-x- A/N -x- This is my first fanfic that I actually went through with, so take it easy on me. :-P I've written other stuff but this one is coming along. Please review and leave suggestions and such. Thanks! -x-
-x- Disclaimer -x- I do not own Harry Potter and/or the plot, characters, etc. It belongs to Jk Rowling and only Jk Rowling. -x-
-x- Chapter One -x- Just a Dream -x-
"You will not escape me this time Harry Potter! Countless times you have been within my grasp. You have not yet failed to slip right through my fingers. But this time, I will not fail. You will reach the same sticky end as your parents!"
The wicked, evil face of Lord Voldemort was grinning evilly, full of anger and jelousy. He raised his wand, ready to strike. Harry Potter was helpless... deserted by his friends, family and now he was in the hands of Voldemort, the most feared wizard of all time. Voldemort, with his wand raised and ready, pointed his wand straight at him.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!---"
There was a flash of red light, and a horrifying scream...
Harry Potter woke up screaming, drenched in sweat and breathing as though he had just ran a marathon. He immediately clapped a trembling hand to his forehead. His scar was burning white-hot like never before. He was still panting hard, shaking his head as to shake off the sting of his still-burning scar. He had another nightmare; The first one for a while. A million thoughts ran through his head, and most of them were terrible thoughts.
"It was just a dream... just a dream." He spoke this aloud to himself, rubbing his burning scar. His heart raced for a second. He ran over to the door, trying to be as quiet as possible and pressed his ear against the door. Luckily, there was no movement whatsoever in the hallway or coming from the Dursley's bedroom. How come the Dursley's didn't hear him scream? He thought.
He suddenly grabbed a peice of parchment, ink, and his quill. He sat on his bed, dipped his quill into the bottle of ink, and just before he started putting even a drop of ink onto the parchment, he froze, while his heart gave a terrible jolt. He despicably threw everything he was holding off of him and onto the floor, some of the ink spilling onto the peice of parchment, but mostly on the carpet. He buried his face into his hands and threw himself backwards onto his mattress.
How could he have been so stupid? He thought, groaning miserably. Of course, he was about to write a letter to Sirius. Now, with a very strong feeling of stupidity, want and guilt, Harry did not feel like doing anything at the moment, let alone think about Sirius. He suddenly sat upright, making a movement to get up to write a letter to Lupin, maybe. But, he sighed and fell back into his bed again. There was no use in bothering them with a silly, little dream, was there? He gazed at his clock to the right of his bed. 12:00. Harry groaned. There was no way he would be able to fall asleep. For the rest of the night, he laid there, staring blankly at his ceiling. Finally, after many confused, guilty thoughts, he finally fell asleep.
When Harry woke up the next morning, birds were chirping and the sun was shining... at five o'clock in the morning. He tossed a coin to the owl sitting near his windowsill with the Daily Prophet. He grabbed the paper and, since he was wide awake now, decided to take a look at it. There was not much of great interest to him in there; he did find one article though.
When Harry woke up the next morning, birds were chirping and the sun was shining... at five o'clock in the morning. He tossed a coin to the owl sitting near his windowsill with the Daily Prophet. He grabbed the paper and, since he was wide awake now, decided to take a look at it. There was not much of great interest to him in there; Lead Singer of Popular Band "The Hobgoblins" Disappears did not appeal to him. Harry did find one article though.
"Breakout of Newly-Caught Prisoners"
As you should know if you've been reading the Daily Prophet regularly, one night not too long ago, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and his group of Death Eaters gained entry into the Ministry of Magic. At the time, we didn't know much about what happened that night; Hogwarts Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, who was at the scene was unavailable for comment. At any rate, we finally had that chat and can be seen on page 9. As you may have read from an earlier issue of the Daily Prophet, eleven of Lord--- Thingy's faithful Death Eaters were caught and thrown into Azkaban. However, the dementors who guard Azkaban prison have, unfortunately, left our side and have gone to join--- Him. As a result, those Death Eater's browke out earlier this year. The night they were found inside the Ministry of Magic, Rabastan and Rodolphus Lestrange, Antonin Dolohov, Agustus Rookwood, Lucious Malfoy, Avery, Crabbe, Jugson, Macnair, Mulciber and Nott were imprisoned in Azkaban- for many of them, for a multiple time- have, indeed, escaped two nights ago, due to our Dementor problem. We are, and have been, working on replacements at this moment. "It was only a matter of time. All we can advise is that all are careful and vigilant....."
Harry saw this coming. "The dementors have left Azkaban. Dad and the others'll be out in no time...." Yes, Harry expected this; it did not come as a surprise. He spent most of the morning in his room doing homework and reading to see what other rubbish was in there.
"What's that Stubby Boardman guy doing in the Daily Prophet?" he said skimming an article about the disappeared singer without care. He laughed. Hah, he wouldn't have thought that a topic from The Quibble would turn up in The Prophet. Before he could think any more on the subject, there was a light tap on his door. The Dursley's have indeed heeded Moody's, Mr. Weasley's and Lupin's warning. They seemed so scared of this and he laughed at the thought.
"If you want to eat breakfast, it's ready." said his aunt. Her voice might not have shown it, but she was trying hard to be nice.
Harry took his time getting dressed and then made his way into the kitchen. They were pretty much done eating, which was what Harry was aiming for. Not as if they wouldn't treat him like he didn't exist anyways. He finished rather quickly and made towards the door. As he reached it, he looked back at the Dursley's to see if they were going to say anything to him about leaving, but sure enough, they didn't notice.
He strolled down Privit Drive and Down Magnolia Road mindlessly. He made his way to the swings and sat down on the very same swing he sat on last year. Just then, something was running across the lawn. Harry saw it. What is that? Wait? Oh no... It was a stray. A beautiful, black dog traipsed nearby him. Harry watched it until it disappeared within some bushes. It could not be. How could it? Why did it---
A great flow of guilt went through him. Urgh! He did not want to think of Si... him right now. But he couldn't keep back the thoughts that he was re-living. He could hear Hermione's terrified voice ringing through his ears.
"...He took Ginny down into the Chamber of Sevrets to lure you there, it's the kind of thing he does...What if your dream- was just that, a dream..?"
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