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You're Not Alone

Chapter-1-More Deaths

Harry smiled as he looked out his window for the third time that night. He couldn't be happier. He was going back to Hogwarts in a few hours. Not only that, but he was with his favorite family in the whole world. The Weasley's! Who could be better?

"Harry," Ron groaned.

Harry turned around. "Yeah, Ron?"

"What are you doing still up, mate?"

"Sorry Ron," Harry said walking back to his bed on the floor. "I'm just excited, that's all."

Ron sat up. "About going back to Hogwarts? With Snape, Voldemort, McGonagall, homework, and crazy predctions? That Hogwarts?"

Ron sighed. "You're crazy." And he laid back down.

Harry put his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. When he decided that he was not in fact going to fall asleep any time soon, he went out for a walk.

He opened the back kitchen door and stepped out onto the porch. What was Hogwarts going to be like this year? He was going into his sixth year, and Voldemort was back to full power. How was he going to defeat him now? Sure he had his friends like he did every year, but this was different.

This year, Voldemort had strength, power, and his own powerful body. And his own wand for that matter. Would it be harder to destroy him this year? Was it even possible? Could even his friends help him this year again? Then again, he did also have Sirius this year. Could his god father help him? How? He was still a convict in the eyes of…well…everyone.

Harry sighed. He was sure his friends were getting tired of always helping him. If he only knew someone else that had to deal with Voldemort like he had to in the past. He though of Sirius and wondered if the man had ever come face to face with Voldemort. If not then was there someone who would and could understand what he was going through? And know other things that he didn't know.

Harry sighed. But then it occurred to him. What if there was someone out there who really did know what he was going through? Who really could understand? Who really could help? Who would be there by his side and wouldn't give up?

Harry chuckled. Yeah right. Who else could Voldemort possibly be after? Who else could he possibly be trying to kill as much as he tried on Harry? Who else had a history with him like he did?

Harry chuckled again before going back into the house and finally falling asleep.

"LEAVE THEM ALONE!!" a girl shouted.

"That would be more threatening if you ACTUALLY HAD your wand!" Voldmeort hissed in a cold voice.

The girl shivered. "THEY NEVER DID ANYTHING TO YOU! DON'T MAKE ME-"

"Don't make you what?" Voldemort hissed again. "I've heard about you! I hear what they say in the streets. People say you have this 'charmed tong.' If you had a charmed voice you would have talked to your brother."

"LEAVE HIM OUT OF THIS! YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO KILL OUR PARENTS!"

"YOUR parents? But they aren't YOUR parents, are they?"

The girl shivered again.

"AVADA-"

"NO! KINGTA-MAY-"

Too late. Her parents were dead, and she was back in her living room with bleeding wrist and a cut lip.

Harry sat up drenched in cold sweat. That was the worst nightmare he had ever had of Voldemort. But from past experience, he knew this was no regular nightmare.

Harry stood up and was about to wake up Ron when he noticed he wasn't in his bed anymore. Harry quickly ran downstairs. "Ron?" he shouted.

"Harry!"

He heard Hermione and ran towards her. "Hermione!" He knelt down in front of her onto the couch.

"Harry? What's wrong?" she asked when she saw his eyes begin to tear up and his bottom lip shake. "Harry!" She said getting down besides him. "What is it?" Is it-"

"Yes," Harry said quickly. "It's Voldemort! He just murdered again! I have to talk to Sirius!"

Now Hermione began to get tears in her eyes. "He did? Who? When? Where?"

"I don't know," Harry breathed. "But this was different."

"How?"

"I don't know," Harry said again more aggravated.

"Okay, Harry. Shh. . ." Hermione took him in her arms and hugged him while rocking back and forth.

Harry let go after awhile. "Please, Hermione," he said. "Mrs. Weasley babies me enough." He laughed to show her he was joking. Hermione nodded. "But really, where is Ron? I think you two should hear this."

"He ran out with Mrs. Weasley," Hermione told Harry. She grabbed Harry's hand and lifted him up. "Harry? What happened?"

Harry started, "I don't know. Their was a girl. She was tied to a wall or something. And her parents and Voldemort was there."

