A/N: Here is the second chapter I hope you like it!
Chapter 2: Dreams and phonecalls
In his dream, Harry saw a house which looked very familiar. Two years ago, an old muggle was murdered in there by none other than Lord Voldemort himself.
Now, Voldemort was standing in the middle of the room, only lit by a fire- place. He was surrounded by an enormous crowd of Death-Eaters. His high- pitched voice echoed through the room, as he talked to them: "Soon we´re going to make it, soon we are going to attack. Soon we´ll be ready and nobody can stop us. There´s no witness to this conversation and the Ministry of Magic can do nothing to stop us!"
Miles away, Harry´s scar burned on his forehead and he knew immediately, that again Voldemort was planing to kill. When finally, the blinding pain had gone from Harry´s head, he opened his eyes and noticed that it was morning again. He lay on his bed shaking and didn´t know whether what he had just seen was reality or just a horrible nightmare. Last year, Harry was tricked by Voldemort, who made him see a vision of Sirius being tortured. Afraid, that his godfather might have been killed by the Dark Lord, he stepped into the trap.
Harry was wondering what he could do now, because he couldn´t write a letter to someone containing such important information. The risk that the owls were intercepted was much to high. As he hadn´t got Floo Powder, he couldn´t talk to someone through the fire and perhaps, some Death-Eater were watching the Network. So Harry could do nothing but wait.
He dressed and went downstairs, but as he saw the Dursleys, he wanted to avoid their evil looks they always had, when they saw him, so he made to go back to his room. On the foot of the stairs, he stopped because he heard the phone ringing. Harry went to the living room and was just about to pick up the receiver when he heard Uncle Vernon´s roar from behind him. "Don´t you dare !" Harry´s hand stopped in middair and Vernon Dursley answered the phone.
"Hello?" "Hi. My name is Ronald Weasley. Could I talk to Harry Potter?" Slowly Uncle Vernon turned towards Harry and glared at him. Harry was shocked of the way his uncle was looking at him. Ron had called one time before and just as he did now, he had yelled into the phone receiver. Before his uncle could do something, Harry grapped the phone and said: "Ron?" "Yeah. Hi Harry. It´s me." "Good to hear from you mate, but please, just do me one favour. you don´t need to yell into the phone like that, just speak normally." "Oh.Sorry, I forgot about that ", and his voice became more quiet. "How are you doing, Harry ?"
Harry who had just had an idea answered: "Fine. Ron, is your father around? Please go and say him, I´ve gotta tell him something very important. and please say he mustn´t shout into the receiver." "Harry, I don´t understand." "Just go and find your dad!!"
After a couple of minutes, Harry heard Arthur Weasley´s voice from the listener. Harry told him everything about the dream he had and that he wasn´t sure if it had been real. Mr.Weasley understood what Harry meant and promised him to talk with the members of the Order about it. Now, that someone from the Order of the Phoenix knew about this, Harry felt loads better.
After a short while, Ron answered the phone again: "Tell me Harry, what´s going on?!" "I won´t tell you anything unless I know what it was I´ve seen last night. Let´s talk about something else. Some news about Voldemort?"
Harry knew, that Ron always flinched when he heard the Dark Lord´s name, but he thought it was about time, that Ron got used to the name. "I am not going to tell you anything unless you tell what it is you´ve seen last night!!" So Harry retold his dream to Ron and hoped, Ron wouldn´t ask any akward questions about it, but for once, Ron seemed to understand that Harry was not in the mood to revive his dream.
"I am sorry to disappoint you mate, there isn´t much information I can get out of Mum or Dad. They keep telling me, that this is Order stuff and very secret. The only thing I know for sure, is that they are looking for You- Know-Who´s hideaway. But they haven´t found it yet." "What about Hermione? Have you heard from her lately?" "Yeah!" said Ron "actually she is staying here at the Burrow with me and my family!" "What???" Harry was shocked, he didn´t believe what he just heard. Why was it always him who was locked away like a prisoner, when his two best friends were having fun together. "She´s only staying for a couple of days." "But why can´t I come and stay with you?" "Dumbledore and most Order members think it would be too dangerous at the moment to bring you to the Burrow or to Grimmauld Place. I am so sorry . but anyway, we all want you to be safe, so please don´t do anything stupid!" "Yeah, right. why don´t you just go to Hermione and enjoy your holidays with her!?! Bet you´ve had a lot of fun together!" "Harry, don´t you shout at me like that! It´s not my fault, some crazy old maniac wants your death and you aren´t allowed to come to visit me. I thought you´d be happy if I´d call you." "Just go and leave me alone with my wonderful family", Harry said sarcastically and louder than he had intented. "Harry, it´s not my fault!!" "Yeah, fine. see you" and Harry put the receiver down.
He knew that Ron was right and it wasn´t his fault, but now he felt very miserably. He knew he had been very rude with Ron, but somehow didn´t have a bad conscience. Back in his room, he felt sadness and loneliness again inside himself. He thought it would be better to make an apology to Ron and went to his desk.
The parchment lay infront of him, but he didn´t know what to write. His thoughts were wandering off and soon, his mind was full of pictures of his best friends having fun together and laughing about Harry who was imprisoned in Little Whinging. He imagined, that everybody had forgotten him and that they wanted to leave him alone with his grief. He stared at the empty piece of parchment infront of him and found, there wasn´t any reason to excuse for his behaving. He took the parchment, tore it into tiny pieces and threw them into the garbagecan.
A/N: Please review and feel free to say what you don´t like about the story.
