Dreams
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,028
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Dreams
Disclaimer: Don't own nothing and definately not making any money from this
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It all felt so real, she could feel the rain pouring down hitting her clothes and her skin hard leaving her soaked through to the bone. No one being able to tell that she was crying as it was being blended in with the rain. She looked up at the night sky to see bolts of lightening above with the sound of the clashing thunder, she had to hurry she to to be noticed. Unfortunately being noticed was the last thing anyone else cared about.
She could hear the angry mob wanting justice, wrongful justice but justice all the same. Pushing her way through the crowd she tried to get her way to the front of the big who ha of people. Just as she was almost at the doors for the ministry the minister came out with guards dragging the prisoner. He was trying to put up a fight to get free and run but it was no use he was beaten b. Bl. Blood running down his face, and his eyes they were different. As if he aged 10 years in the past few hours. He was screaming something still trying to pull free while the guards beat him. Dragging the lower half of his body along the floor.
The crowd started to cheer for their justice, for the justice of Lilly and James. But they were all wrong, it wasn’t him he was innocent. She tried to push forward more to get to the minister. As she got there the minister just ld atd at her
“I’m sorry” he said turning his back on her and walking off
“He’s innocent” she screamed at everyone but the crowd wasn’t listening and the ministry certainly didn’t want to listen to her.
That’s when he turned and looked at her, his silver grey eyes so sad pleading with her. She ran forward and bent down to him.
“I didn’t do it, don’t believe a word they say”
“I don’t” she managed to sob
She took his head into her hands trying still to hold back the tears but it wasn’t working, and she kissed him on the lips gently.
“I love you Sirius don’t ever forget that”
Just as he was going to reply he was snatched from her hands and dragged away heading towards Azkaban.
She tried to push forward crying and almost screaming but people from the crowd pulled her back. Some hitting her and some spitting on her then they threw her to the ground.
That’s when she woke up, always when she woke up.
Sighing she turned over to look at the time, it was 2am just dandy she thought and got herself out of bed and headed downstairs to the kitchen.
She was hopping all the way down due to the floor being icy cold, great way to wake you up although she didn’t have that problem with her dreams. Once in the kitchen she searched the cupboards pulling out items she needed for her hot chocolate. Heating up the milk she was in a dream like e ste stirring the milk, she shook herself out of it pouring the milk into a cup and stirring the contents of the powder and milk together.
Gathering herself and her drink she headed towards the front room and curled herself up on the sofa with her hot drink, thinking as always what it would have been like if things had been different. She knew she shouldn’t live in the past but sometimes it was so hard with what had happened. In one night she lost all her friends and the life she knew.
Slowly she finished off her drink and she sat there with her eyes half shut about to drift off to sleep when she heard a knock on her front door. At first she thought she imagined it but the second time she knew she hadn’t and raised herself from the sofa slowly heading towards the door, the knocking was getting louder and faster.
“OK OK keep your hair on” she shouted as she unbolted the door.
She slowly peeked out the door to see who it was, but she couldn’t make it out as it was dark and raining. England really needs to stop raining she thought to herself.
“Who is it?” she asked
“It’s me” the man said, she recognised it straight away but it was a voice she had not heard in many years, 15 to be exact. She took the final bolt off the door opening it wider.
“So what do YOU want?” she asked.
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It all felt so real, she could feel the rain pouring down hitting her clothes and her skin hard leaving her soaked through to the bone. No one being able to tell that she was crying as it was being blended in with the rain. She looked up at the night sky to see bolts of lightening above with the sound of the clashing thunder, she had to hurry she to to be noticed. Unfortunately being noticed was the last thing anyone else cared about.
She could hear the angry mob wanting justice, wrongful justice but justice all the same. Pushing her way through the crowd she tried to get her way to the front of the big who ha of people. Just as she was almost at the doors for the ministry the minister came out with guards dragging the prisoner. He was trying to put up a fight to get free and run but it was no use he was beaten b. Bl. Blood running down his face, and his eyes they were different. As if he aged 10 years in the past few hours. He was screaming something still trying to pull free while the guards beat him. Dragging the lower half of his body along the floor.
The crowd started to cheer for their justice, for the justice of Lilly and James. But they were all wrong, it wasn’t him he was innocent. She tried to push forward more to get to the minister. As she got there the minister just ld atd at her
“I’m sorry” he said turning his back on her and walking off
“He’s innocent” she screamed at everyone but the crowd wasn’t listening and the ministry certainly didn’t want to listen to her.
That’s when he turned and looked at her, his silver grey eyes so sad pleading with her. She ran forward and bent down to him.
“I didn’t do it, don’t believe a word they say”
“I don’t” she managed to sob
She took his head into her hands trying still to hold back the tears but it wasn’t working, and she kissed him on the lips gently.
“I love you Sirius don’t ever forget that”
Just as he was going to reply he was snatched from her hands and dragged away heading towards Azkaban.
She tried to push forward crying and almost screaming but people from the crowd pulled her back. Some hitting her and some spitting on her then they threw her to the ground.
That’s when she woke up, always when she woke up.
Sighing she turned over to look at the time, it was 2am just dandy she thought and got herself out of bed and headed downstairs to the kitchen.
She was hopping all the way down due to the floor being icy cold, great way to wake you up although she didn’t have that problem with her dreams. Once in the kitchen she searched the cupboards pulling out items she needed for her hot chocolate. Heating up the milk she was in a dream like e ste stirring the milk, she shook herself out of it pouring the milk into a cup and stirring the contents of the powder and milk together.
Gathering herself and her drink she headed towards the front room and curled herself up on the sofa with her hot drink, thinking as always what it would have been like if things had been different. She knew she shouldn’t live in the past but sometimes it was so hard with what had happened. In one night she lost all her friends and the life she knew.
Slowly she finished off her drink and she sat there with her eyes half shut about to drift off to sleep when she heard a knock on her front door. At first she thought she imagined it but the second time she knew she hadn’t and raised herself from the sofa slowly heading towards the door, the knocking was getting louder and faster.
“OK OK keep your hair on” she shouted as she unbolted the door.
She slowly peeked out the door to see who it was, but she couldn’t make it out as it was dark and raining. England really needs to stop raining she thought to herself.
“Who is it?” she asked
“It’s me” the man said, she recognised it straight away but it was a voice she had not heard in many years, 15 to be exact. She took the final bolt off the door opening it wider.
“So what do YOU want?” she asked.