Harry awoke with a jolt of pain searing his scar. All it did was hurt anymore since Voldemort was getting stronger by the day. He could feel how massive his power was getting. Voldemort had been attacking parts of England all summer. It wasn't low scale attacks either, he was going after the muggle world. Important buildings ad been mysteriously catching on fire, no sign of accident or arson. Bridges colapsing with cars crashing into the water. They were becoming more frequent and began to spread in Ireland and Scotland. Harry knew that it wouldn't stop there.
The Order never seemed to slow Voldemort down. He didn't have a pattern so they never knew where he was going to attack next. It was all so random; of no importance to him,but of importance to the muggles. He was only doing it because he could, because he wanted to shake the world.
The Order never seemed to slow him
down.
It didn't help that Harry was stuck in the Dursley's till
he was seventeen and could only communicate with the Order through
owls. They never like to say a lot in letters since the owls could be
intercepted. Half the time Harry never got a straight answer. All
Harry could do was sit in his room. He couldn't research the
horcruxes and he couldn't help in the war against Voldemort.
Harry went to his window and looked out at the twilight. He didn't see Hedwig and she should have been back by now. It had been days since he sent his letter to Hermione asking about any knews on the horcruxes. He balled up his fist and slammed it against his window. He laid down on his bed and closed his eyes. Everytime he closed his eyes it just reminded him of how he was stuck in a room in Surrey with the Dursley's. Harry rolled over and looked at the picture of his parents. Only if they were here. Harry thought as he laid the picture down on his chest. He knew his parents would help him, that they would see him through this. Only if it had been somebody else and not them. But if it hadn't been them then all of this probably wouldn't have been happening. Harry wouldn't be alone trying to stop the most powerful wizard of all time.
Harry had Ron and Hermione but in his mind he was alone.
Harry heard a rapping on his window and he sat up to see Hedwig with a letter in her claw. Harry happily got up and opened his window. Hedwig flew in and landed the table setting the letter down.
"Its always good to see you." Harry said as he pet Hedwig. She let out a soft hoot and fluttered to her cage. Harry eagerly opened the letter from Hermione.
Dear Harry, I know that things are
difficult but you will be seventeen soon. I haven't had much luck
researching, I am limited to what I can research without a library at
my disposal. Things will be better once you are out of that awful
place. We'll hopefully be able to get out hands on some books and
learn more about the horcruxes. Please try to be paitent, I know how
you tend to get. Love, Hermione. Harry
Harry set down the
letter. Hermione was right, it wouldn't be any use to get angry. I
still need Dumbledore Harry thought as he once again sat down on
his bed. Then Harry though of it, what they needed to help them.
Harry pulled out some parchment with quill and ink. He quickly
scribbled a letter back to Hermione.
Dumbledore's journals.
Thats what we need. Its bound to have a ton of information about
where he thought the next horcruxes were and probably a little about
Voldemort. We'll just have to get our hands on them.
Harry
folded up the parchment and stuck it in an envelope. Harry turned to
Hedwig.
"I know that you're tired but in the morning I need you to take this to Hermione for me." Harry said as he showed Hedwig the envelope. Harry set it down on his table and laid down on his bed. For once he was going to have a peaceful nights sleep.
Harry awoke screaming as visions flashed through his mind. His scar burned as he trashed on his bed. He could see them, death eaters. They were in a house. There was a family cowering on the floor. A mother, father, and a daughter. He knew they were all going to die. The death eaters pulled out their wands ready to inflict their pain. Harry only got bits and pieces of the whole things but thats what he was able to understand from them. The pain stopped and Harry was breathing heavily clutching his chest. It was a premonition. Harry knew there was something of importance to it but he couldn't even begin to guess what. He knew that wasn't the only family who was being attacked. Harry closed his eyes tightly and laid back on his bed. As he closed his eyes he remembered the look on the girls face as she knew what lay ahead of her, and tears poured out of her emerald eyes. Harry once again didn't get the sleep that he wanted.
