Letter from the future

Harry dressed in a daze still thinking about yesterday. ‘It’s just a dream. It was just a dream.’ But deep down he knew it was real.



While dressing it became clearer as he saw the letter and the note he scribbled down.



Harry scand the room but he was alone. ‘The others must have left without me. Probably thought I needed the rest.’ Being a tad disappointed they left him but still grateful he approached the letter. Sitting staring at it for a while he opened and read.



‘This doesn’t make any sense’ Getting confused by the cryptic letter. ‘It’s like the prophesy.’ The letter contained riddle- like sentences making it hard to understand at first sight.



‘Betrayal is at hand...Who’s going to betray me this time?’ Harry mused. ‘How am I going to change anything when it doesn’t say how I should know or when it’s going to happening?’ Trying to see if there was anything telling how to know this he quickly realised that he might not know if they were bad or not. ‘Love is what the masked man will take. Recover it and all the world will change. Change how for better or worse? Does the world hang on the tread of my love?’



He found himself whit an approaching headache. Pocketing the letter he went down for breakfast. Scanning the table he realized he must have slept longer than he thought because the tables were laid out for lunch instead.



“Hi Harry!” His friends greeted him.



He could feel the crowed watching him. ‘Probably wandering when I will flip.’



“Hi guys! I feel so much better now, thanks.” Except the headache. But he didn’t broche it. He could feel them ease up a bit.



*****

Draco had been thinking about Potter and the strange happenings sins yesterday when the subject of his thoughts made an appearance. ‘Finally showing his face.’ Draco pitied he hadn’t drowned himself as he hade imagining Potter doing sins being a no show the whole day.



Seeing Potter die in front of him had brought some very gut wrenching feelings. He had almost embarrassed himself by throwing up. He didn’t understand why he had reacted so strongly, he had seen his grandfather dying. ‘Must have been the blood.’



Looking at Potter he looked a little disorientated. He watched the interaction between the Gryffindors and their little pet hero. ‘I wonder if I can get a hold on that letter. It must be pretty important if he somehow got here to deliver it to himself.’



Draco had always prided himself for being curious. And when it came to Potter he was his favourite subject. There was always some mystery around him to sometimes use for his own gain. But he had jet to find that one thing making Potter beg at his feats. Maybe that letter was the key to Potters downfall. ‘I must get that letter to any cost.’



Draco’s thought wandered to the Potter yesterday finally beating the hay. He had been a lot different. Goodbye scruffy clothes. This one had actually been wearing clothes that fit. And those jeans had actually shown of a potentially nice as. ‘Bad thoughts Draco! That’s Potter still.’ Even that dead animal he called a hair had really shown of his face instead of looking like a nest. ‘If he looked like that all day maybe he would be able to get laid. Who would want a guy dressy like a homeless person?’ He had hard to understand what all the fan girls was fawning for. Now he was just a walking disaster.



Draco started planning ways to get to the letter all the while keeping a steady eye on Potter.