Harry Potter Fan-Fiction: A Wand, A Secret, A Love and Death.

Rating: K

Chapter One: Inside the fire.

Ron lay in his four poster bed thinking to himself, the red Gryfindor quilt which covered him sat on top of him engulfing his entire body. His ginger hair sat on top of his head; messy as ever.

"Harry?" Ron whispered across to his best friends' bed which was directly across from him.

Harry rolled on to his side to stare at his best friend and without even saying a word; Ron began staring back at his friend and opened his mouth.

"I've been thinking. Is You Know who…"

"Ron, please. It's Voldemort!" Harry exclaimed

"Fine. Voldemort! Is there anyone else who is just as bad as him and out to get us?" Ron asked. Terror lurking in his hazel eyes.

Harry shook his head and sat up in his bed not knowing what to say to his best friend, should he lie? Or should he tell him the truth? The options which began crawling around inside of Harry's head were beginning to make him go dizzy.

"Why would you be thinking about that Ron? Isn't one; bad enough?" He asked hoping this would distract his friend from asking another serious but unnecessary question.

"Well with him out there, what do you expect?" Ron said quietly now rolling onto his side. His back facing his best friends face, now not wanting to speak to him.

"Ron! Don't ignore me!" Harry shouted. "Fine! Act childish, like I care!"

Harry threw his quilt to the bottom of the bed and stood up. He'd hoped that this would cause his friend to at least look at him, but failed. He grabbed his burgundy dressing gown and wrapped it around him and placed a pair of matching slippers on his bare feet. Ron still ignoring him. Harry stormed past Ron and the other beds which were located in the boy's dorm and exited the dorm and headed down the stone stairs which didn't make a sound as he walked down them and went to the fire.

"Isn't one; bad enough?" Ron repeated to himself. "Ugh, he always thinks he's centre of attention! Well for once he isn't!" Ron continued to say to himself.

Thoughts ran through Ron's head causing sweat to form on his brow before it slowly slipped from his brow and onto the Gryfindor coloured quilt.

"What if there is someone else? What if Voldemort is a decoy..?" Ron's sweat formed quicker and quicker as if right there, a rain storm was brewing. "Ron. Calm." He said to himself.

Harry sat on one of the chairs in front of the wooden fire which heated the entire common room and kept him warm on this cold winters night. His legs were crossed and the dressing gown drooped under and over his legs containing whatever heat he had inside the gown.

"I wish you were here Sirius." Harry whispered to himself missing his Godfather after his recent death while obtaining 'The Prophecy' deep beneath the Ministry Of Magic. Suddenly the fire began to spark.

"Harry! Harry!" A voice whispered as the fire sparked drawing Harry's attention to the fire. "You're not safe! You will be betrayed by the one most loyal to you!" It continued. Harry looked at the fire not seeing a face or a figure.

"Who are you?" He whispered hoping not to draw any attention to himself, was he just having another dream?

"That's not important right now. Just keep yourself self. For God's sake please Harry! I must go, someone's coming!" With that the fire stopped sparking and the room became dark and a figure stood by the entrance to the common room wearing a cloak.

Chapter Two: COMING SOON!

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