Chapter 6 – Alone in dreamland
Harry and Hermione embraced, tears falling down Hermione's face. "Where's Ron? Why isn't he here?" she repeated as some kind of mantra. "I know sighed Harry hugging Hermione closer, it was then their bodies started to change and James and Lily where back. "Ugh, get the fuck off me" screamed Lily. "Well, you heard him, I guess we had better go." The couple started off down the corridor, each of the 4 individuals totally wrapped up in their own thoughts. It wasn't until James was wrapped up in bed he attempted to speak to Harry "erm, Harry, Seeing we are sharing a body and everything I was just wondering who are you? Well, I know your name and date of birth but that's about it, and is it true about You-know-who" James enquired. "Yeah, it's all true, but I don't want to get into details. Some of it might change time and some is painful. As to who I am I'm a fifth year Griffindor at Hogworts in 1997 and as you heard I'm an orphan. I didn't even know about being a wizard until I was 11 because I was brought up with my aunt and uncle and they hate magic. My parents came here but I don't remember them, they died when I was one. I play seeker on the quidditch team since first year " Harry finished. What do you tell your parents without letting on you're their son and they are dead? "You're a seeker then? Shame we are on time-share otherwise you should have tried out, I'm a chaser and I got a Comet 260, it's the fastest broom they have, it's fantastic" It was obvious with the passion in his voice that James loved quidditch, it was plain for Harry to see this is where he probably got his love of the sport form, albeit subconsciously. The conversation continued, James describing his greatest moments and the moment he won the house cup last year and Harry joined in talking about his Firebolt and the moves and skills he could perform, this went on late into the night until both boys were sleepy. Eventually the pair called it a night, "Well, anyways Harry, I'm shattered and we have a full day tomorrow. So I'll speak to you in the morning. Night Harry" "Night James" Harry replied.
The room was dark; the only item in it appeared to be a large chair in which a man was sitting draped in a dark cloak, his slit nostrils barley visible in the flame of a single candle but his red eyes shining viciously - Voldemort "I hear the great Harry Potter is in a coma, is this true?" stated and sinister hissing voice. "Yes, he and his friends had a mishap, a rogue potion an they are now in St Mungo's" a second man emerged from the shadows "Well you know what to do Wormtail, he has escaped me too many times before, bring him here so I can kill him, I want to duel the boy credited with my initial downfall, and as a reminder of what will face you if you don't succeed Wormtail Crucio!"
In his warm bed in Hogwarts Harry Potter immediately sat bolt upright clutching his scar in his hand swearing loudly. He heard screaming in his head, remembering the night before it dawned on Harry that his father had probably become recessive again and had to experience the dream and the scar pains. "What the fuck was that?" came the inevitable question. Harry stumbled out of the bed and went to the bathroom, looking in the mirror he splashed his face with cold water and started to calm down. So, Voldemort was trying to kill him again, nothing new there. He just had to get back to his own time in order to prevent it. He looked in the mirror again but this time the voice in his head said something "Oh my god, you really are a Potter" Shit! That's all he needed, how could he have been so stupid, he said he was from the future and everyone always comments on the father-son resemblance. Pushing this fresh complication to the back of his mind Harry decided it would be prudent to tell Dumbledore of the latest development first thing. Glancing at his watch Harry realised it was 6am, early but reasonable.
Harry and Hermione embraced, tears falling down Hermione's face. "Where's Ron? Why isn't he here?" she repeated as some kind of mantra. "I know sighed Harry hugging Hermione closer, it was then their bodies started to change and James and Lily where back. "Ugh, get the fuck off me" screamed Lily. "Well, you heard him, I guess we had better go." The couple started off down the corridor, each of the 4 individuals totally wrapped up in their own thoughts. It wasn't until James was wrapped up in bed he attempted to speak to Harry "erm, Harry, Seeing we are sharing a body and everything I was just wondering who are you? Well, I know your name and date of birth but that's about it, and is it true about You-know-who" James enquired. "Yeah, it's all true, but I don't want to get into details. Some of it might change time and some is painful. As to who I am I'm a fifth year Griffindor at Hogworts in 1997 and as you heard I'm an orphan. I didn't even know about being a wizard until I was 11 because I was brought up with my aunt and uncle and they hate magic. My parents came here but I don't remember them, they died when I was one. I play seeker on the quidditch team since first year " Harry finished. What do you tell your parents without letting on you're their son and they are dead? "You're a seeker then? Shame we are on time-share otherwise you should have tried out, I'm a chaser and I got a Comet 260, it's the fastest broom they have, it's fantastic" It was obvious with the passion in his voice that James loved quidditch, it was plain for Harry to see this is where he probably got his love of the sport form, albeit subconsciously. The conversation continued, James describing his greatest moments and the moment he won the house cup last year and Harry joined in talking about his Firebolt and the moves and skills he could perform, this went on late into the night until both boys were sleepy. Eventually the pair called it a night, "Well, anyways Harry, I'm shattered and we have a full day tomorrow. So I'll speak to you in the morning. Night Harry" "Night James" Harry replied.
The room was dark; the only item in it appeared to be a large chair in which a man was sitting draped in a dark cloak, his slit nostrils barley visible in the flame of a single candle but his red eyes shining viciously - Voldemort "I hear the great Harry Potter is in a coma, is this true?" stated and sinister hissing voice. "Yes, he and his friends had a mishap, a rogue potion an they are now in St Mungo's" a second man emerged from the shadows "Well you know what to do Wormtail, he has escaped me too many times before, bring him here so I can kill him, I want to duel the boy credited with my initial downfall, and as a reminder of what will face you if you don't succeed Wormtail Crucio!"
In his warm bed in Hogwarts Harry Potter immediately sat bolt upright clutching his scar in his hand swearing loudly. He heard screaming in his head, remembering the night before it dawned on Harry that his father had probably become recessive again and had to experience the dream and the scar pains. "What the fuck was that?" came the inevitable question. Harry stumbled out of the bed and went to the bathroom, looking in the mirror he splashed his face with cold water and started to calm down. So, Voldemort was trying to kill him again, nothing new there. He just had to get back to his own time in order to prevent it. He looked in the mirror again but this time the voice in his head said something "Oh my god, you really are a Potter" Shit! That's all he needed, how could he have been so stupid, he said he was from the future and everyone always comments on the father-son resemblance. Pushing this fresh complication to the back of his mind Harry decided it would be prudent to tell Dumbledore of the latest development first thing. Glancing at his watch Harry realised it was 6am, early but reasonable.