Disclamier: Nothing you recognise is mine, it all belongs to JK. I guess the only thing you could say was mine would be TJ, but not entirely as Voldemort and Tom Riddle belong to JK...it's not fair!
Chapter 11: Nighmares
I"....and Potter!"
The crowds roared their approval as Harry Potter swooped out onto the pitch to join the rest of the England Quidditch team.
The referee came onto the pitch, the balls were released and the game bagan! England were 10 points up...20 points up...even with the other team. Harry soared high above the game, easily avoiding Bludgers that happened to chance coming his way on his search for the Snitch. A roar from the crowd drew Harry's attention. England were 100 points behind - it was up to him, Harry Potter, the youngest seeker in a century to capture the Snitch to win the World Cup final against Bulgaria.
There it was - the Snitch was hiding behind the England hoops!
Harry dove wildly, dimly aware of Viktor Krum trying his best to catch up, to no avail. Harry reached forwards, his outstretched hand nearing the Snitch. A foot further...he'd got it!
He pulled out of the dive, Snitch firmly in his hand. He thrust his fist into the air and, around him, the crowd noise exploded! His team mates grouped round him, cheering. Behind him, Viktor Krum hung his head in shame.
The England team hoisted Harry onto their shoulders and carried him over to where Minister Fudge was waiting with the gleaming Quidditch World Cup. Harry moved to touch the cup, and as he did, a scream sounded in the distance.../I
Harry sat bolt upright in his bed in Ron's room. The screaming seemed a lot louder now - in fact, it was coming from somewhere in the room. He jumped out of bed and almost collided with Ron, who was standing beside Harry's bed. He handed Harry his wand and his glasses, motioning for him to light his wand, just as Ron had done.
The scream appeared to be coming from the corner of the room where TJ's bed was. Cautiously, Harry and Ron picked their way across the room. As they drew level with the foot of TJ's bed, they were pushed aside by Molly Weasley who had raced in, wand held above her head. Behind her, Mr Weasley, Fred, George, Percy, Ginny and Bill (who was still dressed as he had just come in) were standing just inside the door and were watching the events as they unfolded.
Molly threw back the covers to TJ's bed. TJ was revealed to the room - he had curled into a ball and was shaking uncontrollably. Screams were still coming from him, slightly muffled as TJ was trying to make himself as small s possible.
Molly sat down beside TJ and started to shake him lightly. "TJ?" She whispered. "TJ, wake up."
TJ jumped and sat up so fast that Molly started. His face was red and tearstained and his eyes had a terrified edge to them. He pulled his knees up to his chest, buried his hace and started crying again.
Molly wrapped her arms around TJ and glared at the onlookers over the top of his head. Those by the door paled and ran through it. Harry heard several doors slam as the respective persons reached their destinations. Ron yawned, backed up and crawled into bed, falling asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Harry went to turn and go back to bed as well, but Molly shook her head and gestured for him to sit on the bed with TJ.
Harry lowered his wand and sat down on the bed alongside Molly and TJ. As soon as Harry was seated, TJ flung himself across the bed onto him and started crying uncontrollably onto his shoulder. Harry patted TJ's back nervously. He looked at Molly for some help, but all that she did was smile at him reassuringly and walked out of the room, shutting the door quietly.
Harry looked down at the sobbing bundle of five-year-old and felt out of his depth for the first time ever. Reasoning that offering TJ food or presents wouldn't work to calm TJ down like it did with Dudley. Having never been comforted after one of his own nightmares, he didn't know what to do and so he just sat there and allowed TJ to cry.
When TJ's sobs had subsided, Harry asked him about his dream.
"M...man!" TJ's voice shook, he shivered and had to be prompted by Harry before he carried on. "He was wearing a black dress. He...he said...he was going to kill you!" At this, TJ broke off into a fresh wave of tears whilst Harry thought over what TJ had said in horror.
Voldemort...but, how could Voldemort get to TJ?
TJ cut him off by starting a fresh wave of shivering, only this time from cold.
Harry tucked TJ in, ignoring the young boy's protests.
"Wha...what if he comes back?" Asked TJ fearfully.
"He won't," Harry replied, not sure whether he was trying to convince TJ or himself.
TJ nodded, not entirely convinced, but perhaps too tired to argue. Harry watched him for a while then stumbled across the room to his bed. He dropped his wand and glasses on the bedside table and collapsed into bed.
He lay on his back and looked up at the ceiling. However hard he tried, he couldn't get back to sleep - worry for TJ jerked him awake if he started to drift off. So, Harry had to be content with staring at the ceiling.
He heard a rustle from the other side of the room, a 'thump' and a 'patter' as light footstep made their way across the room. Harry turned his head to the side and saw TJ standing there, pillow clutched to his chest, looking very nervous.
"Can I get in with you?" TJ fidgeted, "I, um, can't sleep."
Harry stared at him for so long that TJ was about to go back to his own bed. "Sure," he said, moving over and lifting the covers so that TJ could get in.
TJ smiled gratefully. Climbing up onto the bed with some difficulty, he shuffled around, trying to get his pillow just right. Eventually he compromised with getting half the pillow for his head to rest on and clutching the other half tightly.
"Thanks..." he muttered. The next word was said so low that Harry had to strain his ears to hear it, "...dad."
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Aw...a genuine bonding moment, even though poor Harry felt out of his depth. Hehe! Right, I know I said I'd have WWW and Hermione in this chapter, but it was getting kinda long and woulda taken longer to put up, and I'm sure you didnt want to wait much longer would you?
