A Young Wizard's Journey - The Chamber of Secrets

In Reserve

It had been a while, a very long while, since he had been here. But he hadn't forgotten. Had always been wondering when he would come back.

'Of course it'd be after today' muttered Y/N as the wind whipped through his hair. He readied his wand, waiting, listening. There it was again, the slithering noise. Much like the one he'd heard in the forest.

'Lumos!' his wand tip ignited and he watched the hem of the cloak whip away behind the nearby trees. He broke into a sprint after it, his wand held high. He regularly cast sparks after the retreating figure, aiming for the robe, but they all seemed to ricochet off as if hitting some invisible barrier. So he simply kept running, hopping over the roots and through the leaves.

There, approaching in the distance were the now familiar walls of Hogwarts castle, then, for the first time ever he saw something. Along the outskirts, a flash of red, almost like fire and something fluttering down. He doubled his approach, he had to know.

'Hell yes I do! In the same way I defy yours Bellatrix! Stupefy!'

There it was again, that same voice. But he'd never heard that incantation before.

'You will not take Y/N!'

He'd always suspected, and his mum had even told him as such, but the moment he heard that line, he knew.

'Dad!' Y/N called and he sprinted towards the wall where he'd seen the fire. There was more of the cloak now, he'd normally lost sight of it by this point but he was following and gaining and then he heard that same voice from the year before. That same high, cold voice.

'My faithful Death Eaters, my loyal Death Eaters. Couldn't even stop one man from getting a child away from me?'

'Not this time Voldemort,' grunted Y/N as he followed the cloak closely. He burst through the trees into a small clearing just as there was a blinding flash of green light...

And he jumped awake again.

He felt the anger bubble in his stomach. So long. He'd had to wait so long to get the dream again. Finally it had reappeared, he'd made so much progress and yet still, he had not been able to stop it, to see, to know.

He threw himself out of bed and marched down into the Gryffindor common room. It was still pitch-black outside but he didn't care. He couldn't be in that room anymore. He sat himself down on the floor of the common room and closed his eyes, trying desperately to remember or picture anything he could.

His dad's voice came swimming back into his mind.

'You will not take Y/N!'

'Dad,' he heard his voice shake as he said it. His weakness didn't help his situation, he was angry, he didn't want to be sad. His anger was rising. He could feel it rippling through him and almost felt as though it was travelling out, wrapping around things, pulsing. It felt almost like his sense.

He could see pieces of furniture, the curtains, they were all swimming across his vision.

'Y/N!'

His eyes snapped open, and several dull thuds echoed around the room. He turned to his eyes towards the speaker and saw Ron watching him from the stairs.

'What the bloody hell was that?' Ron asked, watching him

'What was what?'

'The furniture, the curtains.'

'What about them?' Y/N asked, looking around at them.

'They were floating.'

'What?'