Disclaimer: let's see... 'Dis'; prefix, meaning to the negative. 'Claim'; meaning to demand something officially that somebody has a right to or owns. 'Er'; suffix, meaning somebody who does something. Thus, I do not claim this to be my own... it is JK Rowling's - except for the plot, and Lily, and anybody else I happen to come up with.

I've had the idea for this story for like 3 or 4 years now. It switches from Lily's POV to Harry's, but this chapter has way more in Harry's point of view than Lily's.

Summary: The Dark Lord is openly back, and has been for nearly a year. Disasters caused by this magical devil surround Harry, Ron and Hermione, as they search for the horcruxes and battle to keep control over their life. This hunt for the dark, magical objects is made harder for Harry byGinny's insistance that she should be able to help, after she finds out through prophetic dreams, spurred by her love forHarry, aboutthe trio's task.Ginnyand Harry's friendship and love might be at stake, as might their lives, though fromVoldemorts doings rather than each other's.As if all of this is not enough, Voldemort has sent a personally trained assasin, disguised as anotherHogwarts student, tokillHarry. Will the teens be able to stop the world from sheer distruction, or will they be destoyed themselves?

I hope you like it! Here goes!

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I knew the note was about my new mission the moment Draco handed it to me saying "here. It's from the dark lord." I unfolded it with trembling hands; I couldn't wail to find out what my mission would be.

Lily,

Meet me in my "office" at nine O'clock tonight. I wish to discuss your mission. Bring your notebook, you will be taking notes. Be punctual.

Your "dark father"

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At nine that night, I walked through the dark, musty, corridors of the old riddle mansion, stopping outside a door with a snake winding around the doorknob engraved on it. I knocked, and stood there, waiting for the response I knew was coming: "enter!" my dark father's voice rang out. I obeyed. "Sit." I did so. "Now," he spoke again "as you know, in the next few weeks you will be starting a mission" I nodded "this mission may take years. It may take a decade or more, but you will not give up. This mission is of utmost importance, and if you fail, all may be lost." Very important! May take long time, but must happen! I jotted down quickly. "Now, do you have any idea of what your mission will be?" he asked.

"No, my lord." I answered.

"You have done well not to eavesdrop." He told me. If only he knew! It was impossible to eavesdrop, even with the "extendable ears" I had ordered, because imperturbable charms were put on any door an important conversation was being held behind. "Your mission" he continued "is to kill your brother."

"Kill my brother? My Lord! Are you saying that I will be the one to perform the deed! The crucial deed? What an honor!" I said, but inside, I wondered if I would be able to. Killing your own family seems almost impossible. Then again, my lord did it, and to him it was not hard! Surely, I, who shall be the next dark one, the dark lady, should be able to do it! I am strong! I will not fail! I thought.

"You shall enroll in Hogwarts- under the name Ilylay Otterpay- and become close friends with your dear brother. You will spy for me. Once you are trusted by your brother, you will betray him, kill him. Then, we will move in on the attack." The dark lord relayed his plan with such obvious pride that I hated to say what I said next.

"Wonderful plan, my lord, but, erm, errrrrrr, the name seems a bit obvious, well not so much obvious, but unbelievable. How would lily Otterp-aye (an: pronounced oterp-ay) be?" I critiqued cautiously.

"I suppose. It does sound better. Lily, though… won't he suspect anything?" My Lord asked.

"I do not think so, my lord. It's not an uncommon name, not like Hermione or something!" I said.

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(Harry's POV)

I yawned and stretched. When would Ron's owl inviting me over get here? He had promised to owl me the minute his mum would let me come, and Mrs. Weasley had said I could come after I had been at the Dursley's for two weeks-and it had been more than a month! Ron had all owled me plenty of times but he had never said anything about coming over. I stood up and walked over to the old desk in the corner. I would write to him and ask when I could come- after all, if I didn't come soon, I would miss Bill and Fluer's wedding!

Ron,

How is it with you?

I wrote.

Sorry for the abrupt start but…

When can I come over there! We need to start looking for the horcruxes. I think we should start in Godric's hollow, and we need to start sooner than later, if we're planning on going back to Hogwarts. Speaking of which, I'm willing to go back, as there may be a horcrux there, of Gryffindor's or Ravenclaw's. If we don't find anything there we should look in Godric's hollow. Actually, maybe we should go there first, before school starts. That way we'll know that, if nothing is there, we should first look for Ravenclaw's something or other. Godric's hollow is a more likely place than Hogwarts for Griffindore's horcrux. Anyways, I'll stop rambling. Bye,

Your best mate, Harry

P.S. Have you heard if Hermione's found anything about RAB yet? Have you?

There. Maybe Ron would tell me when I could come now. I slipped the letter inside an envelope I placed an identity spell on the envelope, making it impossible for anyone but Ron to open and read the letter, without his permission. The ministry of magic had granted me permission to use magic in the summer, so that I could protect myself if I was attacked by death eaters. Fortunately, the ministry was such a moron that they had (accidentally) made it so that I could also use magic for other things as well. Hedwig hopped over and wobbled on one leg, telling me to tie on the letter now, so she could deliver it by night. I obeyed her instructions and she flew out the window.

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(The next day, around noon)

"Boy!" Uncle Vernon shouted "come back here! You're not to leave this house until it shins like the top of old Mr. Finelli's head!" Mr. Finelli was our old next-door-neighbor, who always seemed to polish the top of his bald head. (AN: any Finellis reading this, sorry if someone in your family is like this: I just thought it would be funny and made up the name.)

