to the extent that one would associate with the Cruciatus Curse. The truth was, The-Boy-Who-Lived was no stranger to pain. While he had been studying Occlumency, his connection to Voldemort had grown, and he had frequent nightmares and visions. When he had finally mastered it, he was able to block out visions Voldemort was deliberately sending to him. However, he still saw most of his 'true' visions, as he had dubbed them. That meant that he usually saw whenever Voldemort personally tortured someone.
His body stiffened as when he thought about Occlumency. Apparently, wonderful Dumbledore had been reluctant to give up the ability to read Harry's mind, so had only taught him how to block visions from entering his mind. This had done nothing to stop people from reading his thoughts. Fortunately, Harry had figured this out in time, and with Ginny's help, he had erected a strong shield around his mind. While doing this, he had also learned how to discover when someone was attempting to read his mind and project false images. He also mastered Legilimency.
Dumbledore, however, did not know any of this, and Harry planned to keep it that way. Although his stay at Privet Drive was probably because Dumbledore thought Voldemort would be able to read Harry's mind and discover the Order's plans. But the old man had manipulated Harry enough. This time, it was HIS turn.
He briefly wondered if Dumbledore forced him to stay at Privet Drive so that when he returned to the Wizarding World he would accept anything with no questions. Perhaps he thought that leaving Harry starved for love would make him desperate enough not to realize he was a pawn in Dumbledore's game.
But it didn't matter right now. Dumbledore had no idea what Harry had learned the previous year. Harry had a lot of power, and only needed to know how to use it. It had taken a lot of work, but the end result had been worth it. Wandless Magic. Moreover, Harry's spells with a wand were much more powerful than most Wizards. He had also finally managed to become an Animagus. He actually had two forms. A blue and silver phoenix as well as a black fox. Both forms had a thin lightening bolt scar, although neither was clearly visible.
After much deliberation, he had told Ginny, and she eventually became a red fox. He had wanted to tell Ron and Hermione, but did not feel like facing their anger. Hermione would be furious he had tried something so dangerous and illegal, and Ron would be furious he hadn't been told earlier. Not to mention dragging his sister into it. No, it would be easier if they didn't know.
All that he really needed to learn now was Apparition. He had some books, but didn't want to try for fear of getting splinched, or the Ministry detecting his magic. This year, even more so than any other, he was REALLY looking forward to his birthday. Realizing he wasn't going to get anymore sleep that night, Harry rolled over grabbed a book from his trunk and started to read.
*********************************************************** A/N: Okay, there it is. Chapter 2. Lots of explanations again, and I'm sorry, but it's important to know. You also now know why Harry is pissed of at Dumbledore. He simply doesn't trust him anymore. Next chapter, he will find his mothers things. We will also most likely have a "little" scene with the Dursley's.
Also, I'm glad you like it Ms.Marvel. Thank you!
Review people! Please?
The next few days were pretty much the same at No. 4 Privet Drive. Harry rarely did anything other than chores or sleeping. Petunia had been allowing him to eat his meals, so the food under the floorboards was still untouched. Near the end of his first week back, he had a nightmare.
Harry opened his eyes and knew immediately he wasn't in the Dursley's house. Looking around he saw that he was in some cottage a young man and woman were playing with a baby. He winced knowing what as coming. Sure enough, a few moments later there was an explosion in another room of the cottage. The baby looked up and started to whimper. A cold high-pitched laugh was heard from the same direction as the explosion. Neither the man nor the woman looked too surprised by this. They did however look terrified. Harry saw the woman snatch the baby up and both the adults stood up. As this woman turned in his direction, Harry gasped. He had seen her before! She was a member of the Order. The man snapped in to action.
"Liz! Take Dylan and go! I'll hold him off. Use the Portkey!"
"NO! I'm not going to leave you!" cried the woman, Liz.
"You have to!" snapped the man. "What about Dylan? Please go. I love you."
With tears running down her cheek, Liz turned to go. Harry was struck by the similarities between this and the day his parents were killed. He didn't have much time to debate about this however, because his scar exploded with pain as Voldemort stepped into the room. He waved his wand and the woman stood frozen in place, her eyes darting around fearfully.
"Ah, Elizabeth. We meet again. Perhaps you will reconsider my offer? No? Well we'll see." He then turned is wand on the man. "Crucio!" Harry felt like he was being torn apart. The pain was nearly unbearable. Voldemort finally lifted the curse and turned to the woman. "Well?" It looked like he had released her, because she shook her head. "Very well"
He turned back to the man. "Crucio!" Harry desperately wished he could wake up. He had never felt this much pain before. That meant Voldemort was stronger now. He lifted the curse again, and turned back to the woman. The man lying on the floor rasped out "Lizzie.Don't join him.I'll be okay.Anything is better than joining him." Voldemort looked furious. "Avada Kadavra!" As Harry crossed the room to stand next to Liz, he noticed that the man looked almost happy. He supposed death was better than being used to force his wife to join Voldemort.
