It Doesn't do well to Dwell on Dreams

Chapter 1

Harry Potter hadn't gotten any letters from Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Ginny, or any of his other friends all summer. At this point, he would have been overjoyed to receive a letter form Draco Malfoy---his school rival---telling him how horrible he is. He was beginning to think Dobby was tampering with his mail again.

It was currently the summer after second year. And, for the third time in Harry's school career, a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher was hired at Hogwarts. The position seemed to be cursed, every teacher that got hired left by the end of the year. For example, Quirrel had Voldemort on the back of his head, and died at the end of Harry's first year. Or Lockhart, who was unbelievably narcissistic and tried to Obliviate Ron and Harry using Ron's broken wand. The spell backfired---literally---and he hit himself instead, making him lose all his memories. What's next? A werewolf? Maybe an actually competent teacher?

Let's be honest here, it could be both.

Harry was pulled from his thoughts by  a tap on his window.

The brunette jumped up, winced, and sat back down. Vernon had been in a bad mood and he accidentally burnt breakfast that morning, making his beating worse than normal. He stood up carefully, and walked to the window.

When he opened it, an eagle owl that was twice the size of Headwig flew inside, landing on Headwig's owl perch. It stuck its leg out and waited for Harry to take the letter tied  to it. Actually, it looked more like a note than a proper letter. The wizard untied and opened the note. He read through and was utterly confused.

Harry,

This might sound weird, but I need you to go to the run down old playground down the street from you at 9:30. I'll explain everything there. Please, keep an open mind.

-A Friend

The writing looked too fancy to be Hermione, Ron's handwriting was just as bad if not worse than Harry's, Ginny liked to keep her writing simple instead of being over extravagant, Fred and George's writing were fancy, but not this over-the-top.

'Who could it be?' Harry pondered. The eagle owl flew out the open window and into the darkness beyond.

He glanced at the beat-up alarm clock on the dresser. 9:24. If he didn't leave soon he would miss the meeting this "Friend" had proposed.

'I have magic, if it's an attack I'm not defenceless.'

Harry grabbed his wand and unlocked his door wandlessly as to not trigger the Trace that was on his wand. He left the room and glanced down the hall to ensure there was no one there. He closed and locked the door behind him and crept down the stars. He skipped the second to last stair so it wouldn't creek and opened the front door. A small smile spread across his face and he breathed in the cool night air.

He closed the door silently before running barefoot to the playground.

A/N: It's short, I know. Anyway, do you all like this better? Do you want me to continue the other one? Personally, I like this one better. Oh, feel free to swear and stuff in the comments, I won't stop you. G'day fellow Wattpadians and remember, knives are too informal.