harry barker awoke suddenly, he had been dreaming of a fat squat bald man, crying about someone, or something. He knew he was scared, but he couldn't remember why.
He had the strange feeling that someone was dead. The lightening scar on his forehead was causing him so much pain, he couldn't think straight, which was fine, because he procrastinated so much, he hardly had a thought.
He decided to write to his godfather Sirius Mist, and tell him about his scar hurting, he always wanted to know if there was anything happening out of the norm. Of course Harry Barker wasn't any 14 year old kid, he was a wizard, and he attended Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, with his best friends Roland Weasley, and Syren Granger.
Harry wrote down with ink and quill that he had a rather disturbing dream, involving David Beckham, and Proffessor Dumbledore....he thought it odd that Dumbledore had a poster of a footballer in his bedroom.
Anyway he was getting sidetracked, he wrote also about his scar hurting and his current dream. He woke up hedwig, and sent her off to find Sirius Mist.
The more Harry Barker dwelled on his dream, the more his scar hurt. He tried to picture what Syren would say...."Harry, I'm going to look up common ailments on old scars, be sure to write to Sirius." And then he thought what Roland would say..."I dunt know mate, maybe I'll ask dad."
Whatever it was, he wasn't going to let it ruin his day. He could barely stand it, Roland had asked harry to come stay with him at a bed and breakfast, bet then said nah nigga, you know I dont play that gay shit. So he would come to rolands house for the rest of the summer.
To be continued