Disclaimer: Again, the characters are not mine... they all belong to Jo.
Rubbing his neck, Harry rose his aching head and looked around his room. He was extremely taken back to find sunshine pouring into his window. It was morning… when did he fall asleep last night? He couldn't recall…And Merlin, he felt terrible this morning. Not only did he have a stiff neck, due to the odd position he slept in last night, but his head was pounding. But Harry learned to live with the pulsing pain in his scar. Now that Voldemort was becoming active, as he learned from Hermione, he expected it to cause him continuous agony.
Not that realizing this made him feel less pain.
It was when he stood up to stretch that he realized an aching pain in his right hand. Looking down, he was surprised to find dried blood over the hem of his sleeve, ending somewhere around his elbow. A few splinters stuck out of his hand.
Great, Harry thought to himself, flexing his aching hand and wincing. Knowing he would be stupid to let his cut unattended, he forced himself out of his desk chair and made his way out into the hallway. He would have to clean this out, with the use of Muggle antibiotics.
As he walked toward the bathroom, he could feel the faint movement downstairs, occasionally hearing the voices of his Aunt, Uncle and cousin. Harry wasn't surprised. They hardly bothered with him anymore, ever since Moody, Tonks, Mr. Weasley and Remus threatened them two weeks ago. They were completely satisfied, maybe even thrilled, that Harry was keeping to his room throughout the day and night. It was just one less thing for them to worry about.
Locking the door behind him, Harry gently pricked out the splinters in his hand as he reached the sink, wincing as new blood made the way to the surface of his hand. This was going to leave a scar, he realized. Soon enough, he would be looking like Moody's twin, he thought with a dry chuckle. Not only did he have a scar on his forehead, but he also gained a hefty scar from his 4th year encounter with Wormtail, when he pierced his arm to resurrect Voldemort. Now there would surely be a scar on his right hand, along with the other various small scars from his adventures with things like the Whomping Willow and Grawp. He even gained a scar from his fourth year encounter with the Spider during the Twiwizarding Tournament.
As his thoughts lingered on his scars, Harry was given a rude awakening as his scar burst out with pain.
Holding himself up with the sink, Harry's eyes filled with tears as he bit his tongue, preventing himself from screaming. Let the pain pass… oh god, please let it pass…
It was then that he saw the images come to his mind.
I t was a couple he once saw before… they were holding on to each other. Their eyes… they were looking up at him, scared… terrified…
"NO!" the man cried out, as Harry watched a hand that was not his rise, pointing his wand toward the couple.
"Please," the man cried out, "Don't hurt her… take me instead, I beg you…"
After about five seconds of watching the episode, Harry's image was blurred by a bright, green flash of light. And when he opened his eyes again, he was looking at himself through his bathroom mirror. His skin was white, cold sweat trickling down his forehead… his green eyes wide and terrified…
"No…" he whispered, staring into the eyes of the mirror, which he just realized were growing faintly red. "NO!" he screamed.
Throwing himself up, he opened the bathroom door and sprinted to his room, ignoring his Uncle yelling out his name, evidently hearing Harry's momentary scream. But Harry didn't care… he had to save them. They were going to be killed…
"HEDWIG!" he screamed as he entered his room, writing down a few words on a piece of parchment. His snow white owl awoke abruptly from her slumber and immediately took flight toward him. Normally, his owl would have pecked him to death for how rough he was being, but the owl seemed to understand his urgency. "Get this to Dumbledore! You must find him… GET THIS TO HIM AS QUICK AS YOU CAN! Do you understand!?"
With something that looked suspiciously like a nod, Hedwig was out of his window and flying into the morning light before Harry could say another word.
Harry then began to pace his room madly, his scar pounding with agonizing pain. This couldn't be happening… no. Not again… don't let them die. Please, don't let them die…
If what he saw really happened… if what he saw was real…
The Grangers were dead.
Harry didn't realize, through his suffering, that Dumbledore's unnoticed letter was now growing faintly red.
Next chapter will be up momentarily. I do hope you enjoyed!