There I was again. Falling, falling, finally I slammed into the ground.
Blood dripped from my nose and mouth, I felt as if every bone in my body
had been broken. I could feel someone breathing down my neck, but was
unable to move. I layed there, my heart beating so hard I felt it would
jump from my chest at any moment. I slowly lifted my head and looked up at
Voldemort who was hovering over me. Just looking into his face terrified
me. I knew this was the end I closed my eyes tightly..."Harry." I waited.
"HARRY!"
I opened my eyes and looked at my surroundings. I sat up and stared at Chelsie who had a worried look on her face. "Harry? Are you o.k.?" I nodded.
"I just had a bad dream that's all."
"Your nose is bleeding."
I looked down and watched the blood drip from my nose staining the bed sheets. I got up and immediately rushed to the bathroom. I sat in there for what seemed like hours, trying my best to get it to stop. Finally it subsided. I threw the blood stained clothe into the trash and stared into the mirror. "What's happening to me?" I whispered to myself as I washed my hands and headed back to sleep.
I walked into the room and saw Chelsie sitting by the window. "What did you dream about?"
"Nothing inparticular."
"You fell didn't you?"
Was I hearing right? "How did you know?"
"Because I watched you. I tried to catch you, but he wouldn't let me. I saw you hit the ground. When I saw what he was going to do to you I yelled out your name because I wanted to wake you up before he killed you."
"Who wouldn't let you catch me?"
She stared me in the eyes. "Voldemort."
"Good gracious child!" Mrs. Weasley stood in the doorway clasping her hand over her heart. "Never say that name in front of me. Alright that's enough. Come on you two it's time to go."
"Where are we going?"
"Don't worry about it Harry. I'm going with you. You'll be safe and sound in no time."
"That's not what I asked."
"Don't you use that tone with me. Now come on hurry up. Your breakfast is getting cold."
I was getting tired of this secrecy crap. I wanted to know everything, but everytime I tried to find something out, they'd always cover it up by changing the subject or telling me not to worry. I was ready to speak up and that's exactly what I was going to do. I got dressed, and headed downstairs, ready to confront, The Order of the Phoenix.
[2 Be Continued...]
I opened my eyes and looked at my surroundings. I sat up and stared at Chelsie who had a worried look on her face. "Harry? Are you o.k.?" I nodded.
"I just had a bad dream that's all."
"Your nose is bleeding."
I looked down and watched the blood drip from my nose staining the bed sheets. I got up and immediately rushed to the bathroom. I sat in there for what seemed like hours, trying my best to get it to stop. Finally it subsided. I threw the blood stained clothe into the trash and stared into the mirror. "What's happening to me?" I whispered to myself as I washed my hands and headed back to sleep.
I walked into the room and saw Chelsie sitting by the window. "What did you dream about?"
"Nothing inparticular."
"You fell didn't you?"
Was I hearing right? "How did you know?"
"Because I watched you. I tried to catch you, but he wouldn't let me. I saw you hit the ground. When I saw what he was going to do to you I yelled out your name because I wanted to wake you up before he killed you."
"Who wouldn't let you catch me?"
She stared me in the eyes. "Voldemort."
"Good gracious child!" Mrs. Weasley stood in the doorway clasping her hand over her heart. "Never say that name in front of me. Alright that's enough. Come on you two it's time to go."
"Where are we going?"
"Don't worry about it Harry. I'm going with you. You'll be safe and sound in no time."
"That's not what I asked."
"Don't you use that tone with me. Now come on hurry up. Your breakfast is getting cold."
I was getting tired of this secrecy crap. I wanted to know everything, but everytime I tried to find something out, they'd always cover it up by changing the subject or telling me not to worry. I was ready to speak up and that's exactly what I was going to do. I got dressed, and headed downstairs, ready to confront, The Order of the Phoenix.
[2 Be Continued...]