Harry Potter and the Order Of the Phoenix [1]
“Voldemort’s here!” yelled Harry as loud as he could. “We have to go!”
This time, they looked at him, and Harry felt relief come over him. Then, he felt a hand come over his shoulder, and squeeze down hard. He didn’t even have to turn around to see who it was that was holding onto him… the bony fingers gave it all away.
“Give me the boy…” Voldemort hissed.
“You already know we won’t,” said Harry’s dad.
“We had an agreement,” said his mom, setting the bundle down into a cradle next to her that seemed to have just appeared. What agreement? Harry never knew that his parents had ever made some sort of deal with Voldemort.
“Yes, well… that agreement did not benefit me enough to continue it,” said Voldemort. “I would rather just take the boy now.”
“Never,” said both of Harry’s parents together.
“If you will not give him to me, then I will take him by force!” yelled Voldemort, brandishing his wand. Harry saw his father immediately respond by taking his out too. But, he wasn’t fast enough.
“Avada Kedavra!” yelled Voldemort. The familiar green flash brightened the white oblivion round them… where had the world gone? It seemed to have all just disappeared.
That was the last thing on Harry’s mind, though. He saw his father be hit by the Killing Curse, and fall to the ground with a large thud. He was dead.
“No! James!” yelled Harry’s mom, running over to him.
“Now give me the boy and you shall live,” said Voldemort, pointing his wand right at Harry’s mom.
“I shall never hand him over to you, even if it means my death!” she said.
“Very well then…” said Voldemort. “Avada Kedavra!”
The world flashed green again, and Harry’s mom collapsed to the floor, right on top of James. Voldemort walked over to the cradle that the baby version of Harry was in. He gave a sickening version of a smile, and pointed his wand right at Harry, and mumbled the Killing Curse.
Suddenly, there was a massive explosion like none Harry had ever experienced before. It was as if a nuclear bomb went off right in front of his eyes. The entire world turned black for an instant, and Voldemort, and his mom and dad were blown away. It lasted for only a second though… and Harry was back in his white, infinite oblivion… all alone this time.
“Harry…”, came a voice. It was a soft, soothing voice that was barely loud enough to be heard. Harry ran toward where he thought the voice was coming from, though the world around him was appearing to get lighter.
“Harry…” This time, the voice was slightly louder. Harry ran faster… maybe it was his mom! Maybe she didn’t die after all! The voice rang out again, and again and Harry ran faster and faster, not caring that he was getting tired.
“Harry!”, yelled the voice. It was not soothing at all this time, it was instead very harsh and loud. The world around Harry was spinning now, with many colors. The voice was yelling at him almost every second, and the world was coming into a blurry focus. Harry shook his head, rubbed his eyes and looked around. He was in a small room… in a bed… with pajamas on… what was going on?
It now came to Harry that he had been dreaming, and was back now in his real life. However, Harry’s real life is nothing like ours. Harry is a wizard. Though, not a full wizard yet. He is still a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Harry threw his covers off himself, and climbed groggily out of bed. Every second he moved, he lost more and more memory of the dream he had. He remembered seeing his mom… and something about Voldemort… but that was it.
He groped around the table next to his bed fro his glasses and put them on. Now his room came into focus and he walked over to his closet to pick out some clothes.
“HARRY!”, yelled the voice. Now Harry knew who was making it, his Aunt Petunia. His door exploded open and his she blasted through.
“Harry get down here this- oh!”, she saw Harry while he was changing