Heya I was trying to get some of the feel of JK Rowling's writing into this but she's so darn good! Hope you like my attempt. Pls let me know 'cos I have more written but I need to no if it's any good so far before posting it. So pls review!!
"Master, she is here master, the slayer." A wooden panelled room came into focus and a small stooped man who was speaking became more defined.
"At Hogwarts?" A high voice questioned. "The slayer is at Hogwarts?" It seemed to be emanating from a chair facing the fire.
"Yes my lord" a weaker voice replied. "She will protect him master."
"No Wormtail. The slayer's strength is not as great as ours and not as great as mine will be soon. "
"But my lord she is the one, chosen."
"Silence, fool, she is strong but not strong enough to defeat us. She must be tested, she will be made to join us if she proves herself worthy otherwise we will dispose of her. It should be easy when she knows."
"Knows what my lord?"
"A little secret Wormtail. A secret you are not to be trusted with. You did not keep the last one."
"No master. I am sorry master it was an accident."
"Nevertheless Wormtail you must be punished, you know that." There was an edge to the voice, as if the speaker was amused by the thought of punishment.
"Yes master, of course master."
"Crucio" the high voice hissed with a cackle of laughter.
As the screaming began Harry Potter woke suddenly, his lightening bolt scar searing with pain. He rubbed it gently still breathing heavily and tried to recall what had brought about the pain. He got up and leaned out of the open window looking for a flash of white against the dark sky. Harry sighed softly knowing that Hedwig was unlikely to return home before dawn but wishing she was there for company. Not that she could offer much advice about nightmares and scar pains. What was that nightmare anyway? It was different from the others, somehow clearer but Harry knew that cruel, hissing voice, it featured in all his nightmares. It was the voice of Lord Voldemort, the man who had brought pain not just Harry's life but the lives of hundreds of others. The other voice though, from the man Voldemort called Wormtail, had first appeared in his subconscious at the end of last term and had been a frequent occurrence since.
'If only Sirius was here' Harry thought. Strange how much Harry missed a man he had only met once, twice if you counted his two bodies floating around in different time planes, and who had thought to be his parent's murderer. Strange too how terrified the Dursleys were of his name alone. Something made Harry long for his godfather, he knew that Ron and Hermione were the best friends he could ask for but something about Sirius made Harry want to confide in him. Of course he'd also quite like to know that Sirius was safely hidden but hadn't heard from him since the train journey back from Hogwarts. What Harry wouldn't give to have a note, just a few lines from Sirius to say that he was alive and well. As if on cue a brown owl flew through Harry's window only missing his head due to Harry's quidditch born reflexes.