a cold unfeeling voice whispered, a man on the ground, lying in a sliver of moonlight, shuddered. you know im going to have to kill you.......you have messed up beyond your usual capabilities this time a cold chuckling was heard in a rippling tide that fell from all around the curled up figure. A tall man walked into the small patch of moonlight, he was wearing a cloak, the hood completely covering his face. All i asked was a simple task...........a Favor the man chuckled, his voice dripping with sarcasm, all i wanted was a simple Black rose, and even THAT you managed to bungle, not only that but telling the ministry exactly who, and what, and where, you are. wormtail whimpered and shuddered again, this time more violently. The tall man raised his hand, and in a slightly different voice said wormtail, you were a servant, now you are dead, The man drew back his hood, and there was the face of a 18 year old boy, the boy had dark black hair, and black eyes, that seemed to absorb everything, he had incredibly pale skin, almost translucent, he had a malicious mouth, which was currently smirking. Wormtail screamed in trepidation, but suddenly another figure appeared and said master, you are, your, what i mean to say, but..... the tall man chuckled yes yes Goyle, i have regained my.....ah normal appearance, but unfortunately it is only temporary, i NEED that black rose in order for it to be permanent, but now i shall have to wait again, thanks to wormtail here he raised his hand again, this time there was a wand in it, he pointed it at the wormtail, avarda kadavra!!! he screamed, wormtail slumped, never again to move.

Harry Potter awoke with a now familiar start, what the...... he murmured, and scrambled out of bed. He immediately sat down at his desk, in his room, at Number 4 Privet Drive, where he stayed during the summers. He cradled his head in his hand, wondering about that last dream. He hadn't had many recently, this was not good. He thought for a bit, about who to write first, Hermoine, Ron, Sirius or Dumbledore. After much quarreling with him self, he decided on Dumbledore. He grabbed quill and parchment and started to compose his note.

Dear Prof. Dumbledore,
You told me to write you if I had anymore strange dreams, when I woke up with my scar hurting. Well I just have, it is by far the worst yet, I think, Wormtail, Tom Riddle, and Goyle were in it. The reason I say Tom is because It looks like Tom Riddle, he has regained his old body, he says it is temporary, and he killed Wormtail, I will be sending a copy of this to Sirius, so don't you bother.
All the Best,
Harry




As soon as Harry finished the letter he sealed it and gave it to Hedwig, who hooted at him and gave him a look as if to say well its about time you sent me with a note you good for nothing..........i love you!