Hey there, this is my newest fic. Why am I writing it? Cause I wanna that's why. While I don't own the world of Harry Potter or anyone from it, which I loathe admitting, I do own the world they get sent to. It is the world I made up for my original stories that I have yet to really work on, ; Give me a break, I gotta write these fanfics or they'll swirl around in my messed up head all the time. Ok so this chapter won't be too long, I don't have much in mind in that world. The next one will definitely be longer when I start bringing in the hero's of my attemped books. If you've read some of my other stories you might recognize some. Ok, this A/N is getting too long and no one is reading it so please R&R.
The Hogwarts Express made it's way through the autumn English country side, passed fields of gold and brightly painted trees. Once again September first had come and the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were on their way to a new school year. Students from the new First years to finishing Seventh years sat inside talking, laughing and having a good time with old friends and new ones. One of the top topics, of course being one person.
In one of the compartments sat four youths. Two, a girl and boy, with matching flaming hair and freckles sat playing a game of Exploding Snaps together. A girl with bushing brown hair sat across from these two, her head firmly planted in her book. The last child sat next to the window, watching the scenery with bright emerald eyes. The famous Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, sat quietly thinking. He was happy, no, relieved to finally be returning to his true home, far from the Dursleys and their idiotic fears and attempts to be 'normal' which just made them stranger. They had been quite irritable this summer for some reason, the only thing that kept them from lashing out at Harry, their blame for everything wrong in their lives, was the fear of Sirius Black, Harry's escaped convicted murderer godfather.
Who was actually innocent and had not killed anyone, though he had tried to earn the conviction Harry's third year but no one knew that except for those that had seen the dead man alive and Dumbledore.
Harry pressed his forehead against the glass and sighed as he thought again. The Dursleys where not a new form of misery or even the worst part of the vacation. Through the whole summer he had had little sleep and what he had was filled with one of three dreams. One was the recurring image of Cedric Diggory's death in the graveyard. The second was rare glimpses of Voldemort which was always followed by a searing pain in the scar on his forehead. These two were on the most part understandable but the third was a complete mystery to the boy.
It was not a nightmarish dream, quite the opposite, it was beautiful. In these dreams he found himself in a strange place where everything was so different from the worlds he knew, it was all so more real then the real world. He could feel power from everything, the sun, the trees, the earth. Everything felt more alive then he had ever seen, almost like a living animal. And the air, the air seemed to carry a sweet scent anywhere he was, whispering words that were just soft enough to be undecipherable.
A wistful sigh pasted the young Potter's lips, he loved those dreams even if he was being driven crazy trying to understand them. The ones he liked the most were the ones with people in them. There were always so many different types of people in those dreams; some were normal looking while the others were very interesting to say the least. Armored people with large bird wings, small grayish people around jewelry, and cat like humanoids were just a few he had seen. If only he knew why he kept seeing this place, he somehow knew it was real but-
"Well look hear. It's the Mudblood, two weasels and the nutter." A sneering voice cut through the quiet car.
Everyone turned to see Draco Malfoy stood in the doorway his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, stood behind him on each side. Malfoy smirked superiorly as he stepped farther into the room, not noticing that his bodyguards/friends were stuck in the doorway when they both had tried to walk through at the same time.
"Really, I feel like I should buy a ticket to see you." The blond mocked with a snicker.
"Bugger off Malfoy!" Ron yelled at the boy as he jumped from his seat, red with anger. He ignored Hermione's cry to not do anything and was stalking toward a now slightly worried Malfoy.
Harry spoke up quietly still looking out the window, "Leave it Ron, he's not worth it."
"What'd you say Potter!" Malfoy hissed at Harry. When he did not even look at the blond, Malfoy's pale face turned red in anger. With surprising speed he leapt at Harry with every intention of hitting the other boy.
Just as the young Malfoy stepped close to Harry a strange rip appeared in the air. The boys looked at it in horror as Malfoy, who's momentum made it impossible to stop in time, crashed into Harry sending both careening into the unknown rift and into the darkness that led away from all they knew in the world.
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