The Beginning
Chapter 1: The Unforgettable Dream
It is only a week before the month of July end and as usual, the Dursley's does not treat Harry nicely. Especially, now that they have found out that the one who killed Harry's parents is still alive and is after him. They were scared because their family might be involve and killed. They do not talk to him much and every time Harry wants to do something, they just let him do whatever he wants as long as it does not involve their family.
Harry's birthday is almost three days and the Dursley, of course, did not remember it at all. Luckily, Harry has good friends that cared for him but there is something that Harry could not forget and that is the death of his godfather, Sirius. He still mourns his death but not too much because of his friends and Lupin who replaced Sirius as Harry's consultant.
Harry woke up early and hurriedly looked at the calendar. He counted starting from the day today until his birthday.
"3 days before my birthday, almost near" Harry said to himself softly so aunt Petunia would not here it. Harry is use that no one in the Dursleys knows his birthday.
Harry was walking on the street when he notice that it is almost nightfall so he hurried back home. After he ate his dinner, he went upstairs and he slept early that night.
That night Harry had a dream. A dream he could not forget……………………..
The Dream:
Harry was on an empty room alone. Then
"Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry…." Said an unknown voice
Harry looked around the room but see no one.
'Who…who's there?" said Harry looking around the room.
"Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry…?" repeated the voice.
Once again, Harry looked around but there is no one in the room except for him. Then he noticed a mirror in the side. He wonders what it is so he walks towards the mirror then…
"Harry, wake up! Hurry up their boy!" Harry heard Aunt Petunia shouting and knocking the door very loud.
Harry wake up and opens the door. Then Harry went down to the kitchen following Aunt Petunia.
"Take care of the bacon and don't burn it!" Aunt Petunia reminded Harry.
"Yes Aunt!" he answered.
Harry spends all his afternoon in the park thinking whose voice could that be. He thought it has something to do with Voldemort. Did Voldemort kill someone? However, why is that voice calling my name? Who could that be? The same questions enters Harry's mind. All day Harry was in the park not noticing it is already 6:00 pm. Harry finally pull himself back together and notice it is already dark. After a while, Harry decided to go home.
That night Harry had the same dream. He was almost there. He was so close to the mirror. He could almost see himself then... he woke up. Feeling so disappointed he went downstairs and have breakfast.
"I swear I have to find out what kind of mirror that is and who is the one calling me!" Harry told himself while eating.
All day Harry was in the garden thinking about the dream not even noticing that his birthday is tomorrow. When night falls, he hurriedly ate his dinner and went to bed. Harry had the same dream. He was an inch to the mirror then he was awaken by the owls flapping their wings outside his windows. He was angry at first but that anger fades away as he saw dozens of owls carrying loads of gifts just for him. That is when he realizes it was his long awaited birthday.
There were gifts from Hagrid, Lupin, Mad-eye, Tongs, Ron and the Weasleys including Percy (he and his parents reconcile), Hermione, and everyone else. He was so happy that he already forgotten the dream. There are loads of chocolate frogs, berty botts, and cakes from Hagrid and Hermione, sweets from Tongs, and of course, a shirt knitted by Mrs. Weasley herself and quidditch things from Ron and the others.
Harry did not tell the Dursley about the gifts and kept it hidden under his closet. Harry ate up the lot that afternoon but not all of it of course. Could not bear to stand up because of his stomach so full, Harry lay down to his bed and rested his eyes for a moment. Then it came again. The dream Harry had. It was the same as always but this time he will not fail. He said that to himself a hundred times over.
He walks straight to the mirror while hearing the voice calling him. His almost there, a little bit more and he could touch the mirror. At last, he did it! Finally he touched the mirror but suddenly he woke up with his stomach aching! Harry hurried down stair to get a medicine. He could not bear the pain he felt. He went back to his room and have a rest.
After that, Harry never had the same dream again. He did not found out who is the person calling him and what is the reason why there is a mirror at the room. Harry was so disappointed.