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Can Dreams Come True ? by LaOBoyBenny

Format: Short story
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 520
Status: WIP

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Scenes of a Sexual Nature

Genres: Horror/Dark, Mystery, Action/Adventure
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, Draco, Ginny
Pairings: OC/OC

First Published: 05/02/2006
Last Chapter: 05/24/2006
Last Updated: 05/24/2006

Harry has a dream that changes his life and shows the true meaning of his life.

Chapter 1: R . A . B
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It had now been a full year since Harry saw the white tomb, since it had happened, it seemed longer. Harry had grown over the summer, taller and surprisingly gained a little bit more meat, yet Mrs.Weasley still refused to let Harry leave until he had seconds. He missed Mrs.Weasley’s cooking, staying with Ron and his family and watching them argue constantly, when his older twin brothers would pick on him, and especially …… seeing her.
After the funeral, He visited the Dursley’s entering their house without saying a word to anyone. After 30 minutes in his room, Uncle Vermon finally realized Harry was up in the attic and heard his striding against his weight up the stairs. BANG. “If you think you can just barge in and go up in this room like you own this place! Think twice boy, I wont stand for it! You either obey my rules or get out” He struggled to finish the last sentence until his wife came running in “VERMON! OUR DOORS WIDE OPEN!” she said faintly. “It’s just him” He muttered. Harry didn’t know how to begin… but he knew he had to explain. “We need to talk” saying it without losing tone. “Excuse me? I’ll do the entire talking boy, and you listen here – “shocked he didn’t finish. Harry had now risen from the bed he had been sitting on for almost 45 minutes now, and had been standing tall with his wand at his uncle’s throat. “I have news, now you listen” He said quickly. “Dumbledore… is dead” the last word seemed hard to spit out, after finishing he felt weak, and sat back on the bed. Harry told them only what they needed to know, and how this would be the last year he would stay here because he was turning 17.. and he would be an adult now. They both asked questions between the story like “Well isn’t there security in that bloody school? Not even cameras” Uncle Vermon said, he had now noticed they both had bags under their eyes and it was almost morning. He was surprised by their reaction, it almost seemed like they understood his pain, but they didn’t. Aunt Petunia went downstairs, “Breakfast will be ready soon, so don’t go to sleep yet”, Along with her husband behind and shutting the door.
Just has he had finally laid his head on the hard bed, it was like a shiny white thunder had flown out his window, with two eyes and small petite like claws gripping some sort of parchment. Opening the window, not really curious he gripped the letter from Hedwig and opened.

Open the locket, get ready to leave,
I’ll be coming soon.

- R. A. B.

Without a second thought, not deciding weather this could be a trick, or how this person knew where to find Harry did not bother him, deciding now to waste anymore time he grabbed the locket which seemed to ominously glow a goldish red color. It didn’t feel cold at all like before, it was warmer now, a more holy feeling almost.

Crack ! .. it was the sound of someone apparting..