Midnight Torture
Chapter 3
The Unwelcome Visitor
Summary: Harry's old scar twanged all the time. Usually it meant that Voldemort was feeling strong emotion. Sometimes...sometimes though...it meant Voldemort was near by. Voldemort can't be anywhere near Privet Drive...right?
Disclaimer: HP=J. K. R.'s
Harry sat bolt upright in his bed, he was drenched in sweat and his scar still throbbed painfully. He glanced at the clock. It was a little before midnight.
In the dream he, Harry, had been Voldemort. It wasn't a surprising or shocking thing, it'd happened before. In fact, Harry thought with a pang of guilt, he had been taking private Occlumency lessons with his least favorite teacher, Professor Snape, to stop himself from having them; but that's beside the point.
What had happened in the dream? The details were slipping away as quickly as they had come and Harry closed his eyes to try and picture it.
Wormtail was there, and he and Voldemort were planning something...yes, that was it; something that would happen...tonight.
Harry's eyes snapped open. Of course, he wouldn't let himself believe the dream was true. Especially not after...it was his fault that...
Angry tears stung his eyes. He would never get over the fact that it was his fault Sirius was...Sirius was...Sirius was dead. He fell into Voldemort's trap, played right into his hands. How could he have been so stupid? Harry banged his fist on his bed angrily.
Harry was jerked away from his thoughts by a small, brown owl that flew through the window, a letter tied to its leg.
"About time!" Harry exclaimed as he hopped out of bed, pulled his glasses on, and headed over to the little owl; which had perched itself on top of Hedwig's cage. It had been nearly three weeks since he had sent his letter giving the all clear to Ron, and he was getting really worried.
As he looked closer at Pig Harry knew something was wrong. For one thing, he wasn't zooming around the room twittering madly like he usually does; and for another, he looked extremely tired; too tired for a simple trip to and from the Burrow.
Harry laid his musings aside and pulled the letter off Pig's leg and unrolled it.
"What the-?" Harry gasped. Instead of seeing a time and date when Ron would be picking him up, he saw his own handwriting. As he skimmed the note he realized that this was the note he'd sent to Ron. Why hadn't he gotten it? He had never gotten his own letter back before, owl post had never let him down.
What was that? Harry spun around; he'd heard something, not unlike the rustle of a cloak.
Harry grabbed his wand off the bedside table and squinted into the darkness.
"Who's there?" he asked. Something definitely moved.
Harry raised his wand, but before he could utter a spell a cold voice yelled Stupefy!
Author's End Note: I hope you liked it! It was pretty short. I wanted to leave it on a cliff hanger for a week. Heehee You know, leave you wanting more (which I hope you do (). Also, I need six reviews before I'll write another chapter. Six for this one and chapter two. So three for each (duh).
Courtney Please review!
Chapter 3
The Unwelcome Visitor
Summary: Harry's old scar twanged all the time. Usually it meant that Voldemort was feeling strong emotion. Sometimes...sometimes though...it meant Voldemort was near by. Voldemort can't be anywhere near Privet Drive...right?
Disclaimer: HP=J. K. R.'s
Harry sat bolt upright in his bed, he was drenched in sweat and his scar still throbbed painfully. He glanced at the clock. It was a little before midnight.
In the dream he, Harry, had been Voldemort. It wasn't a surprising or shocking thing, it'd happened before. In fact, Harry thought with a pang of guilt, he had been taking private Occlumency lessons with his least favorite teacher, Professor Snape, to stop himself from having them; but that's beside the point.
What had happened in the dream? The details were slipping away as quickly as they had come and Harry closed his eyes to try and picture it.
Wormtail was there, and he and Voldemort were planning something...yes, that was it; something that would happen...tonight.
Harry's eyes snapped open. Of course, he wouldn't let himself believe the dream was true. Especially not after...it was his fault that...
Angry tears stung his eyes. He would never get over the fact that it was his fault Sirius was...Sirius was...Sirius was dead. He fell into Voldemort's trap, played right into his hands. How could he have been so stupid? Harry banged his fist on his bed angrily.
Harry was jerked away from his thoughts by a small, brown owl that flew through the window, a letter tied to its leg.
"About time!" Harry exclaimed as he hopped out of bed, pulled his glasses on, and headed over to the little owl; which had perched itself on top of Hedwig's cage. It had been nearly three weeks since he had sent his letter giving the all clear to Ron, and he was getting really worried.
As he looked closer at Pig Harry knew something was wrong. For one thing, he wasn't zooming around the room twittering madly like he usually does; and for another, he looked extremely tired; too tired for a simple trip to and from the Burrow.
Harry laid his musings aside and pulled the letter off Pig's leg and unrolled it.
"What the-?" Harry gasped. Instead of seeing a time and date when Ron would be picking him up, he saw his own handwriting. As he skimmed the note he realized that this was the note he'd sent to Ron. Why hadn't he gotten it? He had never gotten his own letter back before, owl post had never let him down.
What was that? Harry spun around; he'd heard something, not unlike the rustle of a cloak.
Harry grabbed his wand off the bedside table and squinted into the darkness.
"Who's there?" he asked. Something definitely moved.
Harry raised his wand, but before he could utter a spell a cold voice yelled Stupefy!
Author's End Note: I hope you liked it! It was pretty short. I wanted to leave it on a cliff hanger for a week. Heehee You know, leave you wanting more (which I hope you do (). Also, I need six reviews before I'll write another chapter. Six for this one and chapter two. So three for each (duh).
Courtney Please review!