Unleashing the Frustrations of Harry Potter: A Desperate Quest for Peaceful Slumber
Chapter 1: Frustrated and Alone
There was a dark and stifling silence in the small, disheveled bedroom at the top of the stairs. The room wasn't much to look at, but it was arguably a great improvement over the cupboard under the stairs.
The shadows of the room held a troubled boy with dark, unruly hair and an unmistakable lightning bolt scar. In torment, he writhed in his bed as he slept.
It was frustration and fear rolled into one. He felt as though he were being held back from something, or perhaps from someone.
When he awoke with a jolt, he found himself hopelessly tangled in the sheets of his bed, soaked in a cold sweat. His heart was pounding fiercely against his chest and he was completely breathless, again.
"Bloody dream!" he growled in aggravation as he struggled to disentangle himself from the jumble of bedding.
Falling back against his pillow with a sigh, he attempted to settle back into the calming silence of reality.
For the last several nights, Harry Potter had been having horrible dreams. Under normal circumstances, this would be nothing new for the Boy-Who-Lived. In fact, he'd grown rather accustomed to fitful nights over the years, but this was different.
Up until then, his dreams were typically filled with screams of his mother begging for his life or visions of Cedric and Sirius being snuffed out before his eyes.
These visions were much more than dreams. They were flashes of memories from events of his life, horrible and frightful, but nonetheless, memories.
In an attempt to improve his nightly lot, Harry had resigned himself to the fact that he would need to master Occlumency. It was his only hope for ever being able to sleep properly again.
As a means to an end, Harry had suffered through countless nights with Professor Snape during his sixth year at Hogwarts. He spent free evenings in the dungeons, trying to block the potions master's repeated neurological invasions of his thoughts and memories.
Spending extra time with his least favorite professor was miserable, but that wasn't the worst of it. His time with Snape actually pulled a close second to THE END
There was a dark and stifling silence in the small, disheveled bedroom at the top of the stairs. The room wasn't much to look at, but it was arguably a great improvement over the cupboard under the stairs.
The shadows of the room held a troubled boy with dark, unruly hair and an unmistakable lightning bolt scar. In torment, he writhed in his bed as he slept.
It was frustration and fear rolled into one. He felt as though he were being held back from something, or perhaps from someone.
When he awoke with a jolt, he found himself hopelessly tangled in the sheets of his bed, soaked in a cold sweat. His heart was pounding fiercely against his chest and he was completely breathless, again.
"Bloody dream!" he growled in aggravation as he struggled to disentangle himself from the jumble of bedding.
Falling back against his pillow with a sigh, he attempted to settle back into the calming silence of reality.
For the last several nights, Harry Potter had been having horrible dreams. Under normal circumstances, this would be nothing new for the Boy-Who-Lived. In fact, he'd grown rather accustomed to fitful nights over the years, but this was different.
Up until then, his dreams were typically filled with screams of his mother begging for his life or visions of Cedric and Sirius being snuffed out before his eyes.
These visions were much more than dreams. They were flashes of memories from events of his life, horrible and frightful, but nonetheless, memories.
In an attempt to improve his nightly lot, Harry had resigned himself to the fact that he would need to master Occlumency. It was his only hope for ever being able to sleep properly again.
As a means to an end, Harry had suffered through countless nights with Professor Snape during his sixth year at Hogwarts. He spent free evenings in the dungeons, trying to block the potions master's repeated neurological invasions of his thoughts and memories.
Spending extra time with his least favorite professor was miserable, but that wasn't the worst of it. His time with Snape actually pulled a close second to THE END
