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Harry Potter and the Power of the Crystals

Chapter One

Dreaming

As the sun set over little wing, Harry Potter, the boy who lived stared out of his bedroom window, into the street. As he watched the sun setting he noticed that, he was not the only wizard in Privet Drive, at the moment. (Wizards and witches were very noticeable even when they tried to wear muggle like clothing.) He saw two people probably from the Order sent to keep an eye on him, but he wasn't so sure if they were so he kept a close eye on them.

One was a medium built man, who was probably in his late thirties. He wore some old jeans with a ripe in the left leg knee, his shirt looked like it was from the seventies. A woman accompanied him. She looked like she had just finished school. Probably a bit older than Percy. She had blonde hair and wore three quarter jeans and an old top. When he thought it was safe and that they were from the Order, he got up and walked towards his bed to get some rest. He didn't even bother getting changed he just slowly got onto the bed and laid down. In no time he was asleep…….

He was in the middle of Azkaban prison. He was alone in a dark cold cell. There was water dripping on him from a pipe above his head. He got up and had a look around. He was just about to leave the cell when he heard something. He reached for his wand and it wasn't there. He didn't have a wand. He heard the nose again and looked around to see big red eyes and a tong sticking out at him. This tong was not human; it looked like a snake or lizard tong. He quickly turned around and ran out the cell gate. He ran and ran as fast as his legs would carry him, but he was getting nowhere and Voldemort was getting closer.

"Potter we met again" He hissed

"The pleasure is all mine," Harry said sarcastically, with no expression on his face. All of a sudden his scare started burning something bad. He lost all memory and just fell to the ground with his hands still pressed firmly against his scare.

"No its not, its all mine" Voldemort hissed with a bit of a laugh. "Now Potter, tell me about the Prophecy"

"Never" Harry yelled

"Well we will see about that wont we" Voldemort said pointing his wand at Harry "CRUCIO"

Harry put his hand up and the spell just bounced off him, as he screamed.

"POTTER" Screamed his uncle banging on the door "Shut the hell up and let us sleep" With that his uncle walked away form the door.

Harry's hands were stilled pressed again his scare. It was driving him mad it felt like it was ripping his head open. He got up using one hand and walked over to his desk to sit down. He noticed there was a letter on the desk. He could not recognise the writing on it but knew it had to be from one of the Weasley, as he knew their style of writing anywhere. He ripped open the letter and read

Dear Harry,

How are you? I hope I am not going to get you into trouble because of this letter. I just wanted to say that we are working on Dumbledore and you might be out of there in a few days. Everyone misses you lots.

Love Ginny

Harry was speechless. He had never before received a letter from a girl this late at night from anyone, except Hermione and Mrs Weasley. He wondered what she ment by the term "Love". Did she still like him, from all thoughts years ago, or was it just used in the friendly term. He liked Ginny very much and knew her well because Ron was her elder brother. He liked her a bit more than a friend now but didn't want to admit it because she had a boyfriend. Well at least that was his excuse.

Ginny was sitting in her room at Grimmauld Place. She had just woken up again. The second time in one night. She kept on having bad dreams about Tom Riddle chasing her around Hogwarts, trying to make her do things. She hadn't always had the dreams it was just since she had started writing in that stupid dairy in her first year at Hogwarts. She was very lucky to have survived. If Harry Hadn't have come and saved her she would be dead now.

She laughed to herself about having that silly little crush on him back then. She still loved him of course but now things were a lot different. She was a lot older and so was Harry. Oh she missed him. All she wanted was for Ron to invite him over so they could all hang out like they used to. Of course on one knew she still liked Harry like that. They all thought she had gotten over him when she started to date other boys. Well the truth was that she was trying to forget about him and move on with her life. She knew that he would never ask her out. That was all in one of her childish dreams. As she lay back down, she slowly drifted to sleep.

A/N: Hi I hope you liked it. The next chapter will come up in a few days. Please review and tell me what you like and dislike and I will try and fix it up.