The Essence of Good and Evil

Chapter 1

An unexpected beginning

Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter

A/N: This is my first fanfic I hope you like it. It had previously been posted under another one of my names, but I had to cancel that account. So here is the first chapter, and I did change it a little bit, and the other chapters will be changed too. Oh and please review.

Prologue:

"No!" she screamed, waking up from her sleep. The nightmare had come back to her. She sat up in bed, sweating from head to foot. Trembling she walked toward the window ledge to open the window. The night was clear and bright. The street below was empty and a breeze of cool air bathed her. She breathed in the cold air and lifted her gaze to the sky, looking at the stars. A single tear fell down her face. She felt like the dreams and the pain would never go away, but she was not alone. There was someone else that felt that pain.

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Harry Potter was lying on his bed at Privet Drive. The Dursley's had been ignoring Harry again, ever since he had gotten back from Hogwarts. The only difference was that he was able to send letters to his friends now. The Dursley's had taken the warning that Moody, Remus, and the others had given him at the beginning of the summer, very seriously. Harry received a letter every few days; usually it was from Ron or Hermione. Harry didn't feel that alone at least. Then he remembered, the person he really wanted to get a letter from wasn't there anymore. Though he tried to not remember the death of Sirius he couldn't help it.

He had been having dreams of him almost all summer. He could see him falling into the archway, and then see Bellatrix running, and him following her. He would wake up panting and sweating. After the second dream he decided to try relaxing before going to sleep, like he was suppose to have done when he was taking oclumency. He was astonished at how it actually worked. He found out that if he relaxed before bed he wouldn't have dreams; although it didn't always worked, he probably needed to try harder.

Then he thought that if he went to sleep tired he wouldn't dream. This theory proved to be wrong. Harry would have worst dreams, he couldn't understand why. He shook the thought of Sirius and his dreams from his mind. Harry turned to the window and saw that it had started to rain. He wondered when Hedwig would be coming back; she had been gone for a while. On a better note he was glad to know that he would be seeing Ron and Hermione very soon. He was glad they would not be going to Grimmauld Place.

Swoosh. The dog flap on Harry's door had swung inward. Aunt Petunia put a bowl and a glass of water on a tray on the floor. It smelled like chicken soup, Harry quickly got up. He got the tray and went to the desk next to his bed. It was chicken soup! Harry made a faint smile. Aunt Petunia had been nicer to Harry lately. Though she didn't talk to him, every now and then, like now, she gave him better food. Harry thought it was a bit better living here due to that. Too bad Dudley and Uncle Vernon didn't think the same way. Harry finished his soup and went back to lying down. Harry started to think of what Ron or Hermione could be doing at this very moment.

About three days ago, on his birthday, Ron had sent Harry some homemade chocolate, and a letter inviting Harry to go to his house. Harry had gotten exited by this and had eaten the chocolate in one go. Hermione on the other hand had sent him some sugar free candy. At first Harry didn't want to eat them (I mean sugar free!) but when he tasted them they weren't that bad, though not good enough. Hagrid had sent him some Berttie Bott's every flavor beans (whew!).

Just then Harry heard pecking at the window. It was Hedwig with a letter. Harry went to the window and opened it, it had stopped raining but Hedwig was still very wet. She went inside dripping water onto the carpet. "Uncle Vernon will have a fit" said Harry looking at the carpet. He took the letter and opened it while Hedwig went into her cage. The letter was from Ron:

Harry,

Hey mate how are you? Hope you're well. Anyway we have a change of plans. Turns out you won't be able to come to my house. We will see each other of course, except, well, we're going to have to go to you know, snuffles house. Mom's been there for a little over a week, supposedly cleaning. Anyway we should be going there in like a week. Tell you exactly when and at what time in my next letter. Sorry mate.

Ron

Harry sank into his bed. "Sirius's house" said Harry in a whisper. He turned the letter over but found no more writing. "Why?" said Harry. Why did he have to go to Sirius's house, why? He didn't want to go. Deep down, he still couldn't believe that Sirius had died. He wasn't ready to go back. He sat there on his bed for what seemed like an eternity. Finally he decided he was going to Grimmauld Place, he was going to write to Ron and tell him that. He had to stop being a coward, and come to terms with Sirius's death. He had to accept Sirius was gone.

