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The Dream.
Harry felt drained after the last year's events. He had been having nightmares about Voldemort every night and was having trouble sleeping. Harry drew in his journal while he waited for the sun to rise that among other things seemed to help him stay sane at least. He didn't know how long he might keep himself from falling asleep, and this was his third night without sleep he felt tired, irritated and anxious. That may be due to lack of sleep, but he could not seem to get the reptile man out of his head. It was Dudley's birthday today, and he knew how annoying he was going to be. He thanked Merlin for his relatives, who had kept him from reliving his past for so long.
When Harry raised his head from his book, he saw birds flying back and forth across the gently shimmering sky, which was a blend of pink and gold. Just in time to hear his aunt yell at him, he stood up from his chair stretched and walked downstairs to do his daily tasks. He allowed the cold air into the kitchen by opening the window, he loved the fresh morning air. Among other things, he had to make Dudley a special breakfast, weed the garden, clean the home, and do the laundry. When the Dursley’s are pleased, the tasks would be small, and when they were moody the tasks would be greater even though they have nothing to do.
"Boy, you better not mess this day up or it will be the last thing you ever do in this house." Mr. Dursley spoke as he waddled into the kitchen. Harry merely nodded and resumed his task, bored out of his mind. He pondered what life would be like at the Weasleys; at the very least, they liked him. But maybe not that much as he assumed.
"Hurry up, my little Dudleykins will wake up anytime from now and we don't want you to ruin the mood." His aunt mentioned going to her spouse in the living room. They normally had him do things he despised and had at least five remarks to pick from, but this summer was different; he was grateful for the hard effort they were putting him through. With sore muscles and his hands trembling he took the frying pan and started frying eggs.
"WHERE ARE MY PRESENTS!" Dudley yelled as he dashed towards the living room. Harry saw this as his cue to depart and tend to the garden. His aunt and uncle didn't want him in the house anyway, and he didn't want to think about how lonely he had been all summer. He had friends back at Hogwarts, and he had gotten many gifts from them and their families, but he couldn't understand why they hadn't written to him all summer, especially now that Voldemort has returned. He pondered whether Hermione was with Ron in the burrow enjoying themselves and not caring about him.
Harry felt a wave of sleepiness while gardening and decided to take a rest under the window where Mr and Mrs Dursley were listening to the afternoon news. This appeared to be a habit he had developed following last year's catastrophe. He needed to know about any disappearances that could have occurred since it was the only way to keep track of Voldemort. So far, nothing; he kept wondering how nothing had changed since he last saw him. He could have asked the others, but since they hadn't talked at all this summer, he was a little annoyed with them, so he decided to explore on his own. He had thought of running away from the Dursleys several times but always squashed the idea as soon as it came. Dumbledor said it was the only safe haven for him he believed him at least he wanted to but there were always doubts. He wished to be in the wizarding world like a normal wizard without and worries or dark lord threatening his life he just wanted to be normal.
He closed his eyes as he listened to the news anchor's voice and felt the wind on his sweaty skin. He was exhausted and simply wanted to lie there and never wake up. He imagined his life if his parents were living. He imagined having a younger sister and going on a picnic at the lakeside park. He hoped things were like that, but perhaps with Sirius if he was granted his freedom. He wondered how he was doing. After all his Godfather was another prisoner wherever he was.
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"We must stop this." Said a red headed woman who was pacing back and forth with what seemed to be a bundle of clothes in her hands. The woman abruptly paused and looked up at the man with piercing green eyes. ‘What is this?’ Harry questioned himself.
"You know he would not stop until he gets what he wants." She proceeded. Her eyes filled with ushed tears. She lifted the bundle of clothes and pressed it close to her chest.
“Lily, sweetheart, you know we can’t give him the child. Merlin knows what he will do with him.” The man spoke. Harry gasped realizing that his parents were in front of him.
“Mum...Dad...I...mi...miss...ed...yo...u” he stuttered but they did not seem to hear him.
“Dumbledore said all we must do is lay low for a while. We will be fine.” Said James trying to calm his wife.
"AND WHAT ABOUT THE INNOCENT LIVES THAT ARE BEING LOST AS WE SPEAK?" Lily yelled with frustration at the turn of events. She placed the bundle of clothes that looked like sleeping infant Harry in the crib. She exited the room, leaving her husband to follow her.
“Lily, just be reasonable right now. We can start all over in another continent away from Voldemort.” He spoke.
“AND LEAVE OUR FRIENDS TO DIE IN A WAR THAT WE STARTED?” she said. She approached the kitchen and placed the kettle on the stove.
"We did not start the war... we...just..." He couldn't complete his statement because there was a loud bang at the front door. Lilly dashed up the stairs to young Harry's room, as James searched for his wand. Another boom woke Harry, who was screaming at the top of his lungs. There was another thud, followed by a crack, and the door just shattered. James decided to head upstairs and give up on finding his wand instead of going to Harry's room.
“Just give me the child and I will spear the both of you” a voice said. James turned towards lily silently borrowing her wand. She gave it to him and took harry from the crib.
“We will never do that.” James stated and Voldemort opened the door scanning for the child. As soon as he spotted the child he smiled and walked forward.
“Please he is just a child!” Lily said. Harry could only just watch as his parents tried to protect his younger self. James moved to duel with Voldemort, but it was too late the death curse was already activated and he fell lifeless on the floor.
“Just give me the child. You don’t have to get hurt.” Lily shook her head violently holding harry even more closer to her body.
“Very well. Avada Kedavra.” Voldemort said with a bored tone. Harry watched as his mother fell to the ground petrified. Voldemort then moved to Harry’s crib laughing triumphantly. He picked up little harry and...
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"Boy, what are you doing?" Harry was awakened by Uncle Vernon's yell. "Do you think we offer you shelter so you may laze around? Get up, you aren't eating today as punishment for your laziness." He took Harry's arm, dragged him back to his room, and locked him inside. He sat on the side of his bed, trying to recall what he had just dreamed of, but everything was foggy. He remembered being on edge, but that was it. He groaned and resumed sketching in his journal.