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Harry Potter and the Talismans of Life

Chapter 1: One Potter's Dream is Another's Reality

The moon was full over an age old forest of Japan, suddenly; a shrill scream and a gigantic flash of green light tore through the peaceful serenity of the dead of night.

Then a seventeen year old girl is racing through the trees with no definite destination. She was only trying to escape. She kept running, tripping maybe once, but sure footed all the same.

As she ran, she glanced over her shoulder every few seconds, her multicolored hair flying every which way, sweat running down her usually tan, now, very pale face, her hazel eyes were huge with sheer terror, while a few necklaces bounced on her heaving chest, her lanky limbs flailing wildly as she ran for her life.

She was looking over her shoulder for another green flash and the end of her life. She knew that the end would come quickly if she did not keep running, if she stopped to catch her breath, even for just a moment she might not live to start running again. So she kept running, running for her life. Her mother's final words kept replaying and echoing in her head "Find him, Find Harry!" So many questions were rushing around in her mind. Where was this Harry? How was she supposed to find him?

All she had left were the clothes on her back, the wand in her hand, and an adequate fortune that her grandparents had left her, but that was on the other side of the continent, in London. As she dove into a small hollow at the base of an ancient ginkgo tree, she only knew one thing for certain; the life she used to know was over. And so begins a new chapter in the ever changing life of Sydney Teport.

Harry Potter's emerald green eyes flashed open as he sat bolt upright in his bed. Breathing heavy he lifted his hand to his throbbing forehead, just below the messy jet black tresses of hair. He reached for his glasses on his nightstand and as his confusion subsided he tried to remember every thing he could from the dream. Harry reached under his pillow and pulled out a piece of parchment, a quill, and an ink bottle. He began to recount the unnerving dream he had just come out of.

There had been a woman with light brown hair and hazel eyes, who, when Harry had walked into the room, had been shoving something or someone out of a window. The woman had told the other person something, something about him. Harry had shoved the woman aside, and, finding nothing out the window, turned his wand on this woman instead. He didn't hear what he had said over the woman's scream, but he didn't have to hear the words to know what had been spoken, for then there was a gigantic flash of green light and the woman's scream ended in an instant.

That's when Harry woke up. Harry couldn't get this woman off his mind. Who is, or, was she? Why did he, or better, Voldemort, why did Voldemort kill her? Had she done something? Or hadn't she?

While Harry thought about this, he turned to look at his alarm clock; it was 5:30 in the morning. Harry had another half hour to sleep, but he decided not to. He wouldn't be able to get back to sleep after a dream like that anyway.

He decided to get up and write letters about his dream to Ron and Hermione just as she had told him to. He wrote the letters asking simple questions like "How has your summer been?" and "When are we meeting at the burrow?" and things like that. When he gave the letters to Hedwig, his bright white snowy owl, he said, "Go to Hermione first." Harry knew that she would want to know straightaway, and she probably had a letter for Ron.

After Harry saw Hedwig off, he got dressed in an oversized tee-shirt and 3 sizes too big denim shorts with a large belt that used to belong to his corpulent, fair-haired, whiney cousin Dudley Dursley who had been the previous owner of almost all of Harry's clothes. Well anyway, he was dressed, and, before anyone was even awake, Harry left the house and headed down to the park. Having taken with him a sandwich, he stayed in the park until dusk.

He was on his way down Magnolia Crescent when something in the sky caught his eye. He turned to get a better look at it and realized it was an owl, his owl to be exact. She landed on the fence next to him. "Wow," Harry said, "They sure responded quickly." He took the letters and then brought Hedwig onto his arm. She gave a hoot and flapped her wings as a sign of greeting. Harry stuck the envelopes in his pocket, and started to absentmindedly stroke her feathers as he continued to walk home.

"And where exactly did you disappear to all day?" asked a very nosey, bony, tall, dark haired woman with a great dislike of Harry, better known as his Aunt Petunia, "Out breaking the law like the hoodlum you are?"

Harry just rolled his eyes and proceeded up the stairs to his bedroom, without a word. After he closed his bedroom door, Hedwig flew directly into her waiting cage. Harry sad down on his bed and pulled the letters out of his pocket.

"No wonder they responded so soon, they're together." He thought when he noticed one letter with both of his friends' handwritings. "Harry, Dumbledore said that after this, we'll probably be seeing you very soon." Was scrawled in Hermione's ever neat cursive handwriting, "Ya, Harry, probably in the next few day or so." Ron's hastily written uphill printed message stated. "Hang on," Harry thought, slightly confused, "that says 'day', either Ron is thicker than I thought or they're coming tomorrow." Harry smiled at the realization that he could be away from the Dursley's and finished reading the letter. "See you soon! Your friends, Hermione and Ron."

That's when Harry looked up at his clock, which read 10:58, and realized just how exhausted he was. He didn't even change out of his street cloths; he simply fell backwards on top of his bed into a soundless sleep.

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