Harry Potter and the Secrets of Dragons

Dream Issues

Grey eyes widened in shock as green light shot out from the tip of a wand. A body fell limp to the ground and then a pair of red eyes turned towards him, aiming the wand at his heart -

A boy whimpered slightly and turned, nestling under the sheets. He burried his head under the pillow, as if it would keep all the memories and nightmares out. Slowly, he relaxed back to his dreams.

'Come on! You can do better than that!' called a familiar voice filled with maddening laughter. A man dodged a jet of red light, but the next one hit him and he stumbled.
He fell for an eternity -
surprice etched on his face -
back arched graciously -
then time suddenly moved too quickly. He touched the surface of something black, disappearing behind it. He would show up in the other side but there was nothing. Nothing. Nothing -

'No!'

The boy awoke himself by screaming into the pillow. Tears gathered in his eyes as he scrambled to his feet, rushing the the window, flinging it open so fast it hit the wall. For a moment, he hung limp like a dummie, windowsil digging into his midriff.

It rained heavily, water turning the street into a small river, drenching his pyjamas in mere seconds. By sheer willpower he managed to pull controll his breathing and slowly the water on his face turned from salty to sweet summer rain. He returned to the bed, leaning against the wall. and staring unseeingly through tht eopen window where heavy courtains of rain swayed back and forth in the wind. A large white owl soared in through the window, her wings making small dropplets of water fly across the room. She sat on his lap and nippled his earlobe affectinately. He patted her mechanicly. The darkness made them look ghostlike; her white feathers silvery and his emerald eyes empty of all feelings. His cheeks where full of hollow shadows, his hair meling into the darkness.

A few minutes later his eyes were filled with rage and the hand petting the owl had stopped. She unfolded her large wings and flew the short distance to her cage. At once the boy rose and opened the wardobe, glaring at the mirror. Damp black hair was lifted aside to reveal a lightning shaped scar on his forehead. I once liked that bloody scar. Now it's only in my way.

Looking round he found nothing but the owl and the picture of himself to glare at.

'I can't even sleep anymore,' he whispered hoarsly. 'Can't anything about me be normal for once?'

The owl seemed to yawn and roll her eyes at this, though it went unnoticed by the furoius teenager. Grumpily he flopped down on the bed again. He stared into thin air a moment before hitting his head against the pillow.

'I killed them, didn't I? I failed to live up to that stupid herotitle. Who came up with it anyway? Idiot.'

Once again he glared at the room and returned to hitting his head against the pillow, though this time harder. Several thumps later he sighed and turned to the wall, easily slipping into the slumber he had gone used to.

It was cold. Really cold. His body felt slim, strong the floor scratching his belly. Hunger ravaged his veins but his Master was calling. Moving forward over the uneven floor -

A giant snake creapt out of the shadows and whimpering noices came from behind him. He only smirked and watched the two white-blond men who stood close to the wall. Glee filled him when he watched the younger one. Both of them bowed deeply.

'We are here, Master,' said the older.

'How nice of you to look by, Lucius,' he wheezed back. The snake seated between his legs. 'Any news?'

'Nothing, My lord. It seems as Fudge has began to listen to Dumbledore. He's harder to convince, the fool.'

'The only fools I know of are all related to the Muggles, Lucius. But never mind, whe have onlookers. Enjoy yourself, Harry?

And for the second time that night, Harry Potter awoke with a start. Though this time his scar burned hot, his eyes were filled with the sight of Draco Malfoy's perpelxed face and Voldemorts laughter rung in his ear. White jolts of pain soared through his head when he fumbled after quill, ink and parchment.

Dear Professor Dumbledore...