Argh...will answer reviews next chapter, see ya!
Chapter 11: Nighmares
I"....and Potter!"
The crowds roared their approval as Harry Potter swooped out onto the pitch to join the rest of the England Quidditch team.
The referee came onto the pitch, the balls were released and the game bagan! England were 10 points up...20 points up...even with the other team. Harry soared high above the game, easily avoiding Bludgers that happened to chance coming his way on his search for the Snitch. A roar from the crowd drew Harry's attention. England were 100 points behind - it was up to him, Harry Potter, the youngest seeker in a century to capture the Snitch to win the World Cup final against Bulgaria.
There it was - the Snitch was hiding behind the England hoops!
Harry dove wildly, dimly aware of Viktor Krum trying his best to catch up, to no avail. Harry reached forwards, his outstretched hand nearing the Snitch. A foot further...he'd got it!
He pulled out of the dive, Snitch firmly in his hand. He thrust his fist into the air and, around him, the crowd noise exploded! His team mates grouped round him, cheering. Behind him, Viktor Krum hung his head in shame.
The England team hoisted Harry onto their shoulders and carried him over to where Minister Fudge was waiting with the gleaming Quidditch World Cup. Harry moved to touch the cup, and as he did, a scream sounded in the distance.../I
Harry sat bolt upright in his bed in Ron's room. The screaming seemed a lot louder now - in fact, it was coming from somewhere in the room. He jumped out of bed and almost collided with Ron, who was standing beside Harry's bed. He handed Harry his wand and his glasses, motioning for him to light his wand, just as Ron had done.
The scream appeared to be coming from the corner of the room where TJ's bed was. Cautiously, Harry and Ron picked their way across the room. As they drew level with the foot of TJ's bed, they were pushed aside by Molly Weasley who had raced in, wand held above her head. Behind her, Mr Weasley, Fred, George, Percy, Ginny and Bill (who was still dressed as he had just come in) were standing just inside the door and were watching the events as they unfolded.
Molly threw back the covers to TJ's bed. TJ was revealed to the room - he had curled into a ball and was shaking uncontrollably. Screams were still coming from him, slightly muffled as TJ was trying to make himself as small s possible.
Molly sat down beside TJ and started to shake him lightly. "TJ?" She whispered. "TJ, wake up."
TJ jumped and sat up so fast that Molly started. His face was red and tearstained and his eyes had a terrified edge to them. He pulled his knees up to his chest, buried his hace and started crying again.
Molly wrapped her arms around TJ and glared at the onlookers over the top of his head. Those by the door paled and ran through it. Harry heard several doors slam as the respective persons reached their destinations. Ron yawned, backed up and crawled into bed, falling asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Harry went to turn and go back to bed as well, but Molly shook her head and gestured for him to sit on the bed with TJ.
Harry lowered his wand and sat down on the bed alongside Molly and TJ. As soon as Harry was seated, TJ flung himself across the bed onto him and started crying uncontrollably onto his shoulder. Harry patted TJ's back nervously. He looked at Molly for some help, but all that she did was smile at him reassuringly and walked out of the room, shutting the door quietly.
Harry looked down at the sobbing bundle of five-year-old and felt out of his depth for the first time ever. Reasoning that offering TJ food or presents wouldn't work to calm TJ down like it did with Dudley. Having never been comforted after one of his own nightmares, he didn't know what to do and so he just sat there and allowed TJ to cry.
When TJ's sobs had subsided, Harry asked him about his dream.
"M...man!" TJ's voice shook, he shivered and had to be prompted by Harry before he carried on. "He was wearing a black dress. He...he said...he was going to kill you!" At this, TJ broke off into a fresh wave of tears whilst Harry thought over what TJ had said in horror.
Voldemort...but, how could Voldemort get to TJ?
TJ cut him off by starting a fresh wave of shivering, only this time from cold.
Harry tucked TJ in, ignoring the young boy's protests.
"Wha...what if he comes back?" Asked TJ fearfully.
"He won't," Harry replied, not sure whether he was trying to convince TJ or himself.
TJ nodded, not entirely convinced, but perhaps too tired to argue. Harry watched him for a while then stumbled across the room to his bed. He dropped his wand and glasses on the bedside table and collapsed into bed.
He lay on his back and looked up at the ceiling. However hard he tried, he couldn't get back to sleep - worry for TJ jerked him awake if he started to drift off. So, Harry had to be content with staring at the ceiling.
He heard a rustle from the other side of the room, a 'thump' and a 'patter' as light footstep made their way across the room. Harry turned his head to the side and saw TJ standing there, pillow clutched to his chest, looking very nervous.
"Can I get in with you?" TJ fidgeted, "I, um, can't sleep."
Harry stared at him for so long that TJ was about to go back to his own bed. "Sure," he said, moving over and lifting the covers so that TJ could get in.
TJ smiled gratefully. Climbing up onto the bed with some difficulty, he shuffled around, trying to get his pillow just right. Eventually he compromised with getting half the pillow for his head to rest on and clutching the other half tightly.
"Thanks..." he muttered. The next word was said so low that Harry had to strain his ears to hear it, "...dad."
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Aw...a genuine bonding moment, even though poor Harry felt out of his depth. Hehe! Right, I know I said I'd have WWW and Hermione in this chapter, but it was getting kinda long and woulda taken longer to put up, and I'm sure you didnt want to wait much longer would you?
Argh...will answer reviews next chapter, see ya!