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Chapter 1

That morning, in the smallest bedroom on number 4 Privet Drive, I sat up with a start, my scar burning severely. I looked around the room frantically, my heart racing, before I realized that I had just been dreaming again. I should have known that already, after all, I've had the same dream all summer. I glanced over to the opposite side of the room and saw my brother laying there in his sleep, tossing and turning and sweating as I had been moments before. As usual, we had been having the same dream.

Since the summer had begun, we consistently had the same dream just about every night. It always involved an old man that was walking up the stairs where he met three other people. I recognized only one of them - Peter Pettigrew. The other one I assumed to just be another follower of Voldemort, and the final person I had yet to actually see. I only saw a glimpse of this man, who appeared to be more like a creature, each time this dream occurred. The blinding flash of green always blocked him from view and afterwards I would always wake up.

This morning, I woke up because I already knew what was coming just before it happened. I heard the creature's voice and that was frightening enough. When I stood up out of bed suddenly, I heard a loud squawk coming from Hoot - I had scared him. Looking at him gave me a thought though.

Should I tell someone about this? Maybe this dreams meant something...after all, both Harry and I have been having them for a good while now. Who could I tell though? My first thought went to Sirius, but I knew that he had enough to deal with already with being on the run. Maybe I could tell Dumbledore...no, he has a lot to deal with too. I know that he is involved with the Ministry somehow...There was no way I would tell any of my friends, they would just freak out and tell me all kinds of crazy things.

I got this crazy thought in my head on who I could tell, but would he even read it? I'm sure he would, after all, he had always listened to my rambling in the past. Yes, I would write to him - it couldn't hurt, could it?

Dear Severus,

I'm really sorry to bother you, but you're really the only one that I feel could actually help me in this situation. Harry and I have both been having the same dream for a while and I was wondering if it could possibly mean anything. It always involves the same people - I only recognized the one as Peter Pettigrew - and I think that one of them might be Voldemort. I know that it sounds crazy, but both of our scars started to burn when we had these dreams and the only time that has happened before was when Voldemort was was in the area - you know, with Quirrell in our first year and that diary in our second year. Do you think all of this could mean anything or is it just another dream?

Love,

Emily

I finished up my letter and sealed it into an envelope. Hoot scurried over to me, happy to be able to get out of the house and before long, he was out in the skies.

Suddenly, as I was looking out of the window, Harry shot up and looked around the room in a hurry. It was obvious by the look on his face that he just had the same dream that I had only moments before.

"I really thought it was real that time..." he said quietly.

"I always think that it's real," I said knowingly.

"Maybe...maybe we should tell someone," Harry said.

I started to say that I had already sent a letter out, but I held my tongue. Harry and Snape had never gotten along and he would probably get angry that I had confided in a person that he has loathed for the past three years at Hogwarts.

"I'm going to write to Sirius," Harry said suddenly.

I sat quietly while Harry wrote the letter and I secretly wondered what he would really say if he knew that I had written to Snape. Absentmindedly, I grabbed some of the letters that were laying on my night stand and started to go through some.

I had gotten so many from Ron and Hermione about the Quidditch World Cup that was coming up and I was constantly reminded that my summer with the Dursleys was going to be over soon. I had also gotten a fair share of letters from Sirius, none of which carried any information on his whereabouts in case the letter was intercepted. I had a couple letters from George too, all of them talking about their new line of sales - Skiving Snackboxes. I had helped to come up with some of the products that were in these boxes, but I insisted that my name should not be added to the product. It didn't really matter to me. I still was extraordinarily confused as to whether or not George and I were officially dating. I know that we kissed a couple of times in the past year, but he never really brought anything like that up in his letters before. I guess that I would figure that out when I saw him next.

I also received letters from Fred, Neville, Ginny, and even Draco Malfoy - all of which were wishing me a happy birthday. I had gotten several cards from so many other people and I still won't forget how angry Uncle Vernon had gotten when all of these owls were flying into our house. It was the first birthday in a while that the Dursleys had actually recognized because they wanted to know what all the owls were doing here - well, he actually demanded it while he yelled and swatted at the owls.

While I scanned through all the letters and birthday cards, I secretly wondered how far Hoot had gotten with my letter to Snape. I wasn't really sure where he even lived, but I knew that it was probably a good distance away. Snape had never really mentioned anything about me being allowed to write to him, but I couldn't really see him getting to angry about it. We had always gotten along and I know that he cared about me almost like a father would care about his daughter. I guess that we had always had that kind of relationship, but I never tried to contact him outside of the school. Maybe it was just because I hadn't ever thought of it before.

