IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
CHAPTER 1
It was the middle of the night and 15 year old Harry Potter was asleep in his bed at Privet Drive. He was tossing, turning, and sweating. Nightmare haunted him that night. It was again the same thing. A tombstone with the Riddles' names on it. That statue that pinned him so he couldn't escape. Blood, a blade, a cauldron, and about 9 black Death Eaters. All thanks to Harry Voldemort had returned. Harry could see his parents again getting killed. No. No. No. "Avada Kadavra!" yelled Voldemort. "NO!" Harry screamed while falling off the bed onto the cold floor.
Harry was panting on the floor. He reached up and turned on the lamp. He stood up, put on his glasses, and sat on the bed thinking about his nightmare. "This is the 4th night in a row," Harry whispered to himself. HE looked at the clock on his bedside table. It said 2:05am. Harry was hot so he decided to open up his window. A cool breeze flowed into the room and relaxed him. With a sigh, Harry took off his glasses, turned off the light, and got into bed hoping he'd have no more nightmares.
Just before Harry closed his eyes, he heard a pop in his room. Harry sat up in bed. What he saw flipped his stomach. There standing in the room was the Dark Lord himself; Lord Voldemort. Harry grabbed his glasses and put them on.
Harry was about to reach for his wand next, which he kept under his pillow just in case of emergencies. This called for an emergency! Voldemort was too quick for Harry. He grabbed him by the hair and covered Harry's mouth with his skeleton like hand. "Don't even think about it Potter," he snarled. Voldemort's hand felt like a cold ice pack against his skin. "Mph!" Harry yelled under Voldemort's hand. "You're coming with me Potter. I need you for a little something I'm cooking up," the Dark Lord said in Harry's ear before disappearing with a poor defenseless Harry in his arms.