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Night crept upon Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the Gryffindor common room sleepily emptied out, leaving only three sixth year friends in the room. Ron, Harry and Hermoine gazed dreamily at the fire, talking nervously about the upcoming quidditch game of Gryffindor versus Slytherin the next day.

"Harry you should really be careful," Hermoine started. "I saw Slytherin practicing a couple of days ago and they were very aggressive."

"You mean more than usual," Ron added.

"I don't really care. I can beat Malfoy that git. I mean, I've never lost to him before have I?"

Hermoine and Ron looked stumped for answers.

"I'm tired. I'm going to bed," Ron said, and walked off.

"Harry aren't you going?" Hermoine asked Harry as she rose off the sofa to walk to her dormitory.

"No, I think I'll stay here."

"Why?"

"Not tired."

"Something's bothering you, Harry, and you need to tell me."

"Nothing's wrong," Harry lied.

"Harry," Hermoine started as she sat back down on the sofa comfortably, "what's wrong?"

"My scar was hurting last night."

"Harry that's not good."

"I know, but I was having a dream. A really bad dream."

"What was it?" Hermoine asked, shifting uneasily in the sofa.

"Death Eaters, and Voldemort-,"

"Don't say that name."

"Sorry. But, anyway, they attacked the school, and…"

"Go on," Hermoine said with a large amount of unease in her voice.

"And, they burned it down. The last thing I saw was Voldemort's face, a loud chant like kill, kill, kill, and an extreme pain in my head, and I woke up."

"Harry you should really go to Dumbledore about that."

"I have. Yesterday. He said that Voldemort would not attack the school anytime soon…"

Then after that, something that surprised Harry even more than the time he found out he was a wizard. Hermoine grabbed his hand, kissed him on the cheek and said, "It's gonna be all right." Hermoine walked off to her dorm.

Harry, dazed and confused, staggered up to his dormitory, and dropped into his bed, and before he could think about what just happened, he fell asleep.

It was three o clock when a loud explosion and an ear piercing scream. Harry looked in the darkness to see what was going on. Ron, Seamus, and Dean had woken up also.

"What's that!?" Ron shouted.

"Shhh!" Harry commanded.

The four boys quieted and strained their ears and heard a loud chanting noise that sounded somewhat like the kill, kill, kill in Harry's dream. Harry dashed to the window and looked outside. Outside the normal sleeping Hogwarts grounds was littered with black hooded figures marching toward the school, with torches.

"Death Eaters!" Seamus shouted as the Ron and Dean looked through the window as well.

"It's true!" Harry shouted as they made a leap down the stairs to the common room. Apparently all the other Gryffindors heard it because the common room was overflowing with students, all asking questions and panicking. Harry spotted Hermoine, and Ron and him ran towards her.

"Harry! You're dream!"

That was all Hermoine could say before the portrait swung open, and Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore climbed through the portrait and into the room.

"SILENCE!!!!" Dumbledore shouted at the top of lungs. Everyone in the room settled down.

"Everyone remain calm. I want all Gryffindor students to follow Professor McGonagall immediately," Dumbledore calmly ordered the students.

"Come now, stick together." Professor McGonagall said.

Harry, Ron, and Hermoine got in line right behind Ginny Weasley, who was crying like a thunderstorm.

Without asking any questions, the line of Gryffindors exited the common room, and Professor McGonagall led them down two flights of stairs, where they met a group of terrified Hufflepuffs, who were disorganized and running all of the place in panic. Proffesor McGonagall tried to calm them down by shouting, "There's not much time until they come! You have to stay calm!"

But, Proffesor McGonagall was right. As if on cue, a seemingly amplified chant rang through the hallways, saying kill, kill, kill. There was a loud flash of green light and an ear piercing scream as a Hufflepuff girl fell limp to the ground.