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Harry Potter and the Golden Bell
Chapter 1
The Dream
Harry Potter sat in the Gryffindor Common Room. He was alone that night; Ron and Hermione had both gone home for Christmas. Harry had decided to stay at the school; there was no reason to go back to the Dursley's and suffer through a week of torment from his Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and his very overweight cousin, Dudley. Harry got comfy in front of the fire on the couch and opened a book. He got only a few pages into it when he heard a loud CRACK! from in front of him. He looked up quickly to see what it was. He noticed that a log had fallen out of its place in the fire and went back to his book. It was quiet for a while until he heard a low rumbling sound. It got louder and louder as if it was coming closer. Harry dropped his book, stood up, and looked around. The room started shaking violently and his scar started burning like the last time he was near the Dark Lord, Voldemort. The glass in one of the windows above him on the wall burst into the room and fell on him. Harry scrambled for the stairs to the boys' dormitories. He tripped on the stairs and fell on his stomach. He lay there a while and then picked up his head. He saw a large figure coming through the window. The rumbling slowed down, but his scar was still burning and his heart was in his throat. He couldn't see much as he was blinded by the pain on his forehead and his glasses fell off when he tripped. He squinted at the figure and tried to find out what or who it was. It started coming closer to him breathing loudly. It hovered over him and whispered: "Lord Voldemort has risen again...beware the golden bell...beware, Harry Potter, beware..."
"No, no, no, no, NO!" Harry shook himself awake and sat up in his four poster breathing heavily. He felt a shot of pain surge through his forehead, groaned and laid back down. Ron tore open the curtains with a look of panic on his face.
"What's wrong Harry? Are you allright? You started screaming!" Harry shook his head.
"It was just another dream. Don't worry about it. Go back to sleep, Ron," said Harry, trying to get rid of the image in his mind.
"Are you sure you're allright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Go back to sleep."
"Allright...night, Harry."
"Night, Ron."
Harry Potter and the Golden Bell
Chapter 1
The Dream
Harry Potter sat in the Gryffindor Common Room. He was alone that night; Ron and Hermione had both gone home for Christmas. Harry had decided to stay at the school; there was no reason to go back to the Dursley's and suffer through a week of torment from his Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and his very overweight cousin, Dudley. Harry got comfy in front of the fire on the couch and opened a book. He got only a few pages into it when he heard a loud CRACK! from in front of him. He looked up quickly to see what it was. He noticed that a log had fallen out of its place in the fire and went back to his book. It was quiet for a while until he heard a low rumbling sound. It got louder and louder as if it was coming closer. Harry dropped his book, stood up, and looked around. The room started shaking violently and his scar started burning like the last time he was near the Dark Lord, Voldemort. The glass in one of the windows above him on the wall burst into the room and fell on him. Harry scrambled for the stairs to the boys' dormitories. He tripped on the stairs and fell on his stomach. He lay there a while and then picked up his head. He saw a large figure coming through the window. The rumbling slowed down, but his scar was still burning and his heart was in his throat. He couldn't see much as he was blinded by the pain on his forehead and his glasses fell off when he tripped. He squinted at the figure and tried to find out what or who it was. It started coming closer to him breathing loudly. It hovered over him and whispered: "Lord Voldemort has risen again...beware the golden bell...beware, Harry Potter, beware..."
"No, no, no, no, NO!" Harry shook himself awake and sat up in his four poster breathing heavily. He felt a shot of pain surge through his forehead, groaned and laid back down. Ron tore open the curtains with a look of panic on his face.
"What's wrong Harry? Are you allright? You started screaming!" Harry shook his head.
"It was just another dream. Don't worry about it. Go back to sleep, Ron," said Harry, trying to get rid of the image in his mind.
"Are you sure you're allright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Go back to sleep."
"Allright...night, Harry."
"Night, Ron."