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AN – WOW chapter 10. I'm so impressed with myself lol. Thanx to all those who have been reviewing and to answer one reviewers question Ron and Hermione got on to the subject of guiding lights as she was reading about them and he read it over her shoulder lol as you do. Anyway thanks a million to all of y'all who review my story I really do appreciate it and I'm glad you're enjoying it. Here's chapter 10. In celebration of no more exams lol now all I have 2 dread is my results.

Harry looked around him. Everything was unfamiliar to him. Where was he? He wasn't at the Dursleys or at Hogwarts. In fact he was pretty sure he hadn't been to this place in a very long time. A hint of recognition passed through him. He'd forgotten this place a long time ago. Along with the ghosts of his past.

He sat up and tried to stand but found he couldn't. Was he dead? He didn't feel dead. But then again what did death feel like? He'd never experienced it before so how would he recognise it?

He looked about for Ron and Hermione if he was dead surely they were to. The last thing he remembered was cheering in mid air. Why had he been in mid air? He along with 5 other 6th year Gryffindor students had defeated the Dark Lord. Or Lord Voldemort as he was more commonly known. Their celebrations were short lived however as, as soon as Voldemorts lifeless body had hit the ground they had also been pulled towards it at neck breaking speed. He probably was dead. Now he thought about it.

He began to cry. He didn't want to be dead. He wanted to be alive and back at Hogwarts with his friends playing Quidditch and going to lessons. What did you do when you were dead? He was pretty sure you didn't play Quidditch.

He was crying so much that he didn't hear someone enter the room he was sitting in.

"There, there" came the soft gentle voice that accompanied the person who was now standing over him.

He looked up but before he could get a good look at the person he felt himself being lifted into her arms.

Wait a minute I'm 16 years old and yes I may be skinny but I'm not this bloody light how can she lift me up? Harry was becoming more and more confused

"Shhhhhhhh. Everything's gonna be ok sweetie. I promise"

He felt himself being rocked gently. He felt safe, he felt warm, and he felt loved. Death wasn't so bad after all. She said it would be ok, he believed her.

He felt his eyes getting heavy. Sleep threatened to claim him.

Must stay awake he thought to himself must . . . not sleep . . . find out where . . . I am?

It was useless the gentle swaying and the soothing words were enough to send anyone to sleep. His eyes closed and his breathing softened.

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off –"

Harrys eyes flew open where had he heard those words before?

"How did he find us?" Lily asked her voice quivering with panic

"Peter" James snarled "GO LILY"

Harrys father left the room. That's where he was his bedroom. It was all so familiar now why hadn't he realised sooner. He was in his bedroom in his first house in Godrics Hollow where he had lived with his parents before they had been murdered.

Harry heard the crashing and fumbling from the next room as Voldemort and his father fought.

I don't want to be here he thought to himself I don't want to hear them die

The high pitched laughter that haunted Harrys dreams filled his bedroom as the door flew open.

Lily had placed Harry back in his crib while she had opened the window. Ready to make their escape. She rushed back and stood in front of the cradle shielding him from sight.

Harry couldn't see what was going on but he heard everything.

"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry" he heard his mother pleading for his life to be spared

"Stand aside you silly girl . . . stand aside, now . . . "

Yet still she pleaded to save him. Harry couldn't bear it wasn't it enough that he had to hear his parents death in his nightmares why did he have to witness it as well. He knew he had once before but he was so young then he couldn't remember. Now although he was in his year old body he still had his sixteen-year-old mind. This he would remember.

"Not Harry! Please . . . Have mercy . . . have mercy . . . "

The shrill laughter filled his little bedroom. There was no escaping it. He tried to block it out. He couldn't.

"Not Harry, please no take me kill me instead - " He heard the tears choking his mothers words. He heard Voldemort laugh.

"Not Harry! Not Harry! Please – I'll do anything – "

Harrys eyes were filled with a blinding green light. He heard his mother scream in pain he watched as her body fell to the floor. He began to cry again. He was so angry he didn't want to cry he wanted to kill but in his baby state all he could do was cry.

"There, there" Voldemort said pointing his wand at Harry. He had spoke the same words his mother had but they were far from comforting. He was mocking him. "This wont take long" he smiled

Harry heard the spell leave Voldemorts lips he saw the green light explode from the tip of his wand he felt it touch his skin. He cried out in pain. He heard screaming again. It wasn't his own. He saw the light bounce off his skin and hit back at its caster. Harry closed his eyes this was all too much for him he began to scream.

"Harry"

He was still hearing her voice. Why? He had just watched her die for the second time in his life. Heard it for, well he didn't really know it had been so often, why was he still being tormented. He continued to scream.

"Harry . . . Harry . . . It's time you woke up sweetie. You're just having a nightmare. It's ok. Everything's ok now . . . I promise"

Harry opened his eyes

AN – I told y'all it wasn't over. There is so much more to come. I was gonna add more to this chapter but then I thought of making them separate instead. So yey me lol. Well let me know what y'all thought. Thank you lots.