Living My Life... Again
Disclaimer: See first chapter.
A/N: I apologise about the shortness of this chapter. I will try to make it longer in chapters following this one. Keyword: try.
Chapter One: Three Years Later
"VEANS!"
"Huh?" Dave sat up with a start. His chemistry teacher was looking at him disapprovingly while he could hear sniggers in the background.
"If you insist on sleeping in class, then I strongly suggest you stay in bed", the teacher said sternly and went back to her teaching. Dave sighed, that was the second time he had fallen asleep in class in a week, and what's worse, the week wasn't even close to being over yet.
Just then, a note was slipped onto his table. He took one look at the note and turned his head back slightly to see his best friend nod shortly twice before turning back to the lesson. Dave put the note under his table after opening it. He pretended to take down notes while reading the note. It said:
What's going on? This is the second time in a row this week. If there's anything troubling you, you do know that I'll be here for you right? Reply me ASAP.
If only he knew. There were some things Dave can't tell even his bestest, closest friend; him having memories and visions being one of them.
While normal people just have nightmares, Dave has replays of the bad memories while he was still young and going to Hogwarts. That's why he keeps falling asleep in class; bad memories are not something you can just up and forget.That and the visions Voldemort sends him are enough to keep him up all night.
Just because Dave has managed to cover up the wretched scar, does not mean that the connection is broken. He tries to keep Voldemort out of his head, more so after what happened in his fifth year. Despite everything, he'd have to say that he's been quite successful in the sense that Voldemort hasn't found out where he was. Yet.
Dave snapped out of his thoughts and was about to write back when the bell sounded, signaling the end of school. He met his best friend outside the lecture room and they walked home together.
"So?" Fred asked out of the blue.
"So what?" Dave answered a question with a question.
"Why have you been falling asleep in class?"
"Oh," Dave said and fell silent. They walked in silence for a while before Fred spoke up, "is it another bad memory?" Dave nodded and all was silent again.
Out of his three best friends, Fred was the one he was the closest to. He was also the first he made since coming back to the muggle world, so it was only right to tell him the half truth if not the whole truth.
He had told Fred that he having bad dreams, leaving out the fact that most of them all has to do with magic.
Soon, they reached Dave's rented apartment. They bidded goodbye and Dave got ready for his part-time job as basketball coach of a small neighbourhood school.
"Hopefully I won't get any bad memories or visions tonight and I can finally get some much need sleep," he thought as he left an hour later.
Little did he know that the life he has created was going to fall apart and there's nothing he can do to stop it.
End of Chapter One
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