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Neither can live, while the other survives- Sibyll Trelawny, top floor north tower
The sky was glazed over with an inky darkness and the rising half moon sat in the evening sky.
Expansive gray clouds were suspended in the air. Round and full with the promise of impending rain, they lingered over the intricate city that was London and extended into the small suburb that was Little Whining. Further into Little Whining sat the small roadway that connected Little Whining to the rest
Of the world, Privet Drive.
The homes that aligned this small drive stood shimmering eerily in the moonlight. These stately houses gave off an air of begrudged welcoming and mild prosperity not belying the occupants in the least. The mildly sprawling green lawns and flowering bushes were alight with the spark of light that beamed from the sky.
Up and along the street people scampered about trying to reach the sheltered confines of the places they called home as the ceiling above the Earth began to leak and Mother Nature made good on her dreary and rainy promise.
As the knocker on the door of number four, Privet Drive vibrated and three people that occupied it rushed out to the new Lincoln model that sat parked in the driveway the fourth and final occupant sat in the smallest room breathing heavily. Reaching blindly for the round frame spectacles that rested on the table beside the bed he placed them on and opened his green eyes.
The Dursely's were gone. He was alone in the smallest bedroom Privet Drive with nothing to occupy his mind but the dream. It was only a dream, he understood this completely. But it was the startling clarity in which he remembered the dream that had his mind constantly recalling it. He tried to convince himself over and over that it was only a dream but he just couldn't come to terms with it. Could it have possibly been the future? Or perhaps the past? Either way it had his mind in an utterly befuddled way.
The figure struggled to breathe as the black mist threatened to envelop him. He could see the sky disappearing from view steadily turning from azure blue to crimson, finally fading into a dull, desolate gray. The worsening wind whipped the pitch-black cloak about him. He bowed his head away from the air currents, his hair swirling in his face, his mind preparing him for the inevitable that was about to commence. His head snapped up suddenly as he felt the evil presence approaching him. Not even 10 feet away from him now stood the most feared person in the universe, who coincidentally, was the exact person he was looking for. He met eyes with the hellish figure in front of him, the smoldering blood red eyes bore directly into his own unnatural green ones. The man's skin was so thin from previous augmentations that it stretched across his face tightly giving him a particularly skeletal look.
"So you have decided to come after all," the demonic man spoke with an air of superiority that seemed not to effect raven-haired man "it seems as though you have trained since we last met, let's see."
He raised his hand and as they ran towards each other, skin tore open and the fury was unleashed.
'Could the green eyed man had possibly been me?' Harry thought to myself quietly as I studied my current physique on the hanging mirror just inside the wardrobe.
Even though the man in the dream had a cloak about him, he could tell that he was a muscular person. The person staring out to him from the mirror couldn't possibly be called " as muscular as the guy in the dream" but there certain was a resemblance between him and the unknown man.
Harry appraised himself looking closely in the mirror. His black hair hung loosely at the nape of his neck, having been held back with a rubber band. He rather liked what the length of his hair added to his appearance. Having not had a proper haircut since the days of his pre – Hogwarts childhood it now covered the jagged lighting bolt scar that ran along his forehead and for that he could only be glad. Another startling thing that he noticed was the fact tat he wasn't as lanky and skinny as he had been in previous years. Having only grown about an inch since the beginning of his fifth year the food that he ate had started to make him expand in width rather than in height. Also with the threat of a Dark Lord on his mind, he had begun to try and condition his body for that daunting task that at he knew lay ahead. Starting out by doing push-ups and sits up everyday and a light jog in the evenings he had began to see results of his labor.
Closing the wardrobe back and reclining back into the rickety twin sized he sat upon the comforter and contemplated his summer.
There was really nothing to think about. It was as regular as it should have been. Being followed wherever he went, being owled constantly, being forbade to go anywhere. All in all, his supposed friends allowed him to quietly savor that little slice of hell they had baked up for me.
'I miss you Sirius, I loved you,' miserable thought floated around his head.
His throat constricted slightly as he thought of his late godfather and how he had his life cave in on him, how he had died by the hand of his cousin.
He knew the tears wouldn't come anymore.
"Even the sky couldn't rain forever." I told myself aloud. It was doing a pretty good job at the moment though.
"One more year, one more year," he told himself quietly.
Having got a partime job in the summer to occupy himself, Harry had begun to save up for a muggle form of transportation. He knew he could easily pay for it out of his families saving but he wanted to contribute at least a little money towards it himself.
Rising up from the bed and walking over towards the window he wrenched it open letting the damp evening breeze waft over him as the raindrops spattered hitting the screen. He peered into the dark street as he saw a figure move towards the house.
Lightning illuminated the surroundings briefly he had a moment to see a tall man skulking up the drive right to the front of number four.
Everything soon went dark.
Breathing quickly and hoarsely Harry strained to hear even the smallest of sounds, not daring to move.
Treading a light path to the door he silently opened it and took a few steps in the hallway, balancing on the balls of his feet muscle taut in ungrounded fear.
Suddenly there was a sound in the living room that caused him to fall over, barely catching himself on the banister. The sound was familiar, he heard it everyday but in the silent house it sounded like a deathly foghorn.
Someone was pounding desperately at the door.
A/N: Bit of o cliffhanger huh. I love reviews immensely and I will welcome anything from critiques to praise to flames, give me some feedback so I can improve this. Don't let me walk blind. Also if anyone posts on FF.net reviews can you tell me how to keep all of the formats the same because I can't keep the italicization after I upload a chapter.