Entries for various Blog Challenges.I will be expressing my hopes,dreams and fantasies. |
Prompt: Chapter Title: The scar Harry wakes up after his dream about Voldemort and Wormtail killing the Muggle gardener at Riddle House, Frank Bryce Harry woke up all scared and was glad it was just a dream. Would Voldemort and Wormtail ever be this evil and mean? No. Harry closed his eyes and decided to go back to sleep. It started to storm. A half hour later, Harry was still awake. He heard laughter and he always thought Hogwarts was haunted. He was a wizard and he shouldn't be afraid of anyone or anything ever. Harry looked at his arm. A scar had appeared. He never had a scar any where. It was an old scar. He was puzzled. He kept starring at his arm and it was still storming outside. Two hours since his dream. The white owl flew into his room. Too scary. Suddenly, his scar was bright red! It burned. Harry screamed and the owl flew over and pink powder blew on his arm. The scar was gone. A knock on his door startled him and he yelled. "Harry, it's the gardener. What is wrong?" Harry told him to come in. Harry didn't tell the gardener his dream but they played chess and Harry felt better. The gardener left and Harry went back to sleep. It was just a dream. Life was strange. ** Image ID #2120652 Unavailable ** |