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Harry sat in his dark room staring at the computer screen, his eyes felt drowsy and his head heavy. He never had much sleep recently; the death of Dumbledore still haunted him.

Harry felt his eyes closing and he went into a deep slumber.

A green light erupted into Harry's peaceful sleep, he saw Dumbledore falling into darkness, and Harry reached out his hand.

"Grab it professor." He shouted, "Just grab my hand!"

Harry woke up suddenly, tears formed in his eyes, another dream about Dumbledore. Harry looked at his computer screen, an icon flashing, alerting him of a message.

Harry rubbed his eyes and adjusted his glasses before opening the message.

"Hello Harry Potter…the boy who lived…"

Harry was puzzled, who could this be? Surely Hermione won't send him this message, and Rom had no idea how to use a computer. Harry cautiously pressed reply.

"Hello, who is this?"

Harry clicked on sent, instantly another message came for Harry.

"You do not need to know who I am right now, but I can help you…"

"Help me with what?"

"I know about your dream, I can help you get revenge...Interested? I know you would be, meet me tomorrow 11pm under the giant tree two blocks from your house."

"Why should I trust you?"

Harry typed back, however there were no replies. Harry sat in the blue light of his computer, staring blankly at the blinking cursor. Questions flooded his mind, this has to be a trap but what if its not? This could be his only chance to avenge Dumbledore's death. He must meet with this stranger who knows; perhaps he is the answer to all Harry's problems.

The next day Harry stayed in his room, not even his aunt and uncle could drag Harry out, they pounded on his door and yelled threats at him, but Harry did no pay much attention, his mind is focused on his meeting tonight. It could be a trap set by the death eaters, but what choice does he have?

The day dragged by slowly, until at last night has fallen and the Dursley's are all fast asleep. Harry crept out of the house and into the cold night air; thick clouds covered the night sky with threat of rain.

Soon the Dark tree came into view, Harry placed his right hand into his jacket and his tightened his grip on his wand. Harry squinted into the darkness but he saw no one, Harry walked cautiously over to the tree, his ears struggled to hear the sound of approaching foot steps but the only sound is his own heart beat.

Beep Beep Beep

Harry's watch alarm went off, it is now 11 pm, yet still no sign of the stranger.

"This is ridiculous, why did I even come here for." Harry muttered under his breath and turned to head back home, no sooner did he turn around a low voice spoke.

"Ah yes, I was hoping you would show up."

Harry quickly tuned around, his wand pointed towards the direction of the sound. A dark tall figure stood under the shadow of the tree, and black hood covered his body, only his hands are visible.

"Show yourself!" Harry commanded, his wand travelled towards the man's chest.

"My dear boy, so much anger, kills me and you will never achieve the revenge you seek." The cloaked man smiled, he has the upper hand now.

"What is it that you want?" Harry asked again, his wand lowered to his side.

"I am sure that Dumbledore have informed you of the Horcruxes, yes, then you should also know that if you manage to destroy all the Horcruxes You know who's power will be far greater then yours."

The hooded man stretched out his arms, in his hand a gold parchment fluttered in the wind.

"Take this; it is a map to the greatest power ever imaginable. Legend has it, in a time far prior to the foundation of Hogwarts, three crystals were scattered across the lands, when united it will grant the wielder untold powers." The stranger placed the parchment into Harry's hands. "It contains the information of the whereabouts of the first crystal, you will need to find the whereabouts of the remaining two, I shall watch over your progress with great interest Harry Potter."

The stranger stepped backwards and raised his hand above his head; great gusts of wind blew over the pair, causing dry leaves and dust to fill the air. Harry struggled to balance as sand stung his eyes. When the wind died, the stranger was gone. The only evidence of the meeting was the old parchment in his hands.

Across the street an of hidden pair of eyes studied the boy, the plan is in place, now patience is the game.

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