He was simply striving through the dark halls of Hogwarts, minding his own business. It was quiet, and a sound was not heard. The only thing he could see was the door of a classroom.
Harry knew whose it was.
There was a new professor that had come to Hogwarts. He was one mysterious character as well. He was always covered in black, and nobody knew his name. To students, he was just Professor.
Another thing about him is that he never taught his lessons very well. Actually, he never taught much at all (which annoyed Hermione very much. During class, she would just start her homework as most students would.)
Earlier today, however, the kids had witnessed Professor use his voice as he never done much before. He yelled at Ron and three other students for blabbing away in the midst of a conversation. Professor took one hundred points away from the Gryffindor house and directed his pupils to detention.
That's where they were now. And Harry was very curious about what they would have them do. It probably wouldn't be as strenuous as writing out so many autographs like he had to do once for his former Professor Lockhart, but there would have to be at least some work to be done.
Harry pressed his ear to the door, and his eyes opened in awe. He expected to hear the sound of papers shuffling or pencils writing, or even just dead silence.
But instead, he heard the sounds of kids whimpering and Ron's distinct sobbing.
Harry knew that his friends were in trouble. He needed to save them from this torturous detention.
He swung open the door and barged into the classroom. There, he saw each of his friends tied up in chairs and Professor's hands raised, but they immediately went down when he noticed that he was in the room.
A look of relief filled the other students' eyes when they saw Harry coming towards them to their rescue, but his eyes shuddered with a tad bit of fear when Professor turned around.
"Ah, Harry Potter, what brings you here?" Professor questioned with a tranquilized tone.
"DON'T HARM THOSE STUDENTS! THEY DON'T DESERVE IT!" Harry yelled, trying to push through the teacher.
Professor put his hand out and stopped him. "You may be right this time, Potter. Perhaps they don't deserve this type of treatment."
He chuckled. "Maybe you're the one who deserves it."
Harry winced. He was really in a pickle now. For once, he was really unsure of what to do. But he couldn't leave his friends behind.
He started to charge towards his friends again but subsequently went blanch. Professor removed the hood of his cloak. Harry thought he had looked eerily familiar. He had a pale complexion, intimidating dark eyes, and the way his tongue creeped out like a snake when he criminally laughed.
And then Harry realized, he was seeing the face of Voldemort.
The evil wizard pointed his wand at Harry, and a red spark came out and shot him right in the chest. The boy collapsed and his eyes rolled back into his head.
Harry screamed.
Ron, Seamus, and Dean ran over and came to his side.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Ron asked as he rubbed his hand on his scared friend's back.
"I had a nightmare!" Harry wheezed, hyperventilating each breath. "I had to protect Hogwarts! I saw him! I saw Volde-"
Harry couldn't finish his sentence since Dean was keeping his hand over his mouth, so he wouldn't say the name of the Dark Lord.
"Is your scar hurting?" Ron whispered.
"Actually, it's not," Harry replied. Luckily, he didn't feel any pains in his scar, so Voldemort wouldn't be anywhere nearby.
"I think you're going to be okay then, Harry. Try to go back to sleep, alright?" Ron comforted. The other boys got ready to go back to bed.
Harry tucked himself under the covers and went fast asleep to be ready in the morning for a day of lessons from his normal professors.