A/N: I disclaim almost all of the characters and settings to the following people: J. K. Rowling, George Lucas, and Anne Walsh a.k.a. whydoyouneedtoknow. I got Anne's permission to use her characters in my stories. Thanks, Anne.

Chapter 1: Where There's a Will...

Harry Potter yawned and lay down on his now-unmade bed. Boy, am I glad there haven't been any battles with Voldemort for months now. I hope that'll continue for a while. The 17-year-old pulled the covers up to his neck.

"G'night, Harry," said a half-asleep Ron Weasley.

"See ya tomorrow, Ron," Harry replied, and then he fell asleep.

He began dreaming. He dreamt that a mysterious person was holding him captive. He couldn't protest. At least, not in a human voice. All he could do was growl. The person had spoken in a language that he didn't understand. He had been handed over to an overgrown, very disgusting slug. After a long time, Ron was pushed into his cell. The redhead was apparently blind, but when Harry growled, Ron seemed to comprehend.

Later, they were being brought up to the slug's throne room. But then, before they made it into the throne room, the dream suddenly changed. Harry felt like he was right there in the dream. He had an odd feeling that he, Harry Potter, should be killed. Then it dawned on him.

He was Lord Voldemort.

He looked in the shadows of a tree and saw a person there. He could not see the feature of this person since he—or she—was in the shadows; however, Harry (or Voldemort) spoke to him—or her—calmly.

"Now, my new ally," Harry told the figure, "your time has come to prove yourself to me."

"I will, my Lord," the figure said in a female voice. "I'll do what I have done for several millennia."

"Harry Potter must die!" Voldemort proclaimed.

"But before I can kill him," the mysterious figure continued, "I must choose the right bait to attract him."

"And I know two people who might be the right bait," Voldemort told her. "One is one of his best friends, Hermione Granger. The other is his girlfriend, Ginevra Weasley."

"SHE IS NOT!" Harry almost shouted. But he couldn't say anything.

"I will take," she replied after a moment, "the Weasley girl."

"This will be the end of the Boy Who Lived," Harry said.

Both villains laughed evilly for a few seconds. Then the shadowy figure walked towards the light. She was just about to step into the light when…

"Harry!" exclaimed a voice.

Harry jolted awake. "Ron?" he asked. "Wh-what's wrong?"

"You were screaming."

"No, I wasn't. Was I?" Harry looked around and saw all the boys in the dormitory staring at him except for those who were currently snoring.

"You were; you woke most of us up."

"What time is it?"

"Eleven thirty-two. What was wrong?"

"I-I was dreaming I was Voldemort." There were quite a few shudders when Harry said the name. "He was…talking to another person in the shadows. I never saw her face."

"Then how didja know that it was a woman?"

"That was just a guess. It sounded like a woman's voice."

"What were they plotting?" Ron wanted to know.

"He was going to use her help to get rid of me. They were thinking about kidnapping Ginny or something like that."

Ron stared. "But how could they do that? Hogwarts is the safest place there is."

Harry sighed. "Knowing Voldemort, he might find a way."

"I think we know all of his tricks, Harry."

"Maybe not."

"But it was just a dream, right?"

"I hope so." Harry rearranged his blankets. "In that case, let's not worry ourselves sick 'bout this, okay?"

"'Kay, Harry!" said Ron.

Everyone who was awake lay down and was soon asleep. But just before going into a dreamless slumber, Harry had one last thought.

A/N: All right, audience. Do you think Harry stopped before a "good part?" Say in your reviews, okay. Thanks.