Chapter 2: Padfoot's Warning
A dark room. A small red candle burning at each of the four corners of the room. A dark cloaked man standing in the shadows, muttering. He pulls out something long, thin, and pointy. A wand! Blurriness and coldness. The room is spinning. Then I fall. I fall into the darkness and the shadows. I wait to hit the floor, for it to all be over. I wanted to die. Death would be a joy compared to this. I opened my eyes. Red, I saw in shades of red. People, a crowd widely spread but still squished. Staring up. Up at me and the platform I had just fallen from. Finally, I felt my body hit the cold damp ground. Faze Out. Harry woke. Darkness. He was in a dark room. But there was no red light, no cloaked man in a corner, but yet a green light. Off his alarm clock. He felt around for his glasses. Once he had properly placed them in front of his eyes ( it had taken several attempts to get them on right side up) he turned on his lamp. Harry heard a faint tapping and looked at his window. He pulled the curtain aside to find Sirius's face peering through the glass. Harry jumped back in surprise but swallowed his scream in order to not wake up any of the Dursleys. Then Harry walked over to the window and unlocked it to let Sirius in.
"Hmm, about time, I was beginning to wonder if I would be hovering there all night!" exclaimed Sirius. "What are you doing here?" said Harry, but seeing the stunned look on Sirius's face he said "I mean at this time of night." "Blimley, Harry! That must've been some dream, Today's your birthday!" Sirius pulled a package out of his cloak, and handed it to Harry. "Happy Birthday!" "Thanks!" said Harry unwrapping it. It was a small sack filled with floo powder. "Now, Harry, I also have a warning from the order," Continued Sirius. 'Oh, great I knew there had to be a down side to this.' thought Harry. Just then Sirius tripped over the carpet. He landed on the floor with a huge THUD! "POTTER!!!" roared uncle Vernon. Harry heard his uncle storming down the hallway. "Sirius, get out of here now!" said Harry urgently but quietly. Sirius scrambled out of the window just before uncle Vernon came through the door. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT NOISE, BOY?!" stormed uncle Vernon "I, er, I fell out of bed." lied Harry quickly but convincingly. "Well close the damn window and get back to bed. NOW!" screamed uncle Vernon and then he stormed back down the hall. As Harry crawled back into bed he thought 'that certainly was odd. I wonder what he was trying to warn me about.'
A dark room. A small red candle burning at each of the four corners of the room. A dark cloaked man standing in the shadows, muttering. He pulls out something long, thin, and pointy. A wand! Blurriness and coldness. The room is spinning. Then I fall. I fall into the darkness and the shadows. I wait to hit the floor, for it to all be over. I wanted to die. Death would be a joy compared to this. I opened my eyes. Red, I saw in shades of red. People, a crowd widely spread but still squished. Staring up. Up at me and the platform I had just fallen from. Finally, I felt my body hit the cold damp ground. Faze Out. Harry woke. Darkness. He was in a dark room. But there was no red light, no cloaked man in a corner, but yet a green light. Off his alarm clock. He felt around for his glasses. Once he had properly placed them in front of his eyes ( it had taken several attempts to get them on right side up) he turned on his lamp. Harry heard a faint tapping and looked at his window. He pulled the curtain aside to find Sirius's face peering through the glass. Harry jumped back in surprise but swallowed his scream in order to not wake up any of the Dursleys. Then Harry walked over to the window and unlocked it to let Sirius in.
"Hmm, about time, I was beginning to wonder if I would be hovering there all night!" exclaimed Sirius. "What are you doing here?" said Harry, but seeing the stunned look on Sirius's face he said "I mean at this time of night." "Blimley, Harry! That must've been some dream, Today's your birthday!" Sirius pulled a package out of his cloak, and handed it to Harry. "Happy Birthday!" "Thanks!" said Harry unwrapping it. It was a small sack filled with floo powder. "Now, Harry, I also have a warning from the order," Continued Sirius. 'Oh, great I knew there had to be a down side to this.' thought Harry. Just then Sirius tripped over the carpet. He landed on the floor with a huge THUD! "POTTER!!!" roared uncle Vernon. Harry heard his uncle storming down the hallway. "Sirius, get out of here now!" said Harry urgently but quietly. Sirius scrambled out of the window just before uncle Vernon came through the door. "WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT NOISE, BOY?!" stormed uncle Vernon "I, er, I fell out of bed." lied Harry quickly but convincingly. "Well close the damn window and get back to bed. NOW!" screamed uncle Vernon and then he stormed back down the hall. As Harry crawled back into bed he thought 'that certainly was odd. I wonder what he was trying to warn me about.'