~*~Disclaimer: still don't own Harry Potter...~*~
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Jessica-Black: thanx for being the first to review... here's more! :-)
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Harry Potter woke up, clutching his scar on his forehead. He felt he was covered in a cold sweat, and got up to head for the bathroom to wash up.
He slowly opened the door, heading towards the bathroom as quietly as possible without using a silencing charm. The dream kept running through his head, and Harry was beginning to get frustrated that he didn't know this 'Prophesy' that Voldemort was speaking of. And who was at Hogwarts, that Voldemort would think worthy of being his queen? Must be a Slytherin… Pansy Parkinson perhaps? He snorted at the thought, and stopped in his tracks as Dudley snored.
He turned the water on, splashing his face with a handful of icy cold water from the tap. Harry looked up at his reflection in the mirror, and asked himself, "Why does Voldemort have to bug me all the time? Why won't he just die?" When the mirror didn't respond, Harry sighed and toweled his face dry. What had he expected, to have a full-length conversation with his reflection? This wasn't the Wizard world, after all, where the mirrors talk to you, or even make fun of you.
Trying, and failing, at sleep many times, Harry decided to write to Professor Dumbledore about his recent discoveries. He was the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and should know that Voldemort expected one of the students as his Queen.
Harry explained in the letter the conversation he had witnessed between Wormtail and Voldemort. He purposely stopped himself from writing down the fact that he wished he could cause that pain upon the fat rat of a traitor. He signed off the letter, and looked out the window.
"Hedwig!" Harry whispered loudly. "I have a letter for you to deliver!"
The white owl looked up from he prey in the bushes, and flied up to the window. She stuck her leg out importantly for Harry to tie the letter on.
"Bring this to Professor Dumbledore, please." Harry told her, handing her an owl treat.
She hooted, and flew off towards the school, where Harry was to be heading within a day, as it was about 5 in the morning at Number Four Privet Drive.
Harry was going to be a Seventh year, and it was to be his final year at Hogwarts before heading of to Auror training with Ron. Hermione, to the surprise of everyone, still hadn't decided on what she wanted to be. She explained that it was because she had so many options and just couldn't choose, but Harry knew otherwise. She wanted to become a teacher, but all the Professors, besides Snape who didn't comment at all, wanted her to go ahead after college and research.
Harry sighed at the though of leaving Hogwarts, which felt like home to him by now. He was even going to miss Snape, in a weird sort of way. It was always amusing to get on Snape's nerves, just at the fact that he was a Gryffindor, and son of James Potter.
"I just hope I can do what everyone wants me to do." He whispered to himself.
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Jessica-Black: thanx for being the first to review... here's more! :-)
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Harry Potter woke up, clutching his scar on his forehead. He felt he was covered in a cold sweat, and got up to head for the bathroom to wash up.
He slowly opened the door, heading towards the bathroom as quietly as possible without using a silencing charm. The dream kept running through his head, and Harry was beginning to get frustrated that he didn't know this 'Prophesy' that Voldemort was speaking of. And who was at Hogwarts, that Voldemort would think worthy of being his queen? Must be a Slytherin… Pansy Parkinson perhaps? He snorted at the thought, and stopped in his tracks as Dudley snored.
He turned the water on, splashing his face with a handful of icy cold water from the tap. Harry looked up at his reflection in the mirror, and asked himself, "Why does Voldemort have to bug me all the time? Why won't he just die?" When the mirror didn't respond, Harry sighed and toweled his face dry. What had he expected, to have a full-length conversation with his reflection? This wasn't the Wizard world, after all, where the mirrors talk to you, or even make fun of you.
Trying, and failing, at sleep many times, Harry decided to write to Professor Dumbledore about his recent discoveries. He was the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and should know that Voldemort expected one of the students as his Queen.
Harry explained in the letter the conversation he had witnessed between Wormtail and Voldemort. He purposely stopped himself from writing down the fact that he wished he could cause that pain upon the fat rat of a traitor. He signed off the letter, and looked out the window.
"Hedwig!" Harry whispered loudly. "I have a letter for you to deliver!"
The white owl looked up from he prey in the bushes, and flied up to the window. She stuck her leg out importantly for Harry to tie the letter on.
"Bring this to Professor Dumbledore, please." Harry told her, handing her an owl treat.
She hooted, and flew off towards the school, where Harry was to be heading within a day, as it was about 5 in the morning at Number Four Privet Drive.
Harry was going to be a Seventh year, and it was to be his final year at Hogwarts before heading of to Auror training with Ron. Hermione, to the surprise of everyone, still hadn't decided on what she wanted to be. She explained that it was because she had so many options and just couldn't choose, but Harry knew otherwise. She wanted to become a teacher, but all the Professors, besides Snape who didn't comment at all, wanted her to go ahead after college and research.
Harry sighed at the though of leaving Hogwarts, which felt like home to him by now. He was even going to miss Snape, in a weird sort of way. It was always amusing to get on Snape's nerves, just at the fact that he was a Gryffindor, and son of James Potter.
"I just hope I can do what everyone wants me to do." He whispered to himself.