This is my own story, but the charactors (most) don't belong
to me, but to J.K. Rowling.
James is alive in this story. You will see that when you read it. Sirius is alive as well. The 3rd book obviously never happened if James had been alive Harry's whole life. So, the 4th book (j.k.'s) was actually now Harry's 3rd year.
And so it begins....
Harry Potter stood in the darkness of a cell deep under ground. Sweat poured from his brow and down the side of his face, he was nervous. He was only just turning 14 years old and he stood, captured by Voldemort yet again.
"Ready to die Potter? Because I am more than ready to kill you," Voldemort sneered.
Harry jumped in his skin. Voldemort had appeared out of nowhere.
"No! I will not die!" Harry shouted.
Voldemort laughed, making Harry's body shiver. The hairs on the back of Harry's neck stood on end.
"Stupid how you can predict such a story," Voldemort said, his read eyes blazing and his wand outstretched towards Harry.
"I don't care about you and your patheticness! You are a basterd that picks on people of less power then yourself. You are the stupid one!" Harry said, it sounded dumb after he heard it out loud.
Voldemort only smiled at him. Suddenly there was a breeze in the small, square cell and Lily Potter appeared. Her body was bloody and her clothes ripped in areas.
Voldemort flicked his wand and Lily Potter started screaming.
"Leave her alone!" Harry shouted.
"Hit a soft spot did I?" Voldemort asked.
"AH! LEAVE HER! LEAVE HER BE!" Harry screamed, thrashing.
"Harry! HARRY! WAKE UP!"
Harry's eyes flew open at once, the light flooding them nearly making him go blind.
"Harry!"
Harry sat strait up in his bed, panting. His father sat next to him, rubbing Harry's back in a circle motion.
"Are you okay?" James asked.
Harry looked up at James. His eyes glistened with wet tears. There was no way he could hide it. He had had another dream. Another nightmare about his mother being tortured by Voldemort. He had started these nightmares after the 3rd task. Every other night it was Lily, then it was Cedric.
"Come here," James said, pulling Harry close to him.
Harry fell into his dad and put his face in his shirt, sucking in the warmth and trying to get himself to calm down.
When he pulled away James was staring at him.
"What do you dream about?" He asked Harry seriously.
"I-I..." Harry started but he couldn't talk anymore if he hoped to calm down any.
"What is it?" James asked kindly, giving Harry an encouraging smile.
"It's n-nothing. N-Nothing, D-Dad," Harry stuttered, using his one finger to play with his sheet.
"Okay, let's just talk about this some other time. You need to get some decent sleep. Here, I brought you this," James said, pulling out the dreamless sleep potion.
Harry nodded without saying a word.
"Will you stay?" Harry whispered.
"What?" James asked, not able to hear what Harry had said.
"Will you stay until I fall asleep?" Harry asked, a bit louder.
"Sure." James said.
Harry laid back, his face flushing with embarrassment. He was acting like a baby, but he couldn't help it.
James is alive in this story. You will see that when you read it. Sirius is alive as well. The 3rd book obviously never happened if James had been alive Harry's whole life. So, the 4th book (j.k.'s) was actually now Harry's 3rd year.
And so it begins....
Harry Potter stood in the darkness of a cell deep under ground. Sweat poured from his brow and down the side of his face, he was nervous. He was only just turning 14 years old and he stood, captured by Voldemort yet again.
"Ready to die Potter? Because I am more than ready to kill you," Voldemort sneered.
Harry jumped in his skin. Voldemort had appeared out of nowhere.
"No! I will not die!" Harry shouted.
Voldemort laughed, making Harry's body shiver. The hairs on the back of Harry's neck stood on end.
"Stupid how you can predict such a story," Voldemort said, his read eyes blazing and his wand outstretched towards Harry.
"I don't care about you and your patheticness! You are a basterd that picks on people of less power then yourself. You are the stupid one!" Harry said, it sounded dumb after he heard it out loud.
Voldemort only smiled at him. Suddenly there was a breeze in the small, square cell and Lily Potter appeared. Her body was bloody and her clothes ripped in areas.
Voldemort flicked his wand and Lily Potter started screaming.
"Leave her alone!" Harry shouted.
"Hit a soft spot did I?" Voldemort asked.
"AH! LEAVE HER! LEAVE HER BE!" Harry screamed, thrashing.
"Harry! HARRY! WAKE UP!"
Harry's eyes flew open at once, the light flooding them nearly making him go blind.
"Harry!"
Harry sat strait up in his bed, panting. His father sat next to him, rubbing Harry's back in a circle motion.
"Are you okay?" James asked.
Harry looked up at James. His eyes glistened with wet tears. There was no way he could hide it. He had had another dream. Another nightmare about his mother being tortured by Voldemort. He had started these nightmares after the 3rd task. Every other night it was Lily, then it was Cedric.
"Come here," James said, pulling Harry close to him.
Harry fell into his dad and put his face in his shirt, sucking in the warmth and trying to get himself to calm down.
When he pulled away James was staring at him.
"What do you dream about?" He asked Harry seriously.
"I-I..." Harry started but he couldn't talk anymore if he hoped to calm down any.
"What is it?" James asked kindly, giving Harry an encouraging smile.
"It's n-nothing. N-Nothing, D-Dad," Harry stuttered, using his one finger to play with his sheet.
"Okay, let's just talk about this some other time. You need to get some decent sleep. Here, I brought you this," James said, pulling out the dreamless sleep potion.
Harry nodded without saying a word.
"Will you stay?" Harry whispered.
"What?" James asked, not able to hear what Harry had said.
"Will you stay until I fall asleep?" Harry asked, a bit louder.
"Sure." James said.
Harry laid back, his face flushing with embarrassment. He was acting like a baby, but he couldn't help it.