.,.,.,.,.,.,A/N: I'm pretty sure my lack of reviews means I really, really suck at writing. But I'm gonna continue anyways because my brother wants me to! :o) Read and review! ThAnKs!.,.,.,.,.,.,
"Harry," the voice was soft and comforting, "Harry dear, wake up. It's ok, everything is ok."
Harry's eyes opened and it took him a moment to focus on the person in front of him, "M-Mum?"
A smile that reflected Harry's shone back at him as the lady smiled. Both scared and startled, Harry propped himself up on his hands and shuffled backwards until he hit a hard surface.
His eyes wide Harry managed to stumble out, "B-But your- your d-dead. No. Mum?"
A more serious look came across Lillian Potter's face now, "Harry, it's ok. I am not dead, and neither is your father. But you must listen closely for I only have a short period of time I can speak with you."
"Why?" Harry whispered.
"Because," Lillian smiled again, "I do not want to put you in any harm. Voldemort is not fully convinced that you died in the fire, and is still on the look-out for you. Unfortunately, I am also in danger now too-- exposing myself, so I must tell you quickly what I want you to do. I have set up a safe barrier around a muggle home in London. You know the family-- the Granger's. I believe their daughter Hermione is one of your close friends at school. I need you to get there and stay there by any means possible. For no reason at all are you to leave that house until I contact you and let you know it's safe."
"B-But--" Harry stumbled with his words in an attempt to get out his thoughts, "I need to know. How are you alive? And Dad? You died 16 years ago!"
Suddenly Harry's wand-- which was still in his hand-- started to glow a bright, blood red.
"I must go!" Lillian suddenly cried urgently, "Remember what I said-- now go! Run! Run Harry!!"
Lillian was gone before Harry could say another word. Without giving it a second though Harry got up to his feet and ran through the sparse woods that he found himself near. He ran as fast as he could-- stray branches scrapping across his face, his side in stitches and his breath coming in strangled gasps. Finally he had to stop as he looked around. There was no one around him, and as Harry struggled to hold his breath and stay perfectly still, he heard nothing.
"Ok," Harry gasped as he collapsed on a fallen log, "Mum said," Harry paused a brief moment as he cherished the first time talking about his mother as alive, "Mum said that I have to get to Hermione's. I think- I think I'm close."
It didn't take Harry long to find out that he wasn't close. What he though would be maybe one more day of walking soon turned into almost a week.
"Ok," Harry told himself, "It's just a little further. I mean, how far away can London be? Uncle Vernon certainly got there quickly when they had to remove Dudley's tail…"
A long highway provided brief relief from the forest as he saw a sign indicating that it was only 10km to London-- in the opposite direction that he'd been walking. All the while walking, Harry noticed a burning sensation coming from his back pocket. Finally, just as he got to the outskirts of London, the once warm sensation had now turned to burning.
"What the hell…" Harry stuck his hand into his pocket and fished out his wand.
He was startled to see the end of it glowing bright red. His heart immediately started to pound as he got the odd feeling that someone was watching him.
"Voldemort?" Harry's voice came out in a small whisper.
Without warning, Harry felt the sudden urge to run-- fast. As he ran down the streets of London-- his feet seeming to know where they wear going, but his head pounding with fear and apprehension, he noticed his red hot wand was becoming more and more red-- slowly creeping up to his hand. If it reached it-- it would burn him! Just as he could feel the burning on his hand, his sides ached and the feeling of someone being right behind him…. it stopped. For the first time, Harry looked around, and found himself in the yard of a tall, two story house. The brick walls looked new, and the garage attached to the side looked as if it could hold at least two cars.
Unsure of who's house this was, Harry contemplated going back onto the street to try and find a booth. But his mothers words echoed in his head; 'For no reason at all are you to leave that house…'. And if this was Hermione's place, he had to stay there.
"There's only one way to find out," Harry said, taking a deep breath.
Slowly he walked up to few steps onto the porch that went along the front. With shaking fingers, he pressed the doorbell and waited. He could hear the cry of 'I'll get it!!' and the thumping of footsteps down the hall. The door swung open, and all Harry could do was stare.
..............to be continued..................
.,.,.,.,.,.,A/N: Thanks so much to Fred reading through my stories! Review people! Thanks!.,.,.,.,.,.,