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Authors note: Please read the thing before this. Dont judge the story completly on this, though it is close. In this chapter Im just bringing you into what Harrys been feeling.
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Harry shuddered in the dark, it had been another nightmare. If anyone saw him like this they'd think he had another nightmare about dark wizards or somthing. He wished thats what this was, atleast that he knew how to fight. Tears ran down his face as he thought about the dream, it shouldnt affect him like this. It wasnt *that* bad. The door had shut, and locked, and the walls turned a deep crimson as the liquid puddled at his feet. All he could see was blood, and even after he had awakened, he could still smell it in the air. What worried Harry was his drowning in the blood had made him feel safe. Thats what scared him. Not the dream, but his acceptance of it, his warmth in it. It had not been the first time, the nightmares had started almost a month before that, right before returning to his seventh year at Hogwarts. Harry felt the pain in his stomach again, almost like hunger, but too weak to describe. Those pains started about the same time as the dreams, and he didnt know if they had anything to do with one another. But before Harry could worry about it, he was falling back asleep. It was almost six a.m., tommarrow was Saturday, and Harry couldnt have been more happy. He had been having trouble sleeping at night, and almost falling asleep in his classes from lack of it. He didnt plan on getting up the next morning. Though his friends had been worried about him, he was afrad they would ruin his planned day of sleep. They said he was eating funny, not enough then too much, plus his lack of sleep. Harry didnt notice it too much, then again he had felt seperated from them all lately. He didnt know what it was, but he just felt completely out of place. He sighed as his eyelids slud shut, he'd worry about it when he woke up....
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Thats it for now, ill be continuing very soon.