a/n Okay, I didn't get any reviews about this idea (I really didn't get that many at all, period, which torqued me just a bit), so if you don't like it, I'm sorry—you should have said something when I gave you the chance. And that was kind of bitchy… I'll try not to do that again.
POV #10—HARRY POTTER (The Dream Sequence)
I hope I'll be able to sleep tonight. I'm not used to sharing the bed…
What's going on? I don't remember this. Where am I? That looks like my mum. I must be dreaming. She's beautiful. Wow—I really do have her eyes. They're bright. There's dad—he looks worried about something. I wonder…
Who's at the door? What's dad doing? Go? Go where, what am I supposed to—woah! How am I moving? I'm not walking. Someone's carrying me. My mother is carrying me. Where are we going? What's wrong?
This is too weird.
I'm in a room—my room? Maybe. I don't know. What is she saying? She's… She's singing to me. A lullaby. She's crying. Why is she…
Shit. I know exactly where I am.
Now someone is at this door. It opens up without a knock. He's there. He's laughing, telling my mother that it over. Give me to him and he'll leave. He'll let her live. She's saying no. She's crying. Don' cry, mum. I hate it when you cry…
She's screaming. I hate this place, I want to get out of here. Wake up, Harry. Wake up.
Wait a moment. I don't remember this.
He's looking at me, now. He's… smiling. That's just creepy. Saying something about the prophesy. Focus, Harry. You need to hear this. Remember this.
"…time. I've been waiting for this, little Harry. I've tried to get at you before, but no. No, Dumbledore decided to make sure you were protected at all costs. It did cost quite a bit. Shame about your mother and father. I could have used them, their skills."
Bastard.
"…an old fool, Dumbledore. Thinking he could trust Wormtail and Snape. Ha! As if they would ever stray from me. Loyal, that's what they are. Ah, well. Enough conversation, my boy. I can't waste time letting you get older."
He's raising his wand. He's going to kill me. Oh, God, he's going to kill me. He's saying the words. The curse.
Sweet Jesus! God, I wish I had died, that wouldn't have hurt like this! My head… It's splitting open. I can feel the blood on my face. There's so much light…
He's gone. I'm alone. I'm…
Back in my room. I'm okay. Really, I'm fine—I'll live, Ginny.
Oh yes, I will live. I will live.
a/n Yeah, that sucked. Much harder than I bargained for. I'm outtie, leave ideas in the review box.