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Chapter 1 Alone

"Fine, I'm going. Good-bye," Harry said harshly as he walked onto Platform 9 ¾. Harry was just leaving his dreadful relatives that he lived with ever since his parents had died about 15 years back. Harry had grown a lot since that horrible incident of his parent's bereavement from the encounter with Voldemort. He was now 15 years old with emerald, green eyes and untamable, black hair. Well, now back to the story.

As Harry had crossed the worlds between the brick barrier he found his friends, Hermione and Ron, standing around waiting for him. "Hi, guys," Harry, said as he motioned towards them. They quickly scurried to him to give him a hug. "Hi, Harry," Hermione and Ron uttered at the same time. Later, they placed their trolleys on the train and found a compartment closest to the front. So as to where they could get off sooner and find a better seat at the Gryfindor table; not knowing that they might not ever make it there.

"So, what did you all do this summer?" Hermione asked, breaking the silence. "Oh, just did my best to stay out of the Dursley's way and scare Dudley out of his wits with a little bit of Hocus Pocus," Harry said as though it was an everyday thing. "And you Ron?" Hermione inquired. "Um. nothing really. Just studied." "I'm sorry what was that?" "I STUDIED alright!" he was now clear on every word. "What!?!? YOU? STUDY? I'm surprised to hear the words even being spoken in the same sentence!" Harry retorted. "There was nothing better to do!" he laughed. "And plus my mom said, 'If you slip one more time it's muggle class for you!" "Ooh. Bad punishment," Hermione said sarcastically.

"Well, what did YOU do on summer vacation, Herm," Ron asked after they had all bought something to eat off the trolley that had just passed. "Me? Uh, just studied. Like Ron did," she said half jokingly. THUD! Everyone on the train toppled over. The bags on the rack fell onto Hermione and Ron flung head first into Harry's stomach. Harry hit his skull so hard on the back wall that he blacked out for a moment. When he woke up everything was pitch. "Hello?" he called out into the swollen darkness. "Yeah, Harry?" Ron's voice echoed trough the shadows. "Lumis'o'lamb," Then a blue flame popped out of Hermione's wand. "Now, isn't that better?" Hermione asked with a smirk of playful glee. Ron and Harry whispered a 'thank you' and found their seats. Harry rubbed his head slowly only to find a knot had formed right in the middle. "Hermione, you're bleeding!" Ron exasperated. There was blood dripping off of her brow onto her black Gryfindor robes. Just then the compartment door opened. "Hello, children. Are you all alright?" a not too familiar voice was heard. "I'm the train director. Don't be alarmed speak up," his petrified look didn't make them feel any more comfortable then what they were, but they said in chorus, "Yes, sir." He gave a nod and went on his way to the next compartment door. "I wonder why he didn't say what that was," Hermione and Ron both looked at Harry seemingly to be thinking the same thing. "It's this like our third year." Ron squealed. All three poked their head out of the door and saw the train conductor walking down the hall. After catching up to him they asked, "May we know what has happened?" He looked a little panicked at the question. He slowly murmured the words, "He-Who-Must-Not-Be- Named," and with that he turned a corner and vanished from sight.

The trio looked at each other with eyes almost as big as baseballs. "Did. Did. He. just say. did he just say. what. what I think he said?" Ron stuttered. "I. I." "Yes!" Hermione said tired of waiting on what Harry was going to say. "Yes, he did say He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but it couldn't be. Could it?" Hermione now looked even more horrified then the boys. "Hermione, I think it is," right when Harry said that he felt someone tapping him on the shoulder. He turned around suddenly, hoping that it wasn't Voldemort. "Boy, do you look frightened, Potter," came the familiar voice of the most hated guy in school, Draco Malfoy. Harry wiped the sweat off of his forehead, "Oh, look the mudblood is bleeding. Need a bandied?" Malfoy asked with puppy dog eyes. "I can handle it," Hermione then dabbed the blood from her brow. "Well, I heard He-Who-Mustn't-Be-Named is on the train. Let me guess he's after Potter," Malfoy smirked at his feeble attempt to scare them. "Listen you twisted Slytherin." (Malfoy looking stunned) ".You better leave us alone and take your bad attitude and stupid sidekicks with you (He was talking about Crabbe and Goyle)." Hermione and Harry looked at Ron surprised at his quick remark. Malfoy realizing that Ron never comes up with things that swiftly said, "Has Granger been helping you with your comments?" he gave a smirk and walked away. "Why I oughta'." "He doesn't deserve it, Ron," Harry held him back with one hand on his shirt and the other gripping his ear.

