Images of a raven haired boy flashed though his mind, one after the next. The boy being thrown into a cupboard, cradling his injured arm. The boy in a rundown shack in the middle of nowhere, a giant man standing in the doorway. He was standing in a robe shop, meeting another familiar looking boy, nervously hoping for friendship. He was holding his poisoned arm now, telling a redheaded girl to leave. He was running in a forest, a girl next to him, and howling coming from behind. The boy was now in graveyard, looking in horror at a corpse, tears streaming down his face. An innocent man fell through the archway, the boy's painful screams following. He was now being thrown in a near barren bedroom, tears falling from his emerald eyes, bruises littering his body.
I sat up in bed, heart racing, panting, unable to regain my breath. What the hell was that? I glanced around the room, immediately noticing the other fair haired man sitting in the chair across the room. My eyes narrowed in confusion.
"Father? What happened?" I asked breathlessly, unable to hold back the question, somehow knowing he was here about my recent dreams.
His pained eyes met my own. "Please, allow me to explain."
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The Seer
FanfictionWhen Harry starts having strange dreams at night, blocking the nightmares, he doesn't question his newfound luck. Will he finally escape his abusive relatives? However, he might do just that when he finds out why he has them, and how it can be used...
