The Truth Or Maybe Not!

The Truth Or Maybe Not?

Darkness. The black fog congests my lungs and it's hard to breath. I fumble for my glasses, but alas, to no avail. Suddenly, an intense and chilling laughter breaks out. My spine goes numb for a second. "Harry Potter! Your heart is mine!" My stomach churns and I get all sick. Out of the shadows Voldemort emerges! His red eyes glints at me and he hisses loudly. "Avada Ked...!"

Suddenly everything freezes. It's like something out of a movie. Voldemort is staring into the black and vile nothingness. A loud crackling sound appears and everything disintegrates. Into digits like straight out of a computer... I scream, but no sound comes out...

That's when I wake up. Soaked in my own sweat, the only sound being heard is Neville's loud snoring. I open my bed curtains and goes down to the Common room. My head is pounding and my scar is burning... My dream. It was too real to be a dream. The way everything ceased up. The numbers raining into nothingness.

I walk to my favorite chair that is at the fireplace. The old chair that's all patched up, but still very soft. I slump into the chair and close my eyes. "Doesn't dreaming make you feel alive?" A voice, faint crackling voice. " It makes you wonder what is real and what is fictional doesn't it?" The voice goes on. It gets more clearer. "But still Harry, you are not ready for this truth... But I will offer you a chance to see a another world...Interested?" I nodded, not knowing that the voice belonged to a head that was poking out of the fireplace. "Stretch out your hand, Harry," a hand emerged from the flames. "and hold tight!" I stretched out and suddenly I went all cold and everything went black.

"I slowly opened my eyes to discover that everything was crystal clear. I used my finger to tip up my glasses, but to my surprise they were gone!" The voice was crystal clear now. "Magnificent, is it not, Mr.Potter? The way the human species, both wizards and Muggles have been fooled by this so-called reality... It sickens me," the man spit and mumbled curses. He was wearing a black coat and dark, reflective sunglasses. He looked and behaved like a Muggle, but it was something about his way of speech that made him like a higher being. An enlightened one, you might say. I looked around and discovered I was in some sort of ship. I could hear metallic screeches wailing outside. "Mr.Potter, there is not much time, but I will tell you this... Your godfather is here." My first reaction was utter shock, but was soon replaced with joy. "But he is not ready to meet you yet. Your meeting is not destined yet and everything must go as the prophecy has predicted. My heart leapt over this sentence and I clenched my fists in anger. Sirius, one of my best friends were here and this would be the first time I would see him since the visit in the Department Of Mysteries. My thoughts were gathering. The veil in the Department Of Mysteries is a way of traveling here. How else could Sirius be here? "Now, go young one! You are the boy that will change the future along with The One. But your role is back in the fictionalized world. I will see you again!" With those last words I sensed a metallic object pierce the back of my head and darkness fell upon me again.

After so many years, I still find myself trying to solve this mystery. This man, Sirius and his explanation of the so-called truth... When I came to, a note was curled up in my hand and it said: "Be on your watch and you will discover the truth. Time stands still here. We will be waiting for the day that you'll be back.

M.