Swing123: I'm going to switch from Calvin and Hobbes to Harry Potter.
chapter 2
trouble
Harry Potter sat alone in his bedroom on # 4 Privet Drive.
He was doing his homework that Snape had given him.
"Three chopped up frog legs and a pinch of (yawn) newt nuggets." he thought.
He stared at the clock. Two minutes 'till midnight.
He turned to the empty cage of Headwig, who had been gone for a couple of weeks. He turned back to his homework, and yawned.
He thought of all the horrors that had happened in his life.
His parents dying. Voldemort regaining power, and now, Sirius was dead.
He blinked back tears at the memory of Sirius falling behind the veil, and continued his homework.
Just Then, he heard a clicking sound. He turned. There, at the window, he saw Headwig.
There was a letter tied to her leg.
Harry opened the window, And Headwig fluttered in.
She held up her leg, and Harry untied the letter. It was from Ron.
He opened the letter, and read;
dear Harry,
how are you? I'm fine. Hey, I wanted to tell you, McGonagall and Dumbledore came over to my house today to give mum and dad something to help with the Order of the Phoenix. McGonagall is mad about some new kids, that are coming to the school. Man, you should have seen her. She was mad at Dumbledore for choosing them or something. We heard her say stuff like "this is insane! Those two won't last a week in there," or "I thought we agreed not to take him in after the noodle incident!" kind of strange, huh? Fred or George didn't know what to make out of it. And Ginny was just completely stumped. So there's that, and I also wanted to tell you, that me and dad are gonna pick you up next week. See you later.
Ron
Harry stared at the note.
"What two kids could make McGonagall so mad?" he thought.
Harry decided to give up his homework, and go to bed.
He climbed into messed up bed, and soon fell asleep.
Lord Voldemort stood in the middle of a graveyard.
Harry lay unconscious on the ground.
Beside Harry two figures one taller than the other.
"You are very powerful for first years." snarled Voldemort. "But you will not last long."
The shorter one laughed.
"None can defeat the all mighty STUPENDOUS MAN!" he said. "Your attempts are futile, you fiend!"
Voldemort laughed, and raised his wand "CRUCIO!" he screamed.
Both figures fell to the ground, twitching.
Voldemort laughed inanely. That infernal laughing! It seemed to cut right into Harry.
Harry woke up screaming.
His scar had just burst. Blood trickled down from his forehead.
He rubbed the blood off with a handkerchief he happened to have.
His scar had never burst like that before.
Harry felt confused.
Who were those people?
He didn't sleep again, for the rest of the night.
The next day, he walked over to the table in the Dursley household.
He sat down, and Aunt Petunia put a bowl of oatmeal next to him.
They were still mad about having to be nice to Harry because of Moody's threat.
Then Harry remembered. "Um, Uncle Vernon?" he asked
"what?" Uncle Vernon snarled. "My friend, Ron is coming to pick me up this week."
Uncle Vernon stared at Harry. "You mean those red haired people?" he asked.
"Yes" yawned Harry. "They're coming on Monday."
"whatever." replied Uncle Vernon, and he continued to read the newspaper.
Dudley stared at Harry as if he were a cobra ready to strike.
Harry ignored him.
"Harry!" Petunia yelled. "Have you been picking at your scar! Quit bleeding on the table!"
Harry sighed, and wiped the blood off.
About a week later on Monday later, a red Toyota car came FLYING into the drive way.
Harry knew they didn't like driving a car, or a flying car for that matter, they would rather go through floo powder, but Percy, the oldest Weasley, and the only one who had betrayed them, had shut off their connection from the floo network.
Harry rushed out the door. happy to be away from the Durseys.
He climbed into the rental Mr Weasley had gotten, and they drove off.
"Hello, Harry." Mr Weasley said. "How are you?"
"Fine, thank-you." Harry said. Ron turned to Harry. A look of shock on his face.
"Harry, your scar is bleeding."
The Toyota stopped suddenly. Harry's stomach lurched.
Mr Weasley turned around.
Harry looked around.
He couldn't get the blood to stop coming out, so most of the time he wore a kind of turban. And whenever he looked at himself in the mirror, he reminded himself of Professor Quarl from his first year.
"Here." said Mr Weasley. He held his wand up to Harry's forehead.
"Healishus" the blood diapered, and the opening on the scar sealed.
"How did that happen?" Ron asked.
Harry told Ron about his dream.
Ron stared at him.
"Stupendous man?" he asked.
"Who the heck is Stupendous man?"
Harry shrugged.
"Do you think you were seeing into the future?" Ron asked.
Harry shook his head.
"I don't think so. Nobody has ever come with me when I face Voldemort. The ones that do are always killed."
Ron stared at Harry.
"Well, I'm stumped." he said. "Maybe it was just a regular dream."
Harry shook his head again.
"Then why did my scar burst?"
Ron didn't answer.
Nobody said anything else throughout the entire trip.