Disclaimer: No matter how many times I modify JKR's memory, she is not convinced I wrote the books. Hah!
A/N: My first official fanfic. Terribly sorry about the shortness! Please review and enjoy!
The Deathly Nightmare
Harry Potter was the boy who lived. Survived a curse that wizards of great talent could not endure. When he was a baby. To this day, he'd have dreams of a high, cold voice- Voldemort about to murder his parents and that ended with a flash of green light. He had only found out he was a wizard six years ago, suffering his whole life with his muggle family. Not only, as Harry hated to remember, had he faced Voldemort once, but four times again. He couldn't expect better from this year, his sixth at Hogwarts.
Harry woke in a cold sweat, livid and tangled in the bed sheets. With a jolt, he realized he was safe and unfortunately, at the Dursley's. In his dream, he had been wandering the Department of Mysteries again. Unlike those dreams of last year, he had gotten past the door and was dueling the death eaters. He had managed to stun Malfoy and the others and now faced Bellatrix Lestrange. Raising his wand, Harry screamed "Avada Kedavera!!!"
With a flash of green light, Bellatrix crumpled to the floor. Everything was in slow motion as Harry saw Sirius take his last step towards the veil. Harry would run and miss Sirius, the veil whipping his face smite-fully. He would never hear Sirius again....