Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Albus Dumbledor, Petunia, Dudley, Vernon or Marge Dursley. Or any Rowling's other character. However, Marc Jonah is mine!
A/N: My first Harry Potter fanfic! Yay!
No. 4 Privet Drive
June 18, 1994
Kill the spare.
Harry James Potter sat up in his bed, panting. It was the same dream that he had had every night since the Triwizard Tournament. Except it wasn't a dream, it was a memory. Every night, he relived Cedric Diggory's death and Voldemort's return.
He put his glasses on and glanced at the new watch that Dudley hadn't liked. 12:21 AM. He sighed, several more hours until dawn.
Harry got out of bed, turned on the light, and grabbed his Potions book. He sighed again as he sat at his desk. He was exhausted, but he knew he would not get back to sleep again.
He pushed his glasses up and began to read.
Petunia Dursley placed two plates of eggs and bacon before her son, Dudley, and her husband, Vernon, just as her nephew sat down at the table, wearing a large, black tee-shirt and baggy blue jeans. She frowned at him. "Where were you? I called you down ten minutes ago."
Harry just glanced at her, his green eyes dull. She didn't expect a response; he hadn't spoken a word since he had been picked up at the train station.
She shook her head and grabbed a piece of toast off of a small plate on the table. She handed the toast to Harry with a frown. "Eat it this time, I don't cook just so you can play with your food."
Harry took the toast, studied it for a moment, then tore off a piece of crust and nibbled at it.
Petunia sighed and sat down, smoothing her dark blue dress. She hated to admit it, but she was getting worried about Harry. He wouldn't speak or eat and woke up screaming each night.
She looked up as Vernon went to get the mail. She bit her lip and took a bite of bacon, reminded. They had received a letter from that 'school'. Apparently, Harry had been in some sort of tournament and one of the other competitors had died, seemingly in front of Harry.
Vernon came back in and set the mail on the table. He glanced at his watch. "Well, I'm off to pick up Marge. See you in a little bit."
He kissed Petunia and Dudley, and then turned to Harry. Harry had torn off another small piece of crust. Vernon frowned. "Harry Potter!"
Startled, Harry looked up, his messy, black hair falling into his eyes. Vernon shook a finger at him. "You had better finish that by the time I get back. Eat it!"
Harry stared at him for a few seconds, then sighed and took a bite.
Satisfied, Vernon grabbed his keys and went out the door.
A/N: Well, what do you think? Please review! I Luv ya 4 ever!