A single tear fell from Hermione's eye. "Did he. . .?"

Harry nodded. "Her parents, yes. But not her."

"Did she get away?" Hermione asked again.

"That's what's so strange about it," said Harry. "It was like, he…" It was hard for him to discuss Voldemort murdering someone else. "After he…you know…she vanished. Like he got what he wanted from her…"

Hermione lowered her head. "And. . . .?"

Harry looked back up at her. "And it's strange. This girl seemed so familiar. Like I knew her in a past life or something. Not too long ago."

"Did you see her face?"

"No. But, I'm sure if I tried, I could remember."

"Then try."

"I…not now. Hermione what's a charmed tong?"

"A charmed tong?" Hermione repeated.

Harry nodded. "In my dream Voldemort said something about her having a charmed tong."

"I don't know." After a moment Hermione said again. "I think it has something to do with doing magic with out a wand. But I'm not sure, I can look it up for you if you want."

Harry nodded. "I do."

Ron came back later that morning with his mother. Harry, Hermione and Ginny were all sitting in the kitchen. Ginny looked up. "Hey mum."

"Hello Ginny," said Mrs. Weasley. "Good morning, Hermione. Good morning, Harry. Sleep well?"

"Good morning, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione smiled. "What did you and Ron get?"

"Just some extra food. Ginny, come help me. Harry? Harry!"

Harry's head snapped up. "Oh, hello Mrs. Weasley. When did you get back?"

"Are you feeling alright dear?"

Harry nodded. "Of course."

The girl cried on her living room floor. What was she going to do now? Where was she going to go? She had no parents, no money, no nothing. "ALBUS DUMBLEDORE WHERE ARE YOU?! I NEED YOU!!" She leaned forward and cried harder.

"Harry," she muttered. "I'm so sorry I never told you. It wasn't supposed to be like this. We were supposed to meet this year."

"And that you will," said a kind voice.

The girl lifted her head and looked in the direction of the voice. She smiled and ran towards her fireplace. "Professor Dumbledore! Thank God!"

Dumbledore smiled. "I think you should come to London."

"To Hogwarts?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "No. I think you and I need to talk before we actually get you to Hogwarts. The Leaky Caldron? We can there. Grab your powder and meet me in five minutes."

"Yes sir."

Harry didn't eat any breakfast that morning. He played with it. But that was about it. Mrs. Weasley finally took it away from him and made everyone get into the car.

"Hogwarts should be very interesting this year, don't you think?" Mrs. Weasley said trying to make conversation.

"As long as Voldemort doesn't bring any crap up," Ginny said.

"Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley hissed.

Ginny looked at Harry. "Sorry," she muttered.

Harry just smiled and looked back down at the floor.

"What's wrong?" Ron asked Harry.

Hermione kicked Ron in the shin lightly. Ron looked at her and noticed her shack her head. "Later," she mouthed. And that was the end of it.

Professor Dumbledore looked up when he heard someone call his name. A girl of sixteen years of age was walking up to him with a small smile on her face. She had long black hair, with a few waves here and there that reached past her shoulders. Her eyes were, right now, a dull green because of what had happened.

"Jessie!" Dumbledore greeted. "How was the trip?"

Jessie sighed and sat across from him. "It could have been better." She did not have much of an English accent. Only with certain words could one hear where she was really from.

Dumbledore nodded. "I understand." There was a few moments of silence and then Dumbledore spoke very softly. "We might as well get straight to it." Jessie looked at him. "You want to do this?"

She nodded. "Absolutely. I miss Harry. He has no idea what he can do, what we can do, I feel so guilty! He's going to be so angry. He needs to know!"

Dumbledore held up his hand. "And he will. And what with…your parents…" Jessie's eyes watered over, "I think now would definitely best rather than the Christmas Holidays."

Jessie could not help but laugh. "Really?" She shook her head. "It's not fair."

"What's not fair Ms. Potter?"

"Harry thinks he is the only Potter left. That he has no family. At least I knew. Why didn't we tell him?"

Dumbledore chuckled. "When you meet Harry for the first time in person, you will know why."

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