Chapter 6
The Genie
By Never Had Writers Block
Harry stirred from his dreamless sleep. He looked up to the ceiling, the white making him more drowsy, however he turned to his right and picked the glasses from his bedside table, placing them, carefully, as to not poke his eye out, on his head.
He looked round the bedroom, the tree casting itself onto the bedroom floor with its shadow. He looked to the door, hearing a creak, thinking that any moment someone would walk through the door.
He heard a banging, a tapping on the window. He stared, suddenly fixated on it, however all he saw was the tree banging on it. He turned away from it, tucking the covers closer to his neck, hiding, hiding from what was unsure, uncertain, yet unnerving.
He heard a slight creak again, however now he was trying to clear these disturbances that made his spine shiver out of his mind.
Then he decided to get out of bed. He turned and put his slippers on, grabbing his dressing gown.
He creeped out of the bedroom, careful of making a noise, especially on those top few steps on the stairs, which make a creek, all the time you step on it.
He was next to the front door, searching for the door in the total eclipse blackness. He then switched it on, and made his way through the house. Then he saw light, in the garden.
He looked out. He could make out a figure slightly. It stated to move, closer, however still, he was uncertain. Then, and only then, did the figure move swiftly, radiating a light, an aura, coming from it. It then was in front of Harry.
He was being sucked into the earth, life was slipping by. He finally saw the figure, it was stood out fro the black background, the never ending black background.
"Harry Potter, I will show you your, other life. What happened," said the figure, Harry noticed it was a she, "You left you old life for your parents, they died and I will show you how."
He landed on his feet. The genie next to him. He remembered it. It sparked a memory in him, it was his old neighbourhood, Godric Hollows. It was the fountain. His old home was only around the corner from here. Harry saw a cloaked man, no part of him was visible, he was walking quickly, determined, Harry knew who it was. He was now nervous, it was the hooded figure from Halloween, Voldemort, who tried to kill him. He was walking to kill Harry. Harry knew it, for there were children in there costumes. Witches and Wizards, Goblins and Ghouls, Devils and Dragons. One brave child, in a ghost costume went up to the worlds deadliest man, proudly saying "Trick or Treat Mister", he was gone before he reached his mother.
Harry followed the genie till they got outside the house and they went ahead of the dark lord and entered the house, not needing to open the door. He saw his mother go into the upstairs bedroom, but this, this wasn't right, he was meant to be here, from what he was told he stayed there, and grabbed the deadly spell.
"Why am I not here?" Harry asked, however the genie did not awnser.
Voldemort came through the door, James came out, "You won't win Voldemort," he said, bravely in the face of his own death. "How can you stop me? You don't even have a wand?" Voldemort retorted before killing James Potter, Harry screamed, terrified of what was happening.
Harry was glided upstairs on a whiff of smoke, into the bedroom. He saw his mother place himself in the cot, then turned around to face the Reaper.
"No not Harry, take me instead!" she cried, on her knees now, weeping
"Stand up stupid girl, and stand aside," He ordered, however a defiant Lilly kept on crying out "Not Harry" She was gone in a blaze of green.
The baby Harry was sitting, on his own, to face the deadly creature. He looked up, grinning, not knowing who he was grinning at, but reality came, the grin was gone. The wizard was ready for attack, and then, it went wrong.
Harry woke up. He was sweaty and tired, yet he thought he had just been sleeping, or had he been awake. It was confusing. Was it real. But what happened. His parents were alive. How did they die in the dream. He decided, that for now, he should put it behind.
I am going to try to finish the first book, which is first year, by next Sunday
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