I took a deep breath, trying to contain my rage. "Uncle Vernon, already today I've prepared –and cleaned up- breakfast and lunch. I have painted the fence and weeded the vegetable garden. I know perfectly well that I will make supper and clean it up later. I would like it very much if that was all I had to do today."

Uncle Vernon looked surprised that I had not shouted at him and threatened him the way I would have done last year. All the same, "fine. Run off and do- er- whatever it is you do. You are quite right that you will be making supper, so be back in time for that." He said gruffly.

I nodded and walked briskly over to the park. I sat on one of the swings for nearly an hour, thinking about Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. I wondered if Ron and Hermione would ever get together. If they did, would the bet about weather or not they would get together before they graduated still be on? Just as my thoughts started to repeat themselves, I noticed a…something flying at me. Just as it was about twenty feet in front of me, I realized it was pig, Ron's owl. I caught pig, exactly the way I would catch the snitch (as he was about that size) and opened the letter he was carrying.

Mate,

Sorry I haven't told you when you can come, but mum's been really busy what with preparing the wedding (which, by the way, is in four days) and she keeps telling me not to pester her.

I (finally) managed to ask mum, and she said you can come tomorrow. We'll pick you up at noon tomorrow- if the muggles and you are okay with that. Owl me back, and if it is okay, we'll come.

Ron

I ran back to the Dursley's house. "Uncle Vernon," I panted when I got there "my friend, Ron Weasley, just wrote me and asked if he and his family could pick me up to come to his house for the rest of the summer. Can I go?" I asked.

I could see my uncle thinking. He knew it would get rid of me, but it would also please me, something he hated to do. "I… suppose." Obviously, he had decided he would rather have me gone than unhappy and here. (an; sorry this is almost exactly like it is in GoF, but I like the description)

"Thanks." I said, and went back up to my room. I pulled out a piece of paper, and scrawled:

Ron,

The muggles are okay with me coming.

See you tomorrow,

Harry

I folded up the parchment, and tied it to Hedwig's leg. "Go on girl. Take this to Ron." I instructed.

I leaned out of the window, staring at the sky, watching Hedwig disappear into the sun. I continued staring out the window, once again thinking, though this time it was about the horecruxes. I thought about all the places Voldemort could have hidden the locket, the cup, and something of Griffindore's or Ravenclaw's. Godric's hollow seemed the most likely place for anything of Griffindore's, and Hogwarts seemed another possible place. I had just gotten to R.A.B., when uncle Vernon's bellowing called me downstairs to make supper.

(The next day, at 11:55)

As I threw my last pair of socks -another particularly evil pair that had once belonged to my uncle- into my trunk, I wondered how this visit of the Weasley's would turn out. Would they once again use floo-powder? Would Fred and George be coming, and if so which new product would they test? How would the Dursleys react? There were too many possibilities. All I could do was hope they came soon, and hope that we left soon as well, with as few problems as possible in-between.

I dragged my trunk down the stairs and pulled it out the door, dropping it on the porch. I sat down on top of it, only then realizing that the Weasley's might be arriving inside, and that it would have made more sense to wait in there. I shrugged, and closed my eyes, soaking up the rare sunlight. The dementors seemed to have stopped breeding for now. I sat there for a long time, and had just drifted into a light sleep when three simultaneous loud cracks caused me to jerk awake. I pulled out my wand, looking around wildly for the source of the noise, and fumbling for my glasses, which had fallen off when I was woken. People were laughing raucously as I grabbed my glasses and put them in front of my eyes. They were very familiar laughs… I turned around. Fred, George, and Ron were rolling around on the floor, similar looks of glee on their faces. Mr. Weasley appeared to be hiding a smile as well.

"You should have seen your face!" Fred- or George, it was hard to tell who was who, as they were both rolling around on the ground- roared.

"You jumped about a foot in the air!" the second twin added.

"It was hilarious!" Ron finished for them.

"I'm glad you think I'm such a fine comedian." I said dryly.

"Boys, boys. We are here to take Harry to our house, not to laugh at him." Fred, George, and Ron quieted their laughter to small snickers, then stopped altogether. "Alright," said Mr. Weasley "Harry, you and Ron are going to be side-along apparating, although you will not have to hold on very tightly. Ron will come with me again, Harry, you'll go with Fred, and George will take your trunk. George walked up to my trunk and grabbed it. "Ready? One, two, thr-"

"Wait!" I cut Mr. Weasley off. "I need to tell my aunt and uncle that I'm leaving now."

"Oh, right you are Harry. Do that quickly and come back out." I nodded and stuck my head in the house.

"Aunt Petunia? Uncle Vernon? My friend is here. I'm going now. Bye." I said tentatively. My response was a grunt, and Aunt Petunia saying vaguely to Uncle Vernon;

"Good bye, and good riddance, I'd say, but that boy'd put some evil spell on me." I stifled a laugh and walked over to the Weasleys.

"Ready? On three again." Mr. Weasley said. I took hold of Fred's arm as Ron did the same to his fathers' and George took up my trunk. "One… two…three!" the familiar feeling of being squeezed through a small rubber tube came to me. I still had not gotten used to the sensation.

With another "pop" we arrived right outside of the burrow, which seemed to have been expanded and no longer tilted as much. "'like what we've done to it?" Ron asked "with Fred and George's earnings, put together with everybody else's, we've managed to make it so that you and Hermione –oh, yeah, she's coming tomorrow- can each have your own room. We have a new living room and the old one's been made into Fred and George's room, which means Bill and Fleur are sharing their old one –mum's not too happy about that- and Charlie's got a room to stay in too." Ron finished, out of breath.

"Wow." I stared at the -much bigger- burrow. "'Care to show me around?" I asked, and Ron led me into the house.

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