PS: Happy Year 2004!!
Chapter 2: Dreams and phonecalls
In his dream, Harry saw a house which looked very familiar. Two years ago, an old muggle was murdered in there by none other than Lord Voldemort himself.
Now, Voldemort was standing in the middle of the room, only lit by a fire- place. He was surrounded by an enormous crowd of Death-Eaters. His high- pitched voice echoed through the room, as he talked to them: "Soon we´re going to make it, soon we are going to attack. Soon we´ll be ready and nobody can stop us. There´s no witness to this conversation and the Ministry of Magic can do nothing to stop us!"
Miles away, Harry´s scar burned on his forehead and he knew immediately, that again Voldemort was planing to kill. When finally, the blinding pain had gone from Harry´s head, he opened his eyes and noticed that it was morning again. He lay on his bed shaking and didn´t know whether what he had just seen was reality or just a horrible nightmare. Last year, Harry was tricked by Voldemort, who made him see a vision of Sirius being tortured. Afraid, that his godfather might have been killed by the Dark Lord, he stepped into the trap.
Harry was wondering what he could do now, because he couldn´t write a letter to someone containing such important information. The risk that the owls were intercepted was much to high. As he hadn´t got Floo Powder, he couldn´t talk to someone through the fire and perhaps, some Death-Eater were watching the Network. So Harry could do nothing but wait.
He dressed and went downstairs, but as he saw the Dursleys, he wanted to avoid their evil looks they always had, when they saw him, so he made to go back to his room. On the foot of the stairs, he stopped because he heard the phone ringing. Harry went to the living room and was just about to pick up the receiver when he heard Uncle Vernon´s roar from behind him. "Don´t you dare !" Harry´s hand stopped in middair and Vernon Dursley answered the phone.
"Hello?" "Hi. My name is Ronald Weasley. Could I talk to Harry Potter?" Slowly Uncle Vernon turned towards Harry and glared at him. Harry was shocked of the way his uncle was looking at him. Ron had called one time before and just as he did now, he had yelled into the phone receiver. Before his uncle could do something, Harry grapped the phone and said: "Ron?" "Yeah. Hi Harry. It´s me." "Good to hear from you mate, but please, just do me one favour. you don´t need to yell into the phone like that, just speak normally." "Oh.Sorry, I forgot about that ", and his voice became more quiet. "How are you doing, Harry ?"
Harry who had just had an idea answered: "Fine. Ron, is your father around? Please go and say him, I´ve gotta tell him something very important. and please say he mustn´t shout into the receiver." "Harry, I don´t understand." "Just go and find your dad!!"
After a couple of minutes, Harry heard Arthur Weasley´s voice from the listener. Harry told him everything about the dream he had and that he wasn´t sure if it had been real. Mr.Weasley understood what Harry meant and promised him to talk with the members of the Order about it. Now, that someone from the Order of the Phoenix knew about this, Harry felt loads better.
After a short while, Ron answered the phone again: "Tell me Harry, what´s going on?!" "I won´t tell you anything unless I know what it was I´ve seen last night. Let´s talk about something else. Some news about Voldemort?"
Harry knew, that Ron always flinched when he heard the Dark Lord´s name, but he thought it was about time, that Ron got used to the name. "I am not going to tell you anything unless you tell what it is you´ve seen last night!!" So Harry retold his dream to Ron and hoped, Ron wouldn´t ask any akward questions about it, but for once, Ron seemed to understand that Harry was not in the mood to revive his dream.
"I am sorry to disappoint you mate, there isn´t much information I can get out of Mum or Dad. They keep telling me, that this is Order stuff and very secret. The only thing I know for sure, is that they are looking for You- Know-Who´s hideaway. But they haven´t found it yet." "What about Hermione? Have you heard from her lately?" "Yeah!" said Ron "actually she is staying here at the Burrow with me and my family!" "What???" Harry was shocked, he didn´t believe what he just heard. Why was it always him who was locked away like a prisoner, when his two best friends were having fun together. "She´s only staying for a couple of days." "But why can´t I come and stay with you?" "Dumbledore and most Order members think it would be too dangerous at the moment to bring you to the Burrow or to Grimmauld Place. I am so sorry . but anyway, we all want you to be safe, so please don´t do anything stupid!" "Yeah, right. why don´t you just go to Hermione and enjoy your holidays with her!?! Bet you´ve had a lot of fun together!" "Harry, don´t you shout at me like that! It´s not my fault, some crazy old maniac wants your death and you aren´t allowed to come to visit me. I thought you´d be happy if I´d call you." "Just go and leave me alone with my wonderful family", Harry said sarcastically and louder than he had intented. "Harry, it´s not my fault!!" "Yeah, fine. see you" and Harry put the receiver down.
He knew that Ron was right and it wasn´t his fault, but now he felt very miserably. He knew he had been very rude with Ron, but somehow didn´t have a bad conscience. Back in his room, he felt sadness and loneliness again inside himself. He thought it would be better to make an apology to Ron and went to his desk.
The parchment lay infront of him, but he didn´t know what to write. His thoughts were wandering off and soon, his mind was full of pictures of his best friends having fun together and laughing about Harry who was imprisoned in Little Whinging. He imagined, that everybody had forgotten him and that they wanted to leave him alone with his grief. He stared at the empty piece of parchment infront of him and found, there wasn´t any reason to excuse for his behaving. He took the parchment, tore it into tiny pieces and threw them into the garbagecan.
A/N: Please review and feel free to say what you don´t like about the story.
PS: Happy Year 2004!!