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Title: Harry Dreams?

Contributors: bloodyboypotter

Edited by: Carla Lute

Posted: 2005-10-13

Game Date: July 30^th?

Disclaimer: No one at Levicorpus owns Harry Potter, the world or its characters. We just like to play in J.K. Rowling’s world.

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Harry spent his days in the Burrow trying his best to not have to talk about his trip and just enjoy the busy admosphere of a house that was in the thick of preparing for a wedding. He was quite glad that everyone seemed to be alright with him just being alive rather than knowing what he'd done. To be truthful, nothing happened that was worth re-telling. He didn't find anything. About the only thing he did was rough it in the hills of Scotland, searching for anything that might bring him closer to his last appointed goal from Dumbledore.

He was sitting in Ron's room, away from the hustle and bustle for the moment, flipping through one of Ron's Quidditch magazines. When he realized he'd read the same line 4 or 5 times now and hadn't let it sink in, he closed the magazine and shifted to lay down, hands behind his head, eyes closed for a moment.

It took him mere minutes to fall into another deep sleep. He now noticed that his scar was on a constant dull throbbing, but since he was so used to it, he paid it no mind.

He was flying through clouds, unsupported by anything. He was smiling, happy, free. He flapped his wings -- wait, wings? He turned his head and noticed two gorgeous white wings, like those of a snowy owl. He then realized that he WAS an owl. He began to fly faster, swoop in and out of clouds, enjoying the freedom that came with flying without a broom. He looked down one last time, the ground was very far off. Something came streaking out from between the clouds towards him. He only had a second to realize that it was a jet of green light before it struck him. He let out a screech of pain and his vision went dark.

Opening up his eyes quickly, Harry realized with horror that he knew why Hedwig hadn't come back. He sat up slowly and looked to the window. Was she really gone? Was this just a bad dream? Or was it his natural ability to watch things through others that had kicked in? He wiped his brow with a hand and sat there, shoulders slumped, hands in his lap, fearing the worst.

Where was she? How could he find out? Did the Ministry have a way of tracking owls? Harry sat there, staring at the sunlight cascading through the open window and striking the bed. He watched little bits of dust float around in the ray of light, trying his hardest to think, and coming up completely blank.

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