As Voldemort turned back to the woman, Dylan opened his eyes and looked at Harry. He was struck by how much they reminded him of his own eyes, except for the fact that they were blue.
"Crucio!" The curse hit the woman and she fell to the ground. The baby rolled away from her grasp. The creature then turned his wand on the baby. "Crucio!" The baby let out a scream that tore at Harry's heart. Even through the curse, he reached out and grabbed the baby's hand. The pain in his body intensified ten-fold, but surprisingly the baby stopped screaming. When Voldemort lifted the curse, Harry noticed that Dylan was staring at him, and holding his hand. This baby could see and touch him. He had no time to wonder about this, because Voldemort started the curse again. This was 100 times worse than it had ever been, but the baby didn't appear to feel any pain. The woman seemed to take heart in this, and again refused to join him. Harry could tell her heart was breaking and was quite proud of her to still refuse.
Voldemort was furious that the baby had stopped screaming and the pain increased. Finally, he grew tired of the baby and cast the Killing curse. Harry cradled the small body in his arms as he watched helplessly while Voldemort tortured the woman. He held her under the curse for about 10 minutes. Finally, it was too much for her and she died. Harry felt himself leaving the dream at the same instant the life left that young woman's body.
Harry bolted upright, his piercing green eyes clouded with pain. His body trembled slightly, but not nearly to the extent that one would associate with the Cruciatus Curse. The truth was, The-Boy-Who-Lived was no stranger to pain. While he had been studying Occlumency, his connection to Voldemort had grown, and he had frequent nightmares and visions. When he had finally mastered it, he was able to block out visions Voldemort was deliberately sending to him. However, he still saw most of his 'true' visions, as he had dubbed them. That meant that he usually saw whenever Voldemort personally tortured someone.
His body stiffened as when he thought about Occlumency. Apparently, wonderful Dumbledore had been reluctant to give up the ability to read Harry's mind, so had only taught him how to block visions from entering his mind. This had done nothing to stop people from reading his thoughts. Fortunately, Harry had figured this out in time, and with Ginny's help, he had erected a strong shield around his mind. While doing this, he had also learned how to discover when someone was attempting to read his mind and project false images. He also mastered Legilimency.
Dumbledore, however, did not know any of this, and Harry planned to keep it that way. Although his stay at Privet Drive was probably because Dumbledore thought Voldemort would be able to read Harry's mind and discover the Order's plans. But the old man had manipulated Harry enough. This time, it was HIS turn.
He briefly wondered if Dumbledore forced him to stay at Privet Drive so that when he returned to the Wizarding World he would accept anything with no questions. Perhaps he thought that leaving Harry starved for love would make him desperate enough not to realize he was a pawn in Dumbledore's game.
But it didn't matter right now. Dumbledore had no idea what Harry had learned the previous year. Harry had a lot of power, and only needed to know how to use it. It had taken a lot of work, but the end result had been worth it. Wandless Magic. Moreover, Harry's spells with a wand were much more powerful than most Wizards. He had also finally managed to become an Animagus. He actually had two forms. A blue and silver phoenix as well as a black fox. Both forms had a thin lightening bolt scar, although neither was clearly visible.
After much deliberation, he had told Ginny, and she eventually became a red fox. He had wanted to tell Ron and Hermione, but did not feel like facing their anger. Hermione would be furious he had tried something so dangerous and illegal, and Ron would be furious he hadn't been told earlier. Not to mention dragging his sister into it. No, it would be easier if they didn't know.
All that he really needed to learn now was Apparition. He had some books, but didn't want to try for fear of getting splinched, or the Ministry detecting his magic. This year, even more so than any other, he was REALLY looking forward to his birthday. Realizing he wasn't going to get anymore sleep that night, Harry rolled over grabbed a book from his trunk and started to read.
*********************************************************** A/N: Okay, there it is. Chapter 2. Lots of explanations again, and I'm sorry, but it's important to know. You also now know why Harry is pissed of at Dumbledore. He simply doesn't trust him anymore. Next chapter, he will find his mothers things. We will also most likely have a "little" scene with the Dursley's.
Also, I'm glad you like it Ms.Marvel. Thank you!
Review people! Please?