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Having such a dream always had a bad affect on Harry Potter, and the sight that greeted him as he woke did nothing to help the rather hysterical situation

Still bellowing, Harry did his best to scramble out of his Uncle's arms. The man's face was steadily growing purpler, and he shook violently.

Harry forced back the vomit rising in his throat and backed away from the large man. Any minute now the man would lose his temper, and it was going to hurt, Harry more so than his uncle.

Harry was tenderly rubbing his arms where his uncle Vernon had gripped them. The man was unsurprisingly strong, 'probably where his lump of a son got it from,' Harry thought, before turning his attention back to his present situation.

The man gaped, opening and closing his mouth, his face now an angry shade of violet, and seeming to force back his angry words, he turned swiftly around and strode out of the room, swinging his arms more so than normal and slamming the door behind him.

Relief flooded into the boy, but only for a moment, then the dream came rushing back. Harry slumped against the wall, sliding to the ground. He tucked his knees in, resting his elbows on them, and then, using the palms of his hands, pressed hard against his eyes, glasses now lying at his side.

He tried to force the image away, to empty his mind, but much as last years Occlumency lessons, Harry found it impossible.

He continued to sit there, curled up in an uncomfortable position in the corner, and slowly the images of earlier faded, leaving Harry all alone, in the dark, with his thoughts.

The creaking of the trees outside, waving in the wind, hooting of owls, muggle and wizarding ones alike, the loud snoring of his uncle and cousin, and the luminous red glow of the alarm clock by his mattress. Red, like Gryffindor. Red like blood. He had been in Gryffindor. He was gone now. He hadn't spilt any blood. Harry had though. Wormtail did it to him. In the graveyard. By Cedric's still body. With Voldemort. Red like Voldemort's eyes.

The images flashed behind closed eyes, clenched shut in fear, pain, horror. And grief. Grief for those who had suffered for no reason. Who had lost for no reason. And grief for those who would still suffer and die and lose, for no reason. No reason other than a prophecy. A prophecy and a boy. A very lost and alone boy.

The alarm clock was haunting him. Glowing red. 12:02am, it read. Harry had only been asleep for two hours. He didn't plan on sleeping again. A shadow flickered in the opposite corner and Harry trembled. The clock still glared. Red. Glaring. Whistling wind outside. A shadow. And red.

Harry's senses were in overdrive. "It's stupid. I'm just being stupid." Harry chanted to himself, trying to calm the fear in his heart. "I'm just paranoid. Nobody's here. I'm all alone."

Alone. Alone…. alone. The word echoed in his head, over and over again. He was alone, that was the problem.

Somewhere outside another owl hooted; and the trees waved in the whistling wind; and that shadow flickered. And the red eyes glared at him. 12:02am.

Harry's own eyes darted around as the shadow moved again.

"CLICK!"

The miniscule sound caused Harry's heart to leap into his throat. In a flurry of movements he flung himself out of his corner. Stretching desperately, he reached it, his shield. The lamp switch.

Pressing the button a small dirty lamp flickered on, and one corner was bathed in light. Small as it was, the light settled Harry's heart to its rightful place in his ribcage.

And Harry, just as apprehensive as before, sunk back into his corner, senses still alert. In his dash for the lamp he had forgotten that his wand would be more protection than a measly, plastic muggle contraption.

Curled in a fetal position, back against the walls, he sat back down.

He wouldn't close his eyes. Not when the wind whistled, the trees waved, the shadow lurked and the eyes burned a red 12:03am.

No, sleeping was a thing of the past.

But he was only human, and slowly, so slowly he barely noticed, mist fogged his thoughts. And his senses dulled. And his eyelids drooped.

Sleep came peacefully this time. And so he slept. Dreaming a dream he wouldn't remember. And the wind still whistled, and the trees still waved, and that shadow still lurked, and the red eyes burned, and a dusty lamp glowed. And somewhere near his lumpy mattress, there came a "CLICK!", and the red eyes flickered, 12:05am.