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Harry waited until the next day to send his letter to Ron. He spent the rest of the day reading his Hogwarts books wondering when he would get a response from Ron. Harry had accepted to go to Grimmauld Place, but wondered why they needed to go there.

Harry kept reading his transfiguration book not really paying attention to what he was reading, when he started to get sleepy. He shook his head, he didn't want to go to sleep, but he couldn't help it, his eyes were closing. Harry remembered about relaxing before going to bed, he began to breathe in and out. Harry had taken about three breaths before he drifted off to sleep.

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"Mommy" said voice. Harry was in a park. There were lots of trees, a merry-go-round and swings. He turned around and saw a girl of about five years; she was running toward the swings where Harry noticed there was a woman standing. The woman was tall, thin long black hair; she looked like she was in her late twenties. Harry tried to see the girl's face but couldn't. Harry moved forward to get a better look at her but the park disappeared.

He was now on a street, it looked like it was midday, the sun shone very bright. Harry recognized the place; it was Diagon Alley. He looked around and saw the woman from the park again sitting outside the ice cream shop. She looked older, she was not alone though, there was another man sitting next to her. The man was also tall and slim. Then in front of both of them was a girl in a blue skirt and blue shirt. He guessed it was the same small girl from the park, though she didn't look little anymore. The girl was taller and had longer hair; it almost reached her waist. Again Harry couldn't see her face; her back was toward him. They looked very happy. All three were laughing. He tried to get a closer look but the scene started to disappear.

He was in a dark room and could hear someone crying. He turned around and saw two people on the floor. Harry walked forward to see who it was. He was a couple feet away from them when he recognized the person on the floor. The woman he had seen in the previous scenes was the one lying on the floor. She was bleeding badly; Harry noticed she had a deep wound on the right side of her abdomen. There was a girl kneeling down next to her. He guessed it had been the same girl he hadn't been able to see before. He walked in front of the girl and was now able to see her face, she was the one crying. She was very pretty; she had light colored skin and big eyes. They were hazel; yet Harry could have sworn he could see a tinge of green in them. She was very pretty and he felt sorry for her. He looked down at the woman again and saw that she was getting very pale. Harry knew that she was dying. The girl had taken her mother's had and the woman began to mumble something to her. Harry didn't know what to do; he kneeled down and saw that the girl's clothes were covered in blood. Harry got closer and was about to touch the girl's shoulder when…

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Harry jerked awake. He was sweating a little. He got up and started to pace around the room. He didn't know what to do. He had never had that kind of dream before. He doubted it had come from Voldemort. But could the death of that woman be his fault. "She might not have died" Harry told himself. The woman seemed to be bleeding to death though, there was no mistaking that. Harry knew that there wasn't a big chance of her surviving. What had that dream meant, why had he seen that girl? He didn't know her; he hadn't even seen her before. Should he tell someone? Dumbledore! That was it, he would tell Dumbledore. He quickly got out a piece of parchment and started to think about what he would write.

Professor Dumbledore,

I'm sorry for disturbing you but this is very important. I saw something…

Harry paused for a moment.

…It was a sort of dream, or at least it came to me when I was sleeping. It was a strange dream. Almost like a memory from someone… it felt as if I had gone inside a Pensieve. I hope you can help me. I really don't know what else to do.

Harry

Harry re-read his letter and though it was good enough. Harry remembered Hedwig wasn't back so he left the letter on his desk. He hoped she would be back soon. He thought of the girl he'd just seen and realized that she had seen her mother die; she'd died right in front of her. He remembered the flash of green light he would dream sometimes and then his mother's voice. He had thought that was bad enough, but seeing the girl there with her dead mother seemed even worse. Had it even been real? He closed his eyes only to open them suddenly. He stayed awake looking at the ceiling for a long time before he finally fell asleep again.

A/N: I know I already said it but please review.