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next chapter of Anything but Ordinary!! (For those who care....)
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Dreams, Decisions, and Disappearings
"He doesn't belong here," said a voice coming from beyond a tattered purple veil.
"He does belong here, he fell," said another voice from the same place.
"It was just a stunner, he should go back," said a third voice.
"Yes it was, so lets send him back!" said the first voice again.
"I still don't agree," said the second voice.
"Well he's going back, and there's nothing you can do to stop us from sending him back," said the first voice again.
A young man, of about 16 suddenly jerked awake. 'What could that dream mean?' He thought. It was about that veil, the same one that he had been dreaming about since that night. The night his godfather died. He got up and walked over to the window, thinking about that night, where Voldemort, had lured him down to the Department of Mysteries to try and get the prophecy. 'That damn prophecy. Kill, or be killed. Wonderful options.' he thought as he hit his head against the window quietly so he wouldn't wake his relatives.
'Of course, Dumbledor didn't tell me about the stupid prophecy until 'dearest Voldy' killed someone that really mattered to me. Especially the one person I went there to save! But he just had to wait until then to tell me! I shouldn't have even gone in the first place. It was all my fault he died!' he thought as he walked back to his bed and sat down. He buried his head in his hands and started to cry, which was something he did a lot lately. His hand rubbed over an odd shaped scar on his forehead. To be exact, the scar was shaped like a bolt of lightning, and it was no ordinary scar. It was given to him by a murderer by the name of Tom Riddle aka Lord Voldemort. That scar was the thing that made him famous. That scar was what made him different from everyone else. He was Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived. He glanced over at the window, and noticed it was past sunrise. 'I have time for a short run before I have to make breakfast' he thought before he chanced clothes and left the house. At the beginning of the summer, Harry had started making himself so busy, he wouldn't have time to think about the prophecy, Voldemort, and worst of all, his godfather, Sirius Black's death (which he still blamed himself for). So when he got back from his run, he made breakfast for the Dursleys then started on his long list of chores. That night, an exhausted Harry was lying on his bed, thinking about the many things he didn't want to think about. Suddenly he had a brilliant idea. "I have to get out of here. If I leave, no one else will die because of me. I can go somewhere and train to kill Voldemort. Yes, that's it. I must leave," he muttered to himself as he started throwing his possessions into his trunk. Once he was all packed, he decided that he would go to Gringrots in the morning and take out some money. He lay back down on his bed, but a few minutes later he sat right back up. 'Something's wrong' he thought, before he disappeared from the room with nothing but a loud pop.
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Ok, short chapter, but sorry, I will write the next one really soon! I hope to have it up by tomorrow night! And hopefully it will be longer. You'll find out who Ariana is, where Harry went, and the search for Harry will begin all in the next chapter. (I hope) So please please review!! (I don't have any yet)
-Skye
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Dreams, Decisions, and Disappearings
"He doesn't belong here," said a voice coming from beyond a tattered purple veil.
"He does belong here, he fell," said another voice from the same place.
"It was just a stunner, he should go back," said a third voice.
"Yes it was, so lets send him back!" said the first voice again.
"I still don't agree," said the second voice.
"Well he's going back, and there's nothing you can do to stop us from sending him back," said the first voice again.
A young man, of about 16 suddenly jerked awake. 'What could that dream mean?' He thought. It was about that veil, the same one that he had been dreaming about since that night. The night his godfather died. He got up and walked over to the window, thinking about that night, where Voldemort, had lured him down to the Department of Mysteries to try and get the prophecy. 'That damn prophecy. Kill, or be killed. Wonderful options.' he thought as he hit his head against the window quietly so he wouldn't wake his relatives.
'Of course, Dumbledor didn't tell me about the stupid prophecy until 'dearest Voldy' killed someone that really mattered to me. Especially the one person I went there to save! But he just had to wait until then to tell me! I shouldn't have even gone in the first place. It was all my fault he died!' he thought as he walked back to his bed and sat down. He buried his head in his hands and started to cry, which was something he did a lot lately. His hand rubbed over an odd shaped scar on his forehead. To be exact, the scar was shaped like a bolt of lightning, and it was no ordinary scar. It was given to him by a murderer by the name of Tom Riddle aka Lord Voldemort. That scar was the thing that made him famous. That scar was what made him different from everyone else. He was Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived. He glanced over at the window, and noticed it was past sunrise. 'I have time for a short run before I have to make breakfast' he thought before he chanced clothes and left the house. At the beginning of the summer, Harry had started making himself so busy, he wouldn't have time to think about the prophecy, Voldemort, and worst of all, his godfather, Sirius Black's death (which he still blamed himself for). So when he got back from his run, he made breakfast for the Dursleys then started on his long list of chores. That night, an exhausted Harry was lying on his bed, thinking about the many things he didn't want to think about. Suddenly he had a brilliant idea. "I have to get out of here. If I leave, no one else will die because of me. I can go somewhere and train to kill Voldemort. Yes, that's it. I must leave," he muttered to himself as he started throwing his possessions into his trunk. Once he was all packed, he decided that he would go to Gringrots in the morning and take out some money. He lay back down on his bed, but a few minutes later he sat right back up. 'Something's wrong' he thought, before he disappeared from the room with nothing but a loud pop.
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Ok, short chapter, but sorry, I will write the next one really soon! I hope to have it up by tomorrow night! And hopefully it will be longer. You'll find out who Ariana is, where Harry went, and the search for Harry will begin all in the next chapter. (I hope) So please please review!! (I don't have any yet)
-Skye