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The Battle for the Soul of Hogwarts
Chapter 2
The Boy Who Knew Too Much

Harry Potter woke with a start. He was seated at his desk, in his small and semi-dark room. Life at the Dursleys' hadn't been that bad, for the first summer in about 16 years. Number Four, Privet Drive was just as boring to Harry, as was the rest of the town. He picked up an Owl Treat and walked over to his dresser. Atop the dresser sat a steel birdcage, housing a beautiful Snowy Owl.

"Hello Hedwig." Harry said to the owl as he opened the cage. He handed the treat to Hedwig who hooted with happiness. He stroked Hedwig's' head and headed back to his desk. Lying on the desk were his wand, letters from his friends and Sirius of course. Also there were pictures of his parents dancing around and smiling back at him.

He sat down and began to read a letter from his friend Ron.

Hey mate, Thought I'd just tell you that Mom cannot wait to see you again. She already has prepared a room especially for you. Lucky! Well anyways Hermione will be arriving here soon and hopefully you'll be around shortly there afterwards. Haven't heard anything from Sirius or any other member of the Order? Well just send a reply when you know your going to come. Mom or Dad will come and get you. Hopefully the Dursley's won't keep you long. See you soon.

-Ron

Harry walked over and sat on his bed. He was about to close his eyes when………

"HARRY POTTER!!" said a familiar voice up the stairs, "COME DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT."

"Yes!!" He replied. "What did I do now? I have been in my room for the past hour."

He made his way down the stairs. He followed the muttering sounds and walked into the living room. He found his Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley all gathered around the fireplace. Petunia noticed him.

"Vernon." She said to her husband gesturing her head in Harry's' direction.

"Ah, there you are." He said to him. "Explain this." He continuing, pointing at the fireplace.

"What??..." He trailed off when he saw what was happening in the fireplace. Green flames were shooting out of the hearth. "I don't know. I don't have Floo Powder."

"What Powder??" Uncle Vernon asked.

"Floo Powder it's a form of transportation in my world. I don't know what's going on, because I don't have Floo Powder. So it isn't my fault."

"Well what does it mean?" Aunt Petunia asked.

"Someone must be using it."

And indeed someone was. Out of the fireplace came an old man, dressed in purple robes with silver stars dotting it, a tall hat with the same attire, and a long silver beard. He wore half-mooned spectacles that were halfway down his crooked nose. He rose and nodded his head.

"Good-evening." The man said.

"Professor Dumbledore!!" Harry cried out.

"Hello Harry my boy. Enjoying your summer?"

Harry look at the Dursleys' then returned his gaze towards Dumbledore. "I guess so." He replied. "Professor what are you doing here?"

"I came because a strange felling came over me. And Fawkes cried out in a strange way as well. He's fine, he's fine. But I figure it had something to do with you. Could we talk in private? And could I bother you wonderful Aunt for a cup of tea?" He looked over at Aunt Petunia.

"Of course." She said sternly and walked out of the room with Uncle Vernon and Dudley behind her.

Dumbledore sat down in a chair and Harry sat on the couch opposite him.

"So tell me Harry, is there anything wrong, any strange dreams or feelings lately?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry took a deep breath. "Well I did have this dream a few minutes ago…………

I was in this house, and there was a man sitting in a chair, he was guarding a chest or something, and then someone came into the room. It was Bellatrix Lestrange I'm sure of it. She said she had come for the chest. The man wouldn't let her have it. He ran from the chair towards the fireplace. He took a handful of Floo Powder and threw it in. He silenced himself as he called out the name of the destination. He grabbed the chest and threw it in. Bellatrix tried to run but the man petrified her. He left the room and not long after that someone else came into the room. It was Voldemort. He revived Lestrange and told her she failed. He then pulled out his wand and killed her.

And then I woke up."

Dumbledore sat deep in thought for a moment before giving a sigh of relief and then said, "Have you had any other dreams like this before?"

"No," Harry said, "This is the first one in a while about Voldemort that is. I know it's the only one. Professor what is it?"

Dumbledore had fallen silent again. "Harry, you must tell me every time you begin to have these dreams, do you understand?"

"Yes Professor." Harry replied. "What do I do now?"

"There are events in motion now that we must absolutely take notice to. I am not saying why Voldemort is looking after the chest I had the man say I wanted to keep safe. There is a far more powerful secret than you can possibly imagine in that chest.The future of Hogwarts rests on that chest." Dumbledore answered.

"But what does this have to do with Voldemort killing off his Death Eaters?" Harry asked.

"Harry, I don't know why Voldemort would try killing off his Death Eaters. Now I must leave." Dumbledore said as he made his way to the fireplace.

"Here's your tea." Aunt Petunia said entering the room.

"Oh I'm sorry Petunia, dear, but I must be off." Dumbledore explained to her. "Goodbye Harry." He said sternly, "See you at the beginning of term." He picked up a handful of Floo powder from a small bag in his pocket. He threw the contents into the fireplace. "Professor Albus Dumbledore's' Office, Third Floor Corridor, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" And in a flash he was gone. The green flames reduced and everything was still.

"Fool didn't take the tea." Petunia hissed and left the room. Harry stared into the hearth.

"He had that man protecting that chest. What's so important that would have Dumbledore so worried about a chest?" He said to himself. He turned around and left the room. He walked past the Dursley's who gave him looks. He ran up the stairs and went to his room. He sat down at his desk, pulled a piece of parchment from the drawer and picked up his quill.

Snuffles,

I'm having those strange dreams again, but this time they are far worse of so Dumbledore says. I really need to talk to you. Anywhere, anytime just send me an owl. It's really important.

-Harry

He got up and walked over to Hedwig's cage. He opened the latch, and put his arm in the cage. Hedwig hopped up onto his arm. He tied the letter to he leg and walked to the open window. "Go right to Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, in London." He let her go. She rose into the air and disappeared into the night. He turned around he laid down on his bed. He sat there staring at the ceiling, until sleep finally took over.