Harry Potter and The Epicenter of Dreams

Summary: When Harry relatives leave the house to Harry, he starts to take charge of his life and appearance. With a new gift to talk to people in his dreams, his year couldn't get any wilder... Even with Voldie-Mort on the loose.

Disclaimer: I Don't own anything that have to do with Harry Potter. Don't sue because you're only get a few cd's and maybe a broke stereo.

Chapter1: Dreams and A new beginnings.

His emerald eyes were glazed over and unfocused. Constant beating rung in his ears and he realized it was his heart. His footsteps sounded loud and thundered down the hall making his heart beat faster. The pale texture of his face was so white he looked like a ghost. His usual untidy black hair was now slick and straight, making him look like a vampire who had just gotten beaten. Turning his head side to side, he continued to walk down the dark hallway, blue lights flickering on every once in a while.

Stopping suddenly, he turned around and looked behind himself making sure no one was following him. Shaking his head, his teary eyes started to shed a few tears when he realized he was trapped, and he didn't like to be hopeless at all. Walking faster, he started to jog, and than he ran like his life depended on it. He just ran straight and ignored the whispering that he seemed to hear coming from the walls. His foot caught onto something on the cement floor and he fell, his body crashing down hard on the cold floor.

" Damn it!" He swore, and than hissed in pain as his head started to pound. Pulling himself up onto his knees, he slowly got up and hissed again as his left foot crack and he knew he had broken a bone. Loud footsteps caught his attention and he turned his head side to side to see where they were coming from. But it seemed like there were a hundred. They continued to come from both sides and he knew his life was over. Suddenly they stopped and he gave a silent thanks to god for that. But his luck ran out when a rough hand grabbed him by his wrist and pulled him towards them. Trying to break free, he turned his face to them so he could see who it was but gasped in shock when he saw who it was. Sirius Black was standing there in all his glory glowing like a glow worn. His face looked much healthier and his smile lite up the whole hallway. Not caring if he was dreaming or not, he jumped up with a leap of joy and flung his arms around his godfather reaping words. He felt his godfather patted him on his head and snuggled closer to him.

" Hey kiddo!" Sirius exclaimed cheerfully, tears coming down his pale cheeks." How did you get here?" He asked in awe.

Harry looked up at him with a frown, he didn't know if he was dreaming or not anymore. Everything seemed so real, and his foot still aced with pain." I don't know," He muttered quietly,'' I thinking I'm dreaming Sirius.''

" You are huh? Well I guess that makes sense. The last thing I remember is falling into that bloody veil in the department of mysteries." He remembered with a frown of his own, his cheerful attitude turning suddenly to hopeless and confusion.

" I though you were gone, I tried to tell Remus and Dumbledor but they wouldn't listen to...'' Harry rambled as he unhooked himself from his godfather.

Sirius shushed him by putting a finger to his mouth." I think I am dead or something like it. When I fell through the veil, this bloody git named Silence took me to a Cell, there I kinda walked through a couple of walls and ended up here.''

" See you have to be dreaming!" Harry yelled in victory, his emerald eyes lighting up for a second.'' We can only do that type of bizarre stuff in our dreams ... That means your dreaming.''

" No Harry it's not that simple, maybe were in some kind or different world. You know like a dream world, it explains why I can walk through walls and you can feel pain.'' He explained, his black eyes gleaming dangerous looking like a mass murder who is plotting something.

" Well I'm going to have to wake up sometime Snuffles, why don't we try to figure out how we can get you out of here." Harry said defeated suddenly feeling so exhausted. He would of clasped but Sirius grabbed him as he saw his eyes turn back in his head.

The last thing Harry heard before he blacked out was" Goodnight Harry ..."

... End of Dream...

Harry sat bolt up on his bed as he awoken, his body trembling because he felt so cold. Laying his head back on his pillow, he aloud himself to get a couple of hours of dreamless sleep.

" POTTER! GET YOU LAZY ARSE DOWN HERE AND COCK YOUR COUSIN SOME BREAKFAST." The voice of his sooo lovely Uncle Vernon rung out through his sleep. Grunting loudly, he grabbed his glasses on the night stand next to his bed and put them on, his vision clearing fully. He scratched his head as he tried to remember what he dreamed about last night. It was like someone put a memory charm on him or something. Shrugging, he thought it must have been nothing important if he didn't remember.

Walking down the stairs, he smelled bacon frying and smiled. Yep, he loved it when his Aunt put something on and than by the time he got down there it was always burnt He thought sarcastically. Why didn't she just wait he swore.

" Harry go get the bacon before it burns you you lazy bum." His aunt sneered to him as soon as he walked in.

" Yes Aunt Petunia." He said calmly, holding in some of the anger that he really felt. Running to the stove, he flipped over the bacon before deciding it was done. Pulling out some plates from the china cabinet, he fixed the Dursleys with two pieces of bacon each and than grabbed one for himself. Sitting down at the table, he immediately notice something was wrong, he could feel the tension in the room began to heat up. His Aunt Petunia was oddly silent and wasn't eating her food. His Uncle Vernon was eating to slowly, and his eyes was fixed on his plate and didn't waver once. Dudley sat smugly in his chair, a smirk plastered on his face. Harry started to pale, and couldn't help but to feel a little uneasy.

Finally unable to take it, he broke the silence." What's going on?"

No one spoke, and all eyes turned to him. He fidgeted uncomfortable by their gazes.

" Harry," His Aunt said in a surprising soft tone, her eyes still cast down her plate." We are moving, and we can't take you with us because..."

Harry interrupted her before before she could finish." You can't just leave. Where would I go? I have no other place to go!" He cried out.

" Shut your bloody trap Potter! And let your Aunt finish!" Uncle Vernon roared, his face turning red with anger.

Harry blinked in surprise, but nodded and let his Aunt finish." Like I was saying, Vernon got a new job offer at this place in London called Surely Wails. It's a big film place and it's a great opportunity, but we can't have you there." She finished softly.

Harry sat stunned in his chair trying to process the whole thing. His mind feeling numb and billions of question popping up in his head." So where doe's that leave me?" He asked quietly, fear in clearly in his eyes.

" That leaves you Potter," Vernon chuckled amusedly at his own words, and than continued." Here."

Harry blinked," Here, you mean I'm staying her by myself?" He asked stupidly, happiness starting to arise.

" Yes here," Vernon repeated with a bored tone." Were leaving you right here. Your going to be sent money every week, and you better use it wisely. Send one of those freaky letters usually like your suppose too. And no freaky stuff, we don't want the neighbors to see." He finished with a wicked grin.

" Okay what's the catch?"Harry asked with a frown." There's no way your going to leave me in a house alone. There must be a catch."

Dudley who was oddly silent through this whole discussion, finally decided to speak." Well there is no catch Potter," He sneered, and Harry couldn't help but hear the envious tone he used." Mother and Father thinks it's the perfect plan. And they thought they should of done it along time ago. I don't understand, why would they let a freak stay at home by itself."

" Now,now Pumpkins, no need for that tone," Aunt Petunia shushed, her face plastered with a fake sickly expression." Harry is going to be a fully grown wizard next summer. And he can do magic! We don't want him to have flashbacks and let his magic get out of hand. Now do we pumpkins?" She asked with a smile.

Dudley paled, and shook his head." No, no, no, no, mother," He stuttered, looking almost petrified." I, I, I, don't want that to happen."

Harry smirk, and he looked like a real Slytherin as he leaned back against his chair with an ( I'm The King ) Gleam in his emerald eyes.

...End of chapter1...

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