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Harry was wanted to be at Hogwarts but, as usual during the summer holidays, he was stuck at the Dursley's.
He had been counting the days until he was back and there wasn't many left, but today was something he had to remember, what was it? He couldn't remember, oh well, he would just have to find out.
Harry walked down the stairs and basically fell into a pile of present wrappings, well, because he was as thin as he was, he was swallowed by the mass of empty boxes and ribbons and had to crawl out of the monstrous mound.
Now he remembered, it was Dudley's Birthday. As if Aunt Petunia was called by his thoughts by the thought of his lump-of-a-cousins birthday, she walked out of the kitchen and told him, rather sternly, that he was needed in the lounge. He followed and was greeted by the mass himself, or rather, Dudley grunted at him while gorging himself with his eyes rigidly fixed on the display of the kitchens television.
The only difference from any other day was that Dudley was wearing a luminous pink party hat, and so was the rest of the family.
The days after that followed with no great distinctions and Harry was getting closer to the time when he would see Ron and Hermione again on the train.
So he went to his room and went into an sleep.
That was until Harry had the first vision.
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He was sitting in a room, he couldn't move, he must have been bound with something, probably rope, and there in front of him was the back of a man. This man was looking at the back of a chair, and he was pleased with himself for some reason.
The room was made up of a dark granite and dark marble. There was a large chair on top of a raised part of floor. This was facing a large and soiled window from which there was a view of a lake and a forest on the left and a large mountain range on the right.
There was a man sitting in the chair, and something told Harry this man was deep in thought and oblivious to everything.
The man could not contain himself and burst out saying, "Lord, its about Harry Potter!!" In the split second that Harry saw the man's face, he knew that it was Malfoy senior. But if that was Malfoy, then the man in the chair would be-...
The man in the chair turned in a rush and smiled, and Harry's scar burst into pain.
It was Voldemort.
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Review please people!!!
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Harry was wanted to be at Hogwarts but, as usual during the summer holidays, he was stuck at the Dursley's.
He had been counting the days until he was back and there wasn't many left, but today was something he had to remember, what was it? He couldn't remember, oh well, he would just have to find out.
Harry walked down the stairs and basically fell into a pile of present wrappings, well, because he was as thin as he was, he was swallowed by the mass of empty boxes and ribbons and had to crawl out of the monstrous mound.
Now he remembered, it was Dudley's Birthday. As if Aunt Petunia was called by his thoughts by the thought of his lump-of-a-cousins birthday, she walked out of the kitchen and told him, rather sternly, that he was needed in the lounge. He followed and was greeted by the mass himself, or rather, Dudley grunted at him while gorging himself with his eyes rigidly fixed on the display of the kitchens television.
The only difference from any other day was that Dudley was wearing a luminous pink party hat, and so was the rest of the family.
The days after that followed with no great distinctions and Harry was getting closer to the time when he would see Ron and Hermione again on the train.
So he went to his room and went into an sleep.
That was until Harry had the first vision.
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He was sitting in a room, he couldn't move, he must have been bound with something, probably rope, and there in front of him was the back of a man. This man was looking at the back of a chair, and he was pleased with himself for some reason.
The room was made up of a dark granite and dark marble. There was a large chair on top of a raised part of floor. This was facing a large and soiled window from which there was a view of a lake and a forest on the left and a large mountain range on the right.
There was a man sitting in the chair, and something told Harry this man was deep in thought and oblivious to everything.
The man could not contain himself and burst out saying, "Lord, its about Harry Potter!!" In the split second that Harry saw the man's face, he knew that it was Malfoy senior. But if that was Malfoy, then the man in the chair would be-...
The man in the chair turned in a rush and smiled, and Harry's scar burst into pain.
It was Voldemort.
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Review please people!!!