A/N: New story, inspiration from a dream I had. It was odder than what it sounds like, but I tweaked it a bit. I don't think I want myself, or my parents in the story. shivers But, yeah. Enjoy the story! You don't need to review, I just liked my dream, so I'm pretty much recording it here.
Voldemort silently petted Nagini, who was floating over a large, two-story house in suburbia London. He was watching her enjoy her life before she was succumbed into doing whatever he wanted her to do. He laughed a maniacal laugh before silently watching her once again. She walked out of her house, surrounded by her friends. He reached into his cloak and wrapped his skeletal fingers around his wand. He waited again for the girl to be alone.
Harry Potter forced his eyes open. He was panting, trying to forget what he just saw, although he knew he couldn't. Hermione Granger bursted through the door, worry spread throughout her face, Ron Weasley rushing to catch up with Hermione.
"You know what's weird, mate?" Ron asked out of breath. "She always knows when this happens."
Hermione glared at Ron. "Yes I do and it's for his safety!" She turned back to Harry. "You know you have to stop giving in!"
"I know… but I saw something strange. He was at this one girl's house… just floating there. She was surrounded by her friends… I think he wants her."
Hermione slid to the floor. "What does she want with the girl?"
"Who knows? But it's not a good thing. Come on, she doesn't live too far from here. We don't want some girl being some slave to Voldemort do we?"
Hermione and Ron fiercely shook their heads.
And off they went.
A/N: Short prologue. Yeah. This really didn't happen in my dream. I'm serious. I just added this because… it'll make more sense when you read chapter one.
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