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Harry: Didn't you already say this?

Symarity: Ever heard of 'reminders'?

Rose: Well at least she's doing this, not like she's taking all the credit.

Symarity: Exactly! Well, anyway, on to the next chapter: ALLONS-Y!

Doctor (10): OI! That's my line!

Symarity: Sorry...

My Scar's Burning?

"ARRRG!" Said a boy in the dark.

"Eh?" said another voice, the light's came on, and a woman is lying next to him. She had freckles on her cheeks and a tired look on her face. Her hair was a bright orange, and her eye were a brown color. The boy next to her had jet black, messy hair. and bright green eyes. He had his hand to his forehead, and was wincing in pain.

She frowned, "Harry, What's wrong?"

He looked over to her, his green eyes staring into her brown eyes, "It's...Ginny, It's my scar."

Her eyes widened, "Are you sure? That couldn't be true."

"I'm positive. " he said, now sitting up, "I just don't get it. This hasn't hurt in 19 years. Why now?"

"I don't know," she said, "But, you don't think it has anything to do with the kids, do you?"

"We told them to alert us if there was, but it's been a month, so it couldn't have been about them."

She looked down, "But if there was something wrong with them," she looked back at him, "what would you think it is?'

"I...I honesty don't know. It hasn't burned this bad before." he touched his scar again, it only just stung now, "This is something more..."

Ginny leaned into Harry, and gave him a hug, "Let's talk about it in the morning, okay?"

Harry thought for a moment, then finally nodded, "Yeah, in the morning." he kissed her forehead, and they both lied back down. Ginny switched off the light, and they both drifted off to sleep.

"HARRY! ANOTHER DEATH EATER, DOWN THERE!" Ron said. Him and Harry had been ordered to chase down the last of Voldemort's followers, as to make sure he isn't resurrected. They had captured 2 of them already, now all they need was one more. This one had a cloak on, and was carrying an orb. He had stolen a prophesy from The Department of Mysteries.

"STUPIFY!" Harry yelled, and a beam of red light shot from his wand. It hit the death eater on the chest and blasted over to the wall on the other side. The prophesy rolled out of his hand and stopped at the stairs. Harry and Ron gave each other a high-five and ran down the stairs. Ron picked up the prophesy and walked with Harry to the death eater. Harry lowered the hood on his cloak, to show a rather grimy looking man. His teeth looked like they've been from wood, and his eyes were buggy, and black.

"So," he said, in a hoarse voice, "What will you do with me? Now that you have your precious prophesy."

"Who exactly are you? How did you come into possession of this?" Harry said, in a demanding voice.

"None of your business." Suddenly, he disintegrated into a flesh-colored puddle.

The two friends flinched at the site.

"Bloody hell," Ron said, "what kind of magic do you think that was?"

"I don't know," Harry said, he bent over and scooped up some of the liquid, "but this stuff seems, strange." He gave it a sniff, but drew back in disgust, "YUCK!"

"What?" Ron said.

"It...It smells like flesh." he said, shaking the liquid off his hands.

"Gross," Ron said, he held up the orb, "why do you think he wanted this?"

"I don't know, but what ever it is, it must have been important." He said.

"Do you want to hear it?" Ron said, a glint in his eye.

Harry sighed, "Fine." They both held the prophesy and looked straight into it.

"A storm is rising..." It began, in a ghostly voice, "A terrible storm is coming, greater than the one fought many years ago...The Dark lord will return, stronger than ever...along with an army stronger than the one that follows now...the nightmares of millions will become reality, and terrorize all in the universe...The chosen one, and his friends must find a man in a blue box...a man who had died many times, lived many lives, and worn many faces...A lord of time, who lost his whole race in fire...he will come to meet his fate, the Bad Wolf will fall, and the chosen one gone...if these events come to being, the universe will be lost, and silence will fall." The orb settled down.

Harry looked up, only to see Ron's horrified face.

"Blimey, now I regret making you listen with me." He said, "Do you think it's right?"

"I..." Harry trailed off, he just stared at the orb until he said, "It was right about me and Voldemort, and that was at our sixth year."

"Yeah, that's true," Ron said, pushing Harry's head up, until he was facing him, "but this doesn't make sense. A lord of time, who has repeatedly died and lived, and he has a blue box? His people, possibly friends, died in fire? Bad Wolf will fall? Universe gone, and silence falls? It's all a load of rubbish if you ask me."

"I guess you're right, but what if it is true? We have to tell Hermione and Ginny about this, as well as the other aura's and our other friends. Any of them could have an idea about this." Harry said

"Okay," Ron said, in a very annoyed voice, "we'll tell Hermione, and we'll look for this, 'Blue-Box-Time-Lord' guy," He waved his arms as he said his stupid comment, "only for a week, then that's it. If we haven't found anything by then, oh well."

"Agreed." Harry said with a nod, "But first, lets handle the two death eaters upstairs."

Ron nodded, and the two of them headed back up the stairs. they grabbed the death eaters, leaning against the wall, by their necks, and apperated out.

Okay, that will be all for tonight. The prophesy was rather hard to think up. But it's coming along. I'm gonna try to finish this by the end of the month, so that means a new chapter every day, and I'm continually updating the chapters. I hope I get lots of views and I hope this comes out well. So thank you, keep a look out for the next chapter.