'Thoughts'
Chap. 2 Unsettling Feelings
In a small room, one that would be better suited as a prison stood a young male. To look at him, one would think he was perhaps fourteen years of age. In truth, he was seventeen years of age, and he was also a wizard. He was not very tall, and he was fairly thin. His ragged black hair tended to stick in every direction, while his piercing emerald green eyes seemed to belong to a man more than twice his age. He had seen things that would terrify the bravest man, and somehow he had survived.
Harry Potter stood by the bedroom window looking out at the darkened sky. Looking at the night sky helped him think, and after the events of last year, he had a lot of things to think on. Despite his attempts to keep his friends safe, he had caused them to be in a very dangerous situation. In fact, just over a year ago, he had unintentionally caused his godfathers death.
'If only I hadn't been so stubborn, Sirius might still be alive. I know that I am capable of putting aside my hate for Snape. I should have never looked in his pensieve, and I should have realized that my father was not perfect. I guess I ignored that because I wanted believe that he was better than everyone else. I forgot that he was only human.'
He sighed, and moved forward to sit in a rickety chair that was in front of the window. Looking up at a cloudy sky, he let his tears fall.
'Why did you leave me? Sirius I need you. What do I do now? I'm so sorry.'
He lowered his head as his body was racked with silent sobs. In the darkness he mourned the loss of the person who had been like a father to him. Slowly his sobs subsided, and the tremors that were racking his body slowed. He once again lifted his tear stained face to the skies. At that moment the clouds began to clear, and as he looked upon the appearing moon he made a decision that would change his life.
"I won't fail you! I will do anything necessary to defeat Voldemort." He paused and smirked, "Even if that means getting along with Malfoy. Well maybe I should say I'll behave myself in Malfoy's presence. I better make sure that they don't catch me pulling pranks on him. Sirius, I promise I'll pull some pranks on him."
He smiled as he moved to his bed. With a soft sigh and a whispered good night to Sirius, he let himself drift off to sleep.
Harry's Dream
All he could see was swirling white mist. Harry took a step forward, and then another. In the blink of an eye, the mist vanished and he was in a grassy meadow. Flowers were spread across the landscape, and added a quiet tranquility to the scene. A large tree, which suspiciously resembled the Whomping Willow, was situated in the distance. As it was the only noticeable landmark in sight, Harry began to move towards it. Since it was a dream, he quickly drew near to the tree. Being a bit cautious since he did not want to provoke it, just in case it was a Whomping Willow, he edged around the tree coming to an abrupt stop on the opposite side.
The sight which greeted his eyes was only possible in a dream. There, at the bottom of a slight slope, rested a sparkling lake. More important to him, was what he saw beside the lake. There spread out across a green lawn, in front of a great castle, was a large picnic. People were everywhere, children splashing in the lake, and adults relaxing on blankets that showed the house colors and crests of Hogwarts. In the middle of the group were three people who made him start running towards everyone.
"Mom, Dad, and Sirius you're all here. I'm so glad to see you guys." He skid to a stop upon reaching them, and gasped for breath. "What are you doing here? What's going on?"
They did not answer him. Startled he looked around, starting to notice strange things happening everywhere. It was almost as if everyone had gone insane. He was certain he saw Snape grabbing Hermione's rear end, Ron hugging Malfoy, and even Fred and George snogging each other. What was going on? As he opened his mouth to speak, his surroundings started to become blurry and then…
He woke up with his heart racing and sick to his stomach. He looked over at the clock as his breathing slowed. Hedwig hooted softly, catching his attention. He shifted his gaze to her and softly spoke.
"I have a really bad feeling about this."
He shook his head, grabbed some paper, a pen, and started to write.
Professor Dumbledore;
Something strange has happened…
A.N: I am doing my best to use a writing style similar to Miss. Rowlings. I am not a professional writer so you will probably notice many differences. The things I mention in relation to the past books are accurate as I have all five sitting in front of me and I am constantly referring to them. I hope to have the humor actively starting by chapter ten. Thank you for reading.