Then there was a sudden movement on the other side of the room and I noticed that Harry had finished writing up his letter. He exited the room to where I assumed to either be the bathroom or downstairs where breakfast was going to be held momentarily. I took this opportunity to grab some clothes and get dressed. Once I had my Muggle clothes on - which were actually mine and not one of Aunt Petunia's usual hand-me-downs that I've had to wear in the past (they finally decided that both Harry and I needed clothes of our own because the neighbors were noticing our existence).

Once I was ready, I walked slowly down to the kitchen where I found Aunt Petunia serving breakfast. She was cutting up grapefruit quarters for all of us to eat - we were all being forced on a diet because Dudley's school insisted that he go on one. Not long after I sat down, Harry joined us. When we were finished with our breakfast, Uncle Vernon grabbed both of us and practically threw us into the sitting room towards some of the chairs.

"I need to talk to you two," he said through gritted teeth.

"What did we do this time?" I rolled my eyes.

"Don't get smart with me!" he snapped.

"I'll try to use smaller words next time…" I said under my breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing at all," I smiled innocently. "Please continue."

Uncle Vernon reached into his coat pocket where he pulled out an envelope that had already been opened. The envelope was covered completely in all different sorts of stamps - you couldn't even see the paper that it was sticking to. There was no doubt in my mind on who this had come from.

"This came in the mail for the two of you," he said through gritted teeth.

Harry and I looked at each other, both amused at the anger and frustration that our uncle was in because of the letter. That and the amusement that the Weasleys obviously didn't understand the use of the stamp.

"Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley,

We have never been introduced, but I am sure you have heard a great deal from both Harry and Emily about my son Ron.

As Harry and Emily might have told you, the final of the Quidditch World Cup takes place this Monday night, and my husband, Arthur, has just managed to get prime tickets through his connections at the Department of Magical Games and Sports. I do hope you will allow us to take them both to the match, as this really is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; Britain hasn't hosted the cup for thirty years, and tickets are extremely hard to come by. We would of course be glad to have them stay for the remainder of the summer holidays, and to see him safely onto the train back to school.

It would be best for Harry or Emily to send us your answer as quickly as possible in the normal way, because the Muggle postman has never delivered to our house, and I am not sure he even knows where it is.

Hoping to see Harry and Emily soon, Yours sincerely,

Molly Weasley

P.S. I do hope we've put enough stamps on."

Uncle Vernon glared at us angrily, as if blaming the entire situation on us. Harry and I were forced to hold back our laughter at Mrs. Weasley's sorry attempt at sending a letter the Muggle way. Uncle Vernon was practically fuming, so we held back as much as we could.

"So…can we go or not?" Harry asked.

"Who is this woman anyway?" Uncle Vernon asked.

"You've met her," Harry said. "She was at the Hog-"

"School train," I quickly cut in to make sure that Harry didn't say the word Hogwarts in front of Uncle Vernon.

"She's that woman with that load of children," Uncle Vernon said as if he was accusing someone of a crime. "The whole lot of them were a bunch of gingers-"

"Watch yourself," I said pointing to my hair.

Uncle Vernon shot a look at me and Harry looked as though he was going to bust out laughing at any second. However, we both waited patiently to hear his answer as he stared at the letter further.

"Quidditch?" he asked. "What is that?"

"It's a sport," Harry said. "We play it on flying-"

"It's a bit like football," I cut in as I glared at Harry for almost talking about magic again. "Except for…our type of people."

Uncle Vernon nodded slowly and set the letter down next to us and just looked at each of us individually. You could have heard a pin drop in the room.

"Fine," Uncle Vernon snarled. "Go, I don't care. As long as you both stay there until next summer."

"Don't you worry about that," Harry said quietly.


Thanks for reading! I know that it wasn't that much, but I figured that it was a good enough start to the story. I would have made it longer, but I have a lot of final exams and midterms coming up in school that I have to deal with at the moment, so I hope that you understand. I'll try and make the next chapter better than this one. Please leave a comment and don't forget to VOTE ON THE POLL if you haven't already - I'm keeping it up until I actually write the chapter about the Triwizard Tournament, so get a move on and VOTE!

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