~1995, the Wizarding World
"You saved me..." Cedric stated in relief and joy as he panted, looking deep into Harry's eyes.
"For a second there I thought you would've left me." He stated jokingly, smiling. Harry nodded, "For a second there I almost did." Harry replied.
They stood still, both panting. Both staring into each other's eyes, in complete silence.
Harry's heartbeat picked up, his dreams could come true here. He wouldn't have to hide anything anymore, if what he dreams of actually happens here, the Triwizard Championship wouldn't matter to him anymore.
Nothing would.
But it didn't.
A huge gust of wind blew and the walls of the maze rustled wildly, surprising both of them. "Let's go!" Cedric yelled before grabbing Harry's wrist forcefully and charging for the cup.
"Take it, you saved my life!" Cedric urged, panicking. Harry shook his head, "Together." He stated and began counting. "One. Two. Three!" Harry yelled, soon both reached out and grabbed the cup, and a huge flash of light blinded me afterwards.
I woke up from my dream, shocked. Who are they?
~Present day
I've been having these crazy sequential dreams as of lately. I remembered the first dream I had, something about a boy living in a small room under a flight of stairs, like me. Then came a huge mountain of letters.
I shook my head with a sigh, I think I'm going insane. I might just be the first 11 years old boy to go completely bonkers. "Another day to myself." I stated with a huge grin after stretching. Whatever should I do to waste my day today? I looked around, I have this entire house to myself!
The Dursleys return on Friday, which is 3 days away.
I wish I could go outside honestly, but I can't. I apparently can't leave the house either, not sure why. If I do leave, the neighbours would tattle on me. How I wish I could just make the neighbours disappear!
It's not that bad though, there's a few things to do in this house.
One, I could just go around and clean.
Two, I could cook food. The one thing I can do without getting scolded is cook food. They're too stubborn to admit I'm good at cooking, way better than Mrs. Dursley. In fact, my stepbrother would wake me up in the middle of the night to cook him midnight snack.
Three, I could explore the attic. But me being the cowardly boy I am, I've never been to the attic. No one has, really.
It's scary up there, even though I've never been in it. When I'm cleaning up the 1st floor rooms, I'd hear stuff upstairs sometimes.
Things toppling, these weird whispers... Sometimes I even hear this weird whisper as if someone's trying to tell me something in this weird language. Then I'd hear clothes being dragged around upstairs.
It sounds like a long piece of cloth being dragged on the wooden board.
I honestly could go on about how weird this entire house is, but I'd rather not. It would take an entire day to list half of the weird things in this house. I've gotten used to it all.
The Dursleys never get affected by them though, it's as if the ghosts, or whatever the heck they are, are targeting me!
I let out a sigh, maybe I'll explore the attic some other day.
It just rained last night so watering the plants outside is definitely off the list. What to do?
I hummed the song I heard in my dreams as I walked around the house, looking for things to do. I could go through the albums, even though it's forbidden.
The neighbours don't know that though...
I stopped right in-front of the TV in my living room. Right behind the right-side sofa is an entire bookshelf filled with books I've already finished reading, though there's a drawer all the way at the bottom that I'm not allowed to open.
I know, and I'm sure, that the photo albums are in there. The ones I've yet to see.
Peeking outside the window, I noticed none of my neighbours are home. How coincidental. I made a dash towards said bookshelf, quickly opening said drawer.
I was right, I found photo albums in said drawer. I opened them and to my confusion, all the photos were empty!
I flipped through all of them, there were 5 large photo albums, 2 of them were empty. The other three filled with photos of when my stepbrother was a baby... And when I appeared in-front of the Dursley's front door wrapped in nothing but a blanket and an envelope on top...
That's depressing.
With a small frown, I returned the albums back into the drawer and closed it. I always thought maybe I came from an orphanage. But seeing how I was just left in-front of the doorstep like that with an envelope... Do my parents not want me as well?
I mean maybe I cried a lot... And pooped. And peed. But I couldn't have been that bad as a baby...
Right?
Again, sorry for the short chapters.
The only reason I could give for this is that I didn't want to reveal too much, don't want this book to end up with only like, 10 chapters or so.
P.S: My computer is just laggy as heck, which means I can't create a cover for this book. I'd appreciate if someone could help with it, though I won't be able to repay you in money, all I can do is give you credit. ^^"
P.P.S: If anyone's interested, message me. Thankssss
