The Legilimens: Harry Potter

CHAPTER 1: THE BURROW AGAIN

Harry Potter and all the other characters belong to the queen J.K. Rowling.

CHAPTER 1: THE BURROW AGAIN

Harry was breathing heavily as he woke up tangled in bedsheets and the cold sweat nearly drenching him wet. He thought about the dream he just had and the fact that his scar prickling after nearly three years. The ugly small man in his dream was without any doubt Voldemort and he was accompanied by Peter Pettigrew. Pettigrew had successfully found Voldemort and they were in a village called Little Hangleton, most probably the place where Voldemort's father lived. They had killed a woman named Bertha Jorkins, who he realised was a Ministry worker and she had a memory charm placed on her by someone which Voldemort had apparently broken. They were talking about a faithful servant of Voldemort's, whom everyone thought was dead but he was indeed alive. Then they had killed a muggle named Frank Bryce. He felt the dread settling in his stomach as he remembered the words Trelawney, their Divination teacher had predicted – 'The Dark Lord will rise again with his servant's aid, greater and more terrible than ever before.'

So would that mean Voldemort would rise again?

What would become of him then?

Voldemort was also planning on killing him, but what unnerved him even more was that Voldemort needed him.

Did that mean Voldemort needed him to rise to power?

But how?

He looked at the time and realised that it was four in the morning. He knew he won't get any sleep after this. Getting out of his tangled bedsheets, he debated on whether he should inform Sirius about this. Perhaps telling his godfather, Sirius Black about this dream would help him get it down and perhaps if Sirius thought it was something serious he could inform Dumbledore then.

If Harry had his parents he would have told them about this and perhaps his mother would have hugged him and would have tried to comfort him, but he didn't have that as an option now, did he? Sirius was something closest to his parent he could ever get, and perhaps writing to him would indeed make him feel better. And of course he won't go to his Uncle or Aunt for some comforting words (he shuddered at the thought of either his Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia hugging him, yes that day Harry would surely die, a feat Voldemort could not achieve when he was a one year old, and why? Because Harry died of shock. Or perhaps getting hugged by his beefy uncle would choke him to death)

Finally, he sat by his desk and took out a piece of parchment and started writing the letter.

Dear Sirius

Thanks for your last letter. That bird was enormous; it could hardly get through my window.

Things are the same as usual here. Dudley's diet isn't going too well. My aunt found him smuggling doughnuts into his room yesterday. They told him they'd have to cut his pocket money if he keeps doing it, and he got really angry and threw a tantrum like a spoiled little princess. Well, except you can't call Dudley 'little', can you?

I'm fine mainly because the Dursleys are terrified you might turn up and turn them all into bats if I ask you to.

Something very—odd, I guess happened to me today. I had a—kind of a dream—about Voldemort—and he was in his father's house and Wormtail was there with him. Most of the conversation between them was a bit confusing and there are whole lot of a more things—but the gist is—I think Voldemort is gaining power and of course, he is in Britain. After that dream, my scar kept prickling and it hasn't happened to me since First Year. It normally happened when Voldemort was near me. I felt him—sort of. I cannot explain it. What should I do about this?