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(A/N): To those of you who were waiting for me to update my other stories, I'm sorry. I am probably not going to bother with those. If you want to try and use those stories message me or something about it. This story may seem like Harry Potter and the New Alliance but it is not the same plan.
Fire. Fire and dragons. That was all that Harry Potter could see in his dream. The dragons were all either fighting over something or simply relaxing on cliffs. What was strange about this dream was that Harry didn't have any fears that the dragons might notice him
Then suddenly the dream changed. Now instead of the comfortable warmth he was receiving from the fires of the dream, he was surrounded by the cold, empty feeling of the Department of Mysteries.
"Why do I have to relive this moment again and again and again?" Harry cried as he watched his godfather fall into the veil again.
As soon as Sirius's foot fell through the veil, Harry woke up.
Different. He felt different.
Harry Potter never felt like a normal boy, what with all the dark wizards trying to kill him, the clowns in the political system trying to screw him over, and the idiots in the world who praised his name one second and cursing it the next. No, Harry Potter did not lead a normal life.
Heh. I don't even think I lead my life…Not yet at least. Harry thought.
But throughout his day of doing chores, his whole body itched and no matter what he did, the itch would not go away. He even went as far as to ask the person who was currently on guard duty to try to help him get rid of it. Again, no matter what they did it would not go away.
So how was it. I need answers. And to those of you who are pissed at me for not continuing the other stories, I WILL NOT ABANDON THIS ONE!!!!!!!!!
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