Author's Note: Ello, Thank You for the reviews. Jesse
Harry was once again standing in a dark, cold, dimly lit room. He once again heard the clang of chains and faint, raspy, breathing coming from a shadowy corner. He could small the blood and waste. He could almost feel the pain and fear. Harry knew what was coming even thou he didn't want to see it. The blood, the screams, the pain filled look in those familiar hazel eyes. He didn't know why and he didn't know where or even when but there was something familiar about those hazel eyes that Harry couldn't put his finger on, but there was something. Harry watched as Voldemort came into the room smirking. Something was different this time Harry could feel it, but he didn't know what was different and that sacred him. It was then that Harry saw it the figure wasn't just a shadowy figure anymore for it was glowing gold and Harry saw that the figure was a pure white full grown stag, or at least it would have been pure white if it hadn't been beaten bloody.
As Harry watched the stag turned into a man. The man didn't have a shirt or shoes on just a pair of faded, torn, and ragged blue jeans. His black hair was long, shaggy, and matted with dirt and blood, but his eyes were the same pain filled hazel. " Are you going to tell me where your brat is yet?" Voldemort sneered.
The man looked the Dark Lord straight in the eye and said, " Go to hell, Tom." In a crocked, horse voice.
Voldemort glared at the man and said, " I might someday, but you won't be there to see it. For your going to die." As he pulled a shotgun from an inside pocket of his robes, aimed it at the man chest and pulled the trigger. In that second Harry saw a flash of his dad dancing with his mom his dad's hazel eyes shinning and he knew that this man that Voldemort was about to kill was his father, James Potter. Harry heard the crack of the gun, the sharp scream of pain that escaped his father's lips as the bullet buried itself in his chest, puncturing his left lung. Voldemort laughed as he left James laying there on the cold stone floor one hand held tight to the bullet hole as he started coughing up blood. Harry stood there staring wanted nothing more then to help him. Harry found himself in his knees beside his father trying to help but his hands just went right through him. Harry sat there tears streaming down his cheeks as his father lie there dieing.
Author's Note: I know I made this chapter shorter than the last one but this was just how it worked out. Next chapter should be up soon. Please review. Jesse.
