Chapter two

by Rosa241

Okay, so i know this is a little wierd but please give it a chance!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything, all characters and associated things belong to JK Rowling

Harry sat up in bed with a start as he awoke, he hands flying immediately to the lightning shaped scar on his forehead. That dream had been clear and horrifying, there was something so real about it, something...his thoughts were interrupted as Dudley snored loudly from the next room. At least he could sleep through.

Harry lay against the wall as he put his glasses on. He couldn't help but think about it, he knew what Ron would say. He knew his friend would simply tell his it was a dream, nothing more. Of course he'd always had dreams about Voldemort – well since the end of his first year at Hogwarts at least! – so the dream as such was nothing really to be worried about. Usually they resulted in the death of himself or of his friends, but this was different. This man he'd seen he had never met in his life he was sure of it.

It was now as he thought that he realised he couldn't really remember the dream vividly, he remembered the basic bits and pieces but for the most part his mind was a blank. Much as he tried he couldn't bring the image of Voldemort to his face. He wasn't entirely sure he wanted to, just thinking about him made his stomach knot with anger. He'd never known true hatred, not even for his so called 'family' he'd been forced to live with.

It was now in the dead of the night that he liked the house the best. His aunt and uncle sound asleep, Dudley sat on his computer stuffing his face with contraband chocolate and sweets he'd smuggled home underneath his mothers' nose. His diet had come as somewhat of a shock to the fat teen. How Dudley managed to get so fat was beyond even his wildest imaginations? Of course Dudley had managed to sneak home sweats from his 'friends' at school, much to the chagrin of aunt petunia who was driving herself mad wondering why her 'sweet little dudders' wasn't losing weight, whilst Uncle Vernon merely insisted Dudley would grow into himself when he was slightly older – Harry meanwhile thought that growing was the last thing his cousin needed to do! Lord knows he was fat enough as it was!

It was thinking about his family that made a sudden thought jump into his head – he did have another relative...well a godfather anyway. Jumping across the room he snatched up the parchment and quill that lay scattered on the floor and scratched down a quick note.

Dear Sirius,

Sorry to bother you so soon after my last letter but I'm not sure who to ask. Last night I had a wierd dream about him when I woke up my scar was hurting. Thing it the last time that happened was when he was close, but he can't be close to here can he?

I don't suppose you know what this is, I'm ask Hermione but she'd only panic.

Things aren't too bad here, Uncle Vernon's still paranoid that your going to come and torture him if he's not nice to me. If it's at all possible I think Dudley's gotten fatter! Seriously you should see him he'd like the side of a house.

Love Harry x

Scanning over the letter one last time he quickly folded it and waited for Hedwig to return. He couldn't wait for tomorrow, just ten more hours and he was gone from here for another year. Mr Weasley had somehow gotten tickets for the Quidditch world cup and had invited Harry along. Ron had been so excited – well that's what he assumed from the letter which stated that Oliver Wood (Gryffindor's Quidditch captain) was also coming seeing as he was Percy's best friend.

Harry had never really understood their relationship; they were polar opposites of each other. Oliver was sporty, couldn't really careless about lessons and was one of the most popular people he knew, Percy on the other hand was ridiculously intelligent (frighteningly so), hated Quidditch with a passion and enjoyed his own company. Harry had always assumed that they'd been forced together for so long (being the only two Gryffindor's of their year) and it was just natural now. Apparently, he had learnt from the twins late last year, they were genuinely good friends. Despite having nothing in common – nothing at all – they got on unbelievably well.

A tap on the window interrupted his thoughts. Hedwig floated outside the window chirping loudly. Harry quickly let her in before Uncle Vernon had chance to wake and moan all over again – Hedwig was not top on his Christmas card list. Looking at his watch he sighed loudly, realising he would soon be forced to get up once more and endure a painfully disgusting breakfast.

Okay please let me know what you think? Should I continue with this? Or not?