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Harry Potter and the Secret of MalfoyChapter3
By
Bubblebears
Harry began to stir after the warmth that had held him all night disappeared. As he moved the most pleasant thoughts ran through his mind, 'Um...this bed is so soft, it feels like silk. I never thought the Dursleys had enough money or taste to buy such good material.' Three seconds after thinking that thought Harry mind went on high alert, 'Wait a minute ...Dursleys...silk... a proper bed ... What!'
Harry frowned in his half a sleep state, then his eyes shot open; he was now wide aware. Automatically, Harry reached out for his glasses and his wand, to his dismay he found neither. After blinking several times, it sudden dawn on Harry that he could see perfectly; he no longer needed his glasses. Looking around in wonder, Harry pondered the fact that it seemed that over night his vision had corrected itself leaving him with prefect eyesight. No matter how happy this miracle made Harry, he refused to celebrate yet; he was not where he was suppose to be, thus he anxiously continued the search for his wand.
'Where is it? I had it with me last night.' Harry got out of bed and started pulling the bedding, shaking out each piece. This turned up nothing so he looked under the bed, then he turned and began to search the remainder of the room. Seeing as he was most likely in a hostile environment he knew that he would need his wand to defend himself. As Harry stood he focused on the room he was in and gasped, the sight before him was amazing, he was in the most luxurious bed chamber he had ever seen despite, the fact that it was decorated in Slytherin colors. The search for his wand was temporarily forgotten as Harry really studied his surroundings.
The room was very large and spacious; the first thing Harry noticed was that the chamber had two doors. He was willing to bet that the door located at the far end of the bed near to the large dark cherry wood armoire lead to the in chamber bathroom. While the larger door opposite the bed and to his left side was the door that lead out of room. Thinking out loud, "I bet the damn thing is locked." Not stopping to check, Harry continued to look what he assumed was his prison. Located to his right, was a large window that covered with a creamy white satin curtain. These curtains were so thick that despite their color they prevented the light from outside from pouring into the room.
On the floor, which was made with stones, were strategically placed sliver with green flecks in them plush rugs. Covering the walls were tapestries and paintings that depicted scenes from times of old. Unable to take it all in, Harry unthinkingly sat on the bed that dominated the center of the room. After a moment Harry looked at the bed, it was a comfortable King size bed, covered with dark green almost black silk sheets.
Shaking his head Harry asked himself, 'Am I still dreaming or did the Dursleys totally loose their minds, move houses forget their hatred of me, and then decide to give me this cool bedroom. And if this is what mines looks like then what does the rest of the house look like.' After reflecting on the possibility Harry dryly laughed and said, "No, I don't think so. Even if they truly did lose their mind, they still wouldn't give me this expensive room. So I have two choices left, either I am still sleeping and this room is just a manifestation of my deepest wish or I have been captured and I am about to die. If I had to chose I would say that I am still sleeping and any minute I will wake up in Dudley's second bedroom." Harry's thoughts turned dark and bitter as they usually did when he remembered his relatives and how they treated him. Harry sighed softly, there was no use looking for his wand or trying to escape, either he would wake up or his captors would come for him. Giving up Harry proceeded to lie down on the bed, and then closed his eyes. Deciding to test one of his theories Harry began to yell mentally to himself. 'Wake up sleepyhead. 'WWWAAAKKKKEEEEEEE UUUPPPPPP!' After screaming wake up mentally in his head for few minutes, Harry slowly opened his eyes again. The first thought that he had was,
'I still feel like I am on silk bed sheets.' Harry slowly rose up until he was in a sitting position and when he looked around the room, he found that he was once again in the same room.'
Taking a deep breath to keep his panic at bay, Harry could only think one thing, 'Shit! Shit! I am still in this magnificent bedchamber; the room looks and feels real. I'm absolutely positive that I'm already awake. So that means...' Harry couldn't help it and he began to panic and his eyes once again anxiously skimmed over the room. Harry's breath became quicker; fast shallow breaths. Knowing that this would not help his situation, Harry began to chant, "Calm down! Inhale. Exhale." Harry took deep breaths, held them for a count of ten then slowly released them. After a while he succeeded in getting himself under control. Soon Harry's thoughts turned to his third option and he really considered it.
"First, last night I remember going into my room at the Dursleys. Second, this room absolutely not the room I entered last night at the Dursleys. And I have no memories of this room or how I got here. That means that I have no idea where I am or who brought me here.' As Harry came to this conclusion he felt another panic attack begin again, but before he could even try to clam himself; Harry felt a warm sensation slowly fill his heart, leaving him feeling like someone was protecting or shielding him from the panic.
Harry's instincts told him not to worry about the warmth, that it meant him no harm; all of a sudden he knew that it was there to protect him. After a moment Harry gave in and relaxed. Harry always trusted in his instincts, he had been into to many life and death situations not to. His instincts were key to his survival. And right now they were telling him to think logically, so he decided to try and remember everything he could about before he woke up. 'Um.... Yesterday? What happened yesterday? My birthday! Everything was perfectly normal until I received dad's letter.' A few minutes with no thoughts then, 'Dad's letter!'
Looking around frantically Harry asked, "Where is it? Where is that letter?" Harry tried to find it, begging the fates to let him find the last connection that he had to his parents. But as luck would have it, he was unable to find it. So with tears in his eyes, Harry concentrated on remembering the exact content of the letter.' Dad said that I would receive my true heritage on my sixteenth birthday. He went on to tell me that both mum and him were proud of me. He also warned me that I had a very dangerous uncle that I need to avoid or at least something like that. James also told me that the letter was a portkey, and that it would take me to the one person who his father trusted. Letter ended with his father's last bit of advice for him, "Don't believe what your eyes see but believe what your heart tells you."
After he remembered everything the letter had to say, Harry relaxed. The more he thought about his father's letter the more curious he became about this place and the person that his father trusted enough to send him too. With nothing else left to do, Harry explored the room. However, before he could get very far into his task, the bigger door on his left side suddenly flew open. The first thing Harry thought was that I was right, that door did lead out, but then as his mind started to process the new information he was provided, Harry could only stare with wide eyes at the figure who was now slowly approaching him.
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Somewhere in the wizarding world:
At the same time that Harry woke up. A black hooded figure stood up, looking out it said in a smooth and powerful voice, "Now the fate has begun again."
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