Chapter Seven
Running from a scary man, bring an end to what's to come
You don't see what I can see, twisted pictures haunting me
Failure trails so close behind, you'll just wait till we meet again...
It was almost two in the morning and Kat still wasn't tired. She had spent the last few hours on the computer, but there was only so much Poppit she could take. She was now sprawled on the bed, trying to read, but her mind kept drifting off.
Kat was pondering her first few days in England. So far she hadn't seen much; the Durleys were giving her time to "settle in." But just being in the house gave her plenty to think about. There was Vernon and Petunia, who were nice, but seemed fake, like they were hiding something. Then there was Dudley, who was...Dudley. What you see is what you get, pretty much.
Then there was Harry. Now he was different. He was so quiet, and so sad. Kat prided herself on her gift of perception, and she could definitely perceive a lot of hurt and conflict in him. He barely said a word, but his spirit was screaming so loud it made her head hurt. She was definitely going to have to work on that boy.
Kat sat up and sighed, giving up on reading any more that night. She was just thinking of going downstairs to eat something when she heard yelling. Alarmed, Kat quickly padded to the hallway. The Dursleys had not awoken. They must be deep sleepers, she mused. She looked to the room the commotion was coming from. It was Harry's room.
Harry was running, running down that familiar dark corridor, only there was no door at the end. It just kept going, on and on forever. Harry's legs screamed in pain, and he was panting heavily, but he couldn't stop. It was after him. Harry looked over his shoulder, and there it was. The huge, shaggy black dog was chasing him, its yellow fangs bared and its fur matted with blood. Blood that Harry was responsible for. Now the Grim was paying blood with blood.
Harry kept running, panic overtaking him. "Someone, please, help." The scenery changed abruptly, Harry was no longer in a corridor, but in a large room with a stone dais in the middle. There was also a fountain, filled with an eerie white, misty substance. The dog barked, and Harry stumbled and fell. He screamed; the dog was pouncing on him, ripping him to shreds. A figure started to rise out of the fountain. A white, skeletally thin figure. He had only a skull, no flesh, no eyes, no muscles. Then, the creature cackled, an evil shrieking laugh, and its face transformed. Where empty eye sockets had been there were now red, mad eyes. Harry looked at it in horror while still trying to fight off the dog.
Another figure rose out of the fountain. A gaunt, decaying figure with matted hair.
"Sirius!" Harry gasped. The dog stopped its attack and stared intently at the dead man. Sirius looked horrible. What was left of his decomposing skin was a yellowish green, he had an eye missing, and he gave off a horrible stench. The stench of death. Voldemort looked at Sirius and grinned. "See what your godson has done to you? You're not going to let him get away with it. He must be punished."
Sirius looked with his remaining eye at Harry, who lay battered and bleeding on the ground at his feet. "You," he croaked.
"No," Harry pleaded. No, I didn't mean to, please Sirius. I didn't want..."
"YOU!" Sirius pointed his rotting finger down at Harry. It fell off of his hand and hit Harry on the forehead, causing his scar to sear. Harry sobbed and tried to beg Sirius to understand. Voldemort watched the scene with amusement. "He must be punished."
Sirius nodded. "NO! SIRIUS PLEASE! NO!" The dog attacked again and tore into Harry's flesh. Voldemort laughed, and Sirius grinned, a line of blood dripping down his mouth. Harry continued to scream and beg as the dog was eating him, pleading for someone to save him because he couldn't save himself...
"Harry."
He heard his name being called, but he thought it was just Voldemort taunting him.
"Harry, wake up."
He tried to hold on to the voice, let it drag him into consciousness.
"Harry, sweetie, you need to wake up."
He felt a cool hand laid on his forehead, and a strange power that he couldn't explain coursed through him. It was strong enough to pull him out. In the next instant, his eyes snapped open and he was staring at the ceiling.
Okay. I thought this was a good place to stop. It might not seem scary, but if you really think about it, if you were having a nightmare like that you would be freaked out too! I really liked this chapter. Review please!
