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Chapter Three: A Ruined Dream

The summer was hot and muggy, leaving Harry in a fowl mood as he sat outside on the bench behind his uncle and aunt's house. For the past day and a half Harry had to clean the house from top to bottom. Only two minutes after he had finished, Dudley and his friends came in, tore everything to shreds, and made Harry clean the whole house again. His mood only worsened when he received a letter informing him that he would have to stay with the Dursley's all summer and would not be able to stay with his friends.

Harry just leaned back and stared blankly up at the sky, watching the few clouds past by. He rubbed his eyes having lost sleep the night before and slowly he began to drift off.

Dream

The sky was black when he finally woke up. What was odd was that there were no stars and no lights around him to guide Harry back to the house. He looked up at the house then sighed. Maybe Uncle Vernon had locked him out of the house. Harry leaned his head back and rubbed his eyes. He leaned forward and found himself looking into the face of a young boy with sandy blonde hair. His eyes were black and silver and he had a greenish tint to his skin.

Harry was startled and watched as the boy let out a low growling noise and in the distance he could hear the whisper of a young female.

"Harry."

Her voice was familiar, but it wasn't his mother. It was someone else. Someone who needed him, someone who he needed just as much. However, the voice couldn't be placed with a face and it was not of English descent. It was American.

"Harry." Came the voice again. The voice became more desperate and in the background, a scream was heard. "Harry. Please. Help me."

Harry began to look around frantically and when he finally looked forward again, the boy was gone, and instead a pair of large wooden doors stood before him.

"Harry. Please help me. Please." Begged the voice. Harry stood up and went to walk up to the door, but suddenly was brought back to reality.

Dream Ended

"Harry Potter!" Came a loud voice. Harry looked up and noticed the sky was bright again and only a few minutes had passed since he had fallen asleep. His voice was called again and Harry slowly stood up and made his way into the house.

"How many times must I call you boy before you come?" Asked an infuriated Uncle Vernon. His face was purple and his eyes were blood shot. Uncle Vernon had just returned from a short trip to New York City for a drill convention. He had been so demanding that Harry had to spend every waking moment bowing down to his every need. Uncle Vernon threw down the paper he was reading and glared up at him.

"Did you finish the backyard?" He asked.

"Yes sir." Harry muttered.

"And taking the leaves out of the gutters?"

"Yes sir."

"And trimming the bushes?"

"Yes sir."

"And changing the oil?"

"Uh…" Harry trailed off. He had forgotten that and now more chores would be piled on him. "Must've forgotten that one." He whispered.

"You forgot?" Uncle Vernon said with a smirk. "Ha! Now, you will have to plant the flowers that are outside, clean the bathrooms and kitchen, make dinner, dust

the whole house from top to bottom, and wash all the windows."

Harry turned to walk out of the room, but was stopped by Uncle Vernon calling out to him.

"Don't forget the oil, Harry." Uncle Vernon said, with a hint of a chuckle in his voice. Harry walked out the front door and sighed heavily. He picked up the flowers and walked over to the planting area and started digging holes. He was thinking of horrible ways to get back at Uncle Vernon for all the work. He was in the middle of thinking of what Uncle Vernon would look like if slug-producing boils suddenly appeared on his body, when the slamming of doors across the street made him look up.

Harry turned and found himself looking at the car of Mr. And Mrs. Galen, the old couple who lived in the house behind his. They were visiting their long-time friends, the Collins, and instead of being alone, a young girl with light brown hair, pulled back in curls and in a ponytail, was with them. She was wearing a blue plaid skirt, and a white sweater with a blue stripe across the chest.

As he watched them, the girl turned and looked over at him. She smiled at waved at him, but Harry wasn't sure if it was directed at him. The girl turned away and walked into the house. A moment later, his name was called and Harry walked inside the Dursley's house.

Ally's POV

Ally had felt his gaze on her the moment she had stepped out of the car. It was annoying and so, she thought she'd give him a reason to look at her, so she turned, smiled, and waved. She was in a fowl mood after the long flight from Newark to London. Ally smiled at the Collins, the Galen's longtime friends and entered the small house.

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