So, I got the idea for this fic as I was rereading HBP. The first potions lesson Slughorn introduces the Amortentia a very powerful love potion and comments, "When you've seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love." I'm not going to give too much away. You can figure it out on your own, lol. It won't be too hard. So, here it is!

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Chapter 1

The Phone Call

Harry was having a relaxed summer at Privet Drive. Well, not really, as he was forced to do several chores, one of which included getting the poo stains off of Dudder's underpants. As a matter of fact, he was in the middle of doing that when our story begins.

Petunia was in the kitchen preparing dinner, Dudley was settled in front of the television as per usual, still eating his lunch. And Vernon Dursley had just finished berating Harry for doing something or other when the phone rang.

The phone ringing was nothing unusual at this time of day, so Vernon strode over to the telephone with an air of fatness and answered it in his fatty voice, "This is the Dursley residence, Vernon Dursley speaking." He was met, however, with silence and then a very heavy breathing. "Hello?" Vernon demanded. He was met with more heavy breathing. "Look, whoever you are, I can hear you breathing so you're not fooling anyone!" he bellowed, his jowls jiggling. The caller promptly hung up the phone.

"Prank callers," he mumbled and sat down to be fat with Dudley.

However, before he could get comfortable, the phone rang again. This time, Harry listened attentively. This was sure to be entertaining he mused.

Vernon answered the phone angrily, "What!" he demanded. This time he was met with a voice almost as quiet as a whisper.

"Hi- um- hi- Hello," the voice said, nervously.

"Who is this!" Vernon yelled, his face turning a light lilac shade.

"Um..." the voice rasped, "My identity is not... important... I wish to speak with Harry Potter."

Uncle Vernon turned on Harry quickly, Harry pretended to be very interested in the underpants that he was desperately scrubbing.

"You!" Vernon bellowed. "Get rid of this!" he said pointing to the phone.

Harry got up slowly and took the phone from Uncle Vernon, who was standing over him, waiting for him to begin speaking.

"Um, some privacy, please?" Harry stated, and Vernon backed away a foot. This seemed to be enough for Harry, for he began speaking to the caller.

"Hello?" he said into the phone.

"Harry?" the voice questioned desperately.

"Uh, yeah..." Harry answered. "Who is this?"

"That doesn't matter!" the voice exclaimed. "I- I... I love you, Harry!"

"I- uh... What?" Harry was very confused.

"I love Harry Potter!" the voice professed again.

"Who is this?" Harry asked again, clearly weirded out.

"You know me very well," the voice admitted slyly.

"Ginny?" Harry guessed, hoping it would be the girl that he'd had a crush on.

"Pffffttt," the voice laughed manically.

The voice sounded masculine, Harry thought.

"Ron?" he guessed again, hoping that it wasn't Ron.

"Do I sound like that little blood trait--- Er... I mean. Nope."

"Ummmm... I don't know..." Harry admitted. Harry started throwing out guesses wildly until he'd reached everyone he knew, except for one name. And he knew that it couldn't be.

"Well, I've named everyone I know," he said to the caller. "The only other person left is Lord Voldemort..."

The caller hung up leaving a very confused and amused, yet slightly frightened Harry Potter.

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Read and review, plzkthnx. More to come!