"Ok, ok, but." then his face went back to nervousness as he turned around. "What is it, Ron?" Harry was the only one confused now, for Hermione had the same expression. He turned around slowly, closing his eyes, gripping his robes, scared out of his wits at what he might find behind him. His breath began to be heavier, his sweat dripping, his blood rushing through his veins, making his heart pound harder and harder. Then he heard breathing other than his own. It was colder and now it was more of a wheezing than breathing. Harry felt someone, or something, brush against his arm. Thinking quickly he took out his wand and opened his eyes only to see darkness in front of him again. "Hermione," he called out in fright. No answer followed his terrified voice. "Ron," he cried, hoping to hear either of them. "Lumis'o'lamb," he shouted. The blue flame burst from the tip of his wand, to his fright he saw a black figure walking into a compartment. Also, he saw brown, curly hair flowing behind this hooded stature. "Hermione," he whispered, his panting stopped only to make sure that this. this thing wouldn't hear him. Ducking, he crawled to the compartment door, but when he peeped into the room he saw something that freaked him even more. "Come, Harry," a shiver went down Harry's spine as he heard the hideous voice. It was an icy voice making blood still; heart pound, breath pant, and feet go numb. Harry had a sudden urge of these emotions.

In that room was a glow, but only a little, the Dementor seeming form looked as if he didn't have a liking for light. Harry stood up with his heart still in his throat, "Where's Ron and Hermione?" he tried to act braver than what he was. "You know who I am, Harry. Even though you wish it wasn't." "Voldemort?" "Yessss," he hissed, "It is I, the one who took your parents. It is I, the one who gave you that scar," Voldemort's voice then got deeper and, if possible, a tad normal. "Where are my friends?" Harry spoke more forcefully. "All these 15 years I have been trying to get to you, Harry. And now? And now here you are. Right here in front of me. But I knew that I couldn't just get to you by merely coming on this train and killing you, no. I had to take your power away." Harry looked confused for in his wand was in his hand. Voldemort realizing his perplexity said, "No, Harry. Not that power. The only power that I never, in these 15 years, thought that this would be what was stopping me to my victory." "What is that?" "A word that I wouldn't even desire to speak," with Harry's still bewildered expression he whispered, "It's something I took from you. It's something that you can never get back, but through me." "My friends?" " NO YOU STUPID BOY," Voldemort, now rising, screamed, "THINK, THINK, HARRY!" "Love," whispered Harry. Voldemort at that moment quieting down said, "Exactly, exactly. The only way to you was to get rid of the people who love you." "What do you mean by that? WHERE ARE RON AND HERMIONE?!?!" Voldemort took off his hood only to reveal a dreadful looking object. His white, dead skin made him look older than what he was and his red, gleaming eyes looked deep into Harry's. He raised his hand and ran toward Harry. Harry, not knowing what to do closed his eyes and hoped for the best.

A couple moments later nothing happened. He opened his eyes and saw something that was the last thing on his mind. It was darkness. Nothingness. He tried to speak, but no words came from his frozen mouth. He began to run, but stopped suddenly. Because he realized he couldn't hear his footsteps. Falling to the ground, he began to cry. Even still nothing was heard.

Just then in a vast chamber sat a hooded body looking into a glass ball, talking to a small, stout person, "Now, I have won."