Hi hi! Goldilocks31890 here. Yes yes. Me again. Do stop groaning. I've decided that I like details. Quite a lot actually. In case you didn't notice. There is a lot of it this chapter, and it is also a very messed up chapter. Now, me, being the author, can do no wrong. That's right. NO WRONG!!! The author is always right. Even if the author in question didn't invent the original series. Anywho. Now that that's out of the way. Ahhhhhh…. Yes. As I was saying, I'm going to go ahead and say that the reason this chapter is soooo, hmmmm, how do I put it…? I would say shit, but the author is always right! So, the reason this chapter is confusing is because I decided to do it like an insight to Harry's current mental condition, what he's thinking as he sits in his little corner, rocking back and forth and acting entirely like the man being followed by pigs in purple coats that no one else can see. And its obviously not looking too good my friends. I'm not sure if this chapter will stay or not, but right now, its what I've got. I'm still looking for a beta, to bounce ideas off of, and to help me fix my story when it goes, no, not wrong, but off course, and God forbid, out of canon. If none of my invisible reviewers steps up to the plate for the position, then I may go begging back to my old beta, who I haven't written to in two years…. Yes. We have a tight bond…. Not. But yes. I may go crawling back to her. She didn't work on this site so that may be a problem for my invisible reviewers… but ahh shucks, that's just poo-ey for my invisible reviewers. I may even begin to call you lot the IR. Sounds dead official. Anywho. My dear IR, I am considering writing a comedy about evil polar bears and whatnot at Hogwarts. Should be interesting. Cause the author is always right! And as the IR, well you are Invisible Reviewers, so yeah, I speak for you now. Mwoahahahhahahaha. And now onto my thanks for the five who are not, but may be if they wish, members of the IR.

Oh, and sorry for the incredibly long author note, and short short chappy. I think I may wait to see what response I get from the IR, and if its good, then it'll stay. And if not, I will take it back down and add another long section about the Weasleys and Co at Grimmauld or wherever their little wizard-selfs be adventurin these days.... I'd also like to see who would be interested in reading a story featuring mad polar bears... it could be interesting.... and not in a pervy way... as far as the polar bears are concerned that it... ewwwwwwwww.

Reviewers. You are being given the chance to join the IR. If you don't reply about this chapter, well, lets just say you are more than halfway there to making the cut for my little organisation.

Thankyou's!!!!!

First of all to me. Dear Goldilocks31890: you have been a great inspiration, blah blah blah. Thats right. I gave myself my first review. Dead pathetic, but meh, here's one person who will never be joining the IR. Mwoahhahahahahahhahaha.

Solo Flora: thanks a bunch for being my first proper review. I like that you wrote your mind. The fact that I am very partial to my details has nothing to do with it. But thanks.

Brandybuck: I love you! Sorry. But that was a very nice review and I am glad you reiewed. I gots you for a penpal!!! yay!! I am very delighted about that, but still, don't feel like you have to tell me that my story is good, if its not. Tell me its shit when its shit, and I will take it down and rewrite the shit part. You are only helping me. And saying this chapter is shit, well, not that hard. Its confusing at most and totally awkward. But I always loved the scenes where people were nutso, so... figures. Thanks again.

Elven Dagger: Don't worry. I'm not a H/G fan either. I'm actually very partial to the whole H/ all alone one. He's been it for the last 15 years, people, I'm sure he'll manage fine. Lol. Thanks for reviewing and I hope you don't join the Ir, as it's very packed as it is.

anniePADFOOT: I love it when Wormtail suffers too. Its like, hey, why not let him get hit by a bus?! Sounds good to me! Anywho. Thanks for the review. You rock. And the OC and One Tree Hill rocks too!!!! OMG!!! the first season of One Tree Hill, woah! a lot of shit happens in that town, is all I'm gonna say. So enjoy it. Its great to laugh at others pain, unless they are real, then its a no-no... or so I've been told.

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Thats all, except for my lovely IR!!!!! Thanks guys. You rock forever and ever and ever. This story couldnt be what it is(pathetic) with out you guys pulling me along. I love you. And lastly, to all those out there who are't flaming me, well gosh darn it!!!!! I want some one to curse at me!!!! Its never fun without cursing!!!

Thats all folks. I'm off to feed the pigs in the purple coats. They've been getting hungrey and, quite frankly, they need a bath. Their purple coats have stains in them!! The horror. And don't forget. Anyone with a shitload of time and willing to try and make this story better, without rewriting the entire thing, make it a little more than the lowest form of scum, just say it in a review, or email. Perferably review, as it makes me look better. I think I've made this as long as acceptable without waffling(too much.) Lol. Cheers, and adios.

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