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Chapter 1

The Voice

Harry couldn't sleep. It was as simple as that.

Every time he tried to nod off, the image of Cedric dead and Voldermort rising out of the cauldron kept coming back to him. And if he did manage to close his eyes, he would have nightmares.

It was as simple as that.

At least that was what Harry told himself. He wished it was simple, but it wasn't. He felt that he was the cause of Cedric's death, and that he never should have asked him to share the glory. Worse yet, the rest of the Wizarding World didn't believe that Voldermort had actually come back, and thought Harry was a mentally unbalanced, attention-seeking kid. Then there was Umbridge. That old hag had to be the worst person in the world. And he had met Snape.

Harry heard something. He thought he was just imagining it, but slowly the sound got louder. Harry sat up and decided to try to make out the sound.

It sounded like singing. But it wasn't a regular human voice singing. No, it was much more than that. Though it wasn't phoenix song, it had the same ethereal quality to it. It was as if someone had taken his guilt and sadness and gave it form.

Harry slowly got out of his bed. Ron, Seamus, Neville, and Dean were still snoring away, as if they couldn't hear the song. Harry sincerely hoped that he wasn't hallucinating, and went over to his trunk. He got out his invisibility cloak and pulled it on. If he was to be sure that he wasn't going over the edge, then he would have to investigate the sound himself.

Harry went out of Gryffindor Tower, and went through the corridors, searching for the sound. It was hard; the sound seemed to be coming from every direction, but at least its volume would stay the same.

After a while the sound seemed to be getting louder. Harry hurried on, determined to find the source of the sound. He was sure that he was getting closer and closer to the source; with every step he took, the sound got even louder.

Finally the sound seemed to be going at its loudest, and Harry had to plug his ears, because it was that loud. Harry felt tired; he had been walking for quite a while, and stopped.

There was a flash of silver, and Harry felt cold.

Then he saw nothing but darkness.

G-D

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