Edits: I'm currently working on a revised version of this story. I liked the old way a little, but I really want to change the format. It needed help. So have patience. For those of you who read the older version, keep the secrets that you know to yourself. Please.
Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape, or form, own Harry Potter or any of the characters. I actually don't own much of anything in any way, shape, or form.
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Prologue: Nightmare
He was walking into the room. It was a beautiful room, a bedroom judging by the big bed in the middle. He didn't know what he was doing in the room, but something had told him to come. Something had called him.
He was afraid. Something was wrong. Something bad was going to happen, something that he should be able to stop. He slowly stopped walking, looking at the sleeping figure. It was snoring. But nothing could go wrong here. Nothing. Slowly he turned. He was being delusional. Nothing was going to go wrong. Everything was fine.
But then what were those footsteps? What else was walking towards the room?
Someone walked in. He could hear the footsteps, even though he couldn't see the person. Suddenly, his wand slipped out of his pocket. He bent down to retrieve it, afraid to be caught without it. But the wand vanished. He was feeling more and more afraid. Something really was wrong. Something bad was going to happen. And then he heard it. A curse. That curse he had heard so many times—in his life and in his dreams. But the voice speaking the curse was different from the one he normally heard. And suddenly he remembered what the curse was. And now he was even more afraid.
The person was laughing. And then it left. He did not know who it had been. He held his head. He could hear more footsteps. More people were coming to curse him. He sank to the ground. He covered his head.
This was a nightmare, it had to be a nightmare. That was it. He was stuck in his own head. The footsteps of the face were dying away because he was waking up. He was going to open his eyes in a few seconds. It was all going to go away.
It was a nightmare, nothing more.
"Harry!"
He lifted his head. He looked around. And slowly he realized, he wasn't in his room. It was someone else's bedroom. So if that was true, then the patches of things he could remember must be true. Standing up, he looked around. Professor McGonagall was staring at him in horror.
What did he do wrong?
Slowly, realizing what it must be, he turned around to see the bed. A man was lying there. The man was not snoring anymore. He didn't look like he was breathing at all. And as Harry's senses returned to him, all he could do was wish that it had all been a nightmare.
For there lay Albus Dumbledore, dead by Harry's wand.
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