Fan Fiction ❯ Seeing things to come ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except my Ocs and the academy, everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling.

I know nothing about British hospitals, so if you see anything that shouldn't be, please point it out.

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Alleyne sat across from the Dursleys, a smirk on his lips as he laid the contract on the table between them.

"Sign this and we shall take young Mr. Potter very far away from you." Alleyne stated sternly, he was vaguely disgusted at these creatures sitting before him. They were sojudgementle and close minded at anything they considered odd that they never noticed how strange they themselves were. Vernon Dursley with his girth and close mind and Petunia Dursley with her extreme slenderness and prejudice over anything she deems unnatural. Alleyne felt that both the Dursleys were blind to there own faults, it saddened him that a gifted child such as Harry had found himself in these peoples hands, they would have stifled him.

Vernon gripped the pen tightly as he made quick slashing motions, calling images of knifes slicing, over the contract as he signed his own name before passing the papers over to his wife. Her motions were scrawling, bringing to mind spiderwebs, as she signed her name. Her eyes gazed for a moment at the contract before her lips firmed and she handed it over to Alleyne with a feeling of finality.

Alleyne gathered the papers and put them into a leather bound briefcase that had been sitting on the floor beside his chair before standing. "Its been a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. And Mrs Dursley." He said, a hint of sarcasm tinged his voice when he said pleasure, but neither Dursley noticed. "We will take good care of your nephew." Alleyne shook their hands as the Dursleys mouthed pleasantries. He calmly strode from the house, pleased that he would never again have to see the Dursleys again.

Once Alleyne reached the end of the street, out of sight of any people there, he vanished without a sound, leaving no trace that he had once been there.

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In the hospital where Harry was being treated it was lunch time for the patients, a yummy tray of tasteless foods with a desert of jello.

Harry looked at the tray in front of him, his small nose wrinkled in disgust at the food on it. With a heavy sigh of resignation he slowly picked up his fork and reluctantly began to eat the food.

Nurse Karen looked in, smiling to see at least one of her charges was getting better. She had been very pleased this morning when she had come into the children's ward and found him awake. Dr. Stevenson had said it was good that he had awoken whine he had, the sooner you wake from a concussion the less damage will be done to your brain. She found Harry looked very adorable with his face all crunched up. A normal reaction to hospital food that still brought a laugh to her every time she saw it.

"Now, now Harry, no need to make such a face." Karen said with a chuckle as she made her rounds.

"It doesn't taste very good, miss Karen." Harry said as he looked over at Karen with large shimmery eyes.

Karen laughed and shook her head at Harry,"It will help you get better quicker if you eat it."

Harry pouted, before returning to his food.Karen's steady footsteps as she checked on the other patients was soothing.

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Alleyne reappeared in front of a small house, its brown roof missing a few shingles, its white window shutters closed tight. He strode up and knocked on the red door, once, twice, before an old face peered through the side window. The face vanished just as quickly as it had appeared, causing a small smile to dart across Alleyne's face. He could hear the sound of many locks turning before the door opened up slowly.

"Come in." A harsh voice beaconed from within the dark depths. Alleyne entered the house, closing the door firmly behind him. The locks turned themselves, sealing the door closed once more.

"I didn't expect you until next week, with a young girl," The harsh voice said as Alleyne walked through a dark hallway to emerge into a well lit parlor. An old woman was moving about, preparing a try of tea.

"Yes, something very unexpected." Alleyne replied as he hung up his jacket.

"Ah, these things always happen when you are least prepared, they do," the old woman said,"one must simply go with the flow of time."

"Yes."Alleyne replied, his face pensive as he took a seat on a plush chair.

"Who is it then?" She asked as she set down her try.

"Harry Potter."

The woman jumped, her eyes going wide as she took in the name."Harry Potter! That child?" She said, leaving her sentence unfinished.

"Yes, he had an accident, one that was predicted. But his fate lead him on a different path then what was foresaw."

"Is the contract signed then?"

"Yes, he has been signed over to the care of the Atropes Academy until he reaches his majority."

"I will start the preparations then, you just do as you must and bring him here."

"Of course."

The two sat in silence, drinking tea as they contemplated theendlessly surprising workings of fate.

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Harry slept fitfully that night, his dreams full of fire and blood. He awoke many times only to find that his return to slumber brought about the return of those dreams instead of new ones as he had hoped for. In the dreams there was no hope, only endless shades of red. Dawn could not come quick enough for him that night.

When dawn did arrive, Harry found himself upset at thescarlet streaks fanning the sky, as if they had been snatched from his nightmares to be flung out for all to see. He covered his head with his blanket and curled into a ball until golden light seeped through his blankets, displacing the red that wasso similar to the color of blood. Only then was he able to sleep without the frightening dreams.

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