Disclaimer: (Do I have to do this for every chapter?) I do not own Harry Potter…

Chapter 2: A Warning

A framed picture of a red haired teenager flew across the room, still waving enthusiastically. It landed with a crash on the opposite wall, denting a huge hole in it, and knocking over a lamp post.

"James!" cried Harry, waving his arms around in the air, "How many times do I have to tell you not to take my wand?"

"James likes pictures go BOOM!" said James in a way-too-happy voice, evidently not hearing Harry at all. James has dark, jet-black hair and like Harry's, it would never stay down. Although they are easily repaired, James has been having too much fun this week, throwing pictures around, and this one was the sixth one broken today. There was already a pile moving pictures in a corner: A boy with multicolored hair on a broomstick, A boy with dark, jet-black hair with a wand in between his teeth, A girl with flaming, red hair hugging a little baby Albus, and the biggest one: A huge man with wiry hair and beard next to a Hippogriff. Harry doesn't even know where James gets his wands; sometimes they weren't even Ginny's or his. Now, Harry was so put-up and angry with James, that he would have gladly chucked him out of the second floor window.

"Oh, let him be Harry," said an amused voice behind them. It was Ginny. Even at age 26, her red hair made it look it her head was on fire, "I bet you were just like him when you were three."

"No, actually I was locked in a tiny cupboard under the stairs for 11 years," Harry replied, now grinning. The memory still brought smiles for Harry. If he had known that he was a wizard back then, he would have happily (and easily) thrown everything in the house at Dudley, his piggy cousin, who had bullied Harry from the day he was dropped onto their door step.

Now Ginny and Harry lived in a two-storied wizard house with their three children: James, Lily, and Albus. Teddy, Lupin's son also lived with them. Teddy has messy hair that changes color every few minutes. (The house had four bedrooms for each of the children, and a master bedroom for Harry and Ginny.) This year, at the end of the summer, Teddy would be turning 11 and leaving for Hogwarts on Sept.1. This meant that they would also need to be going to Diagon Ally soon.

Ginny left Harry and James alone and walked over to the table to make breakfast. She tossed her hair back and drew out a wand. With a wave and a streak of red light, she conjured up plates of food in mid-air. Ginny set them on the table, crossed over, and picked up a sheet of the Daily Prophet, on which a very pleased Minerva McGonagall was smiling.

New Hogwarts Headmistress

Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, has gained a new headmistress. Minerva McGonagall has been selected as the new headmistress for the next term. This has been the first time in history Hogwarts has had a female Headmistress. Before, as an assistant for Dumbledore, she will with no doubt, also show the loving kindness and protection that Dumbledore has once placed on his students. She is hopping that her term is just as successful as any of the other formal Headmasters and wishes the same luck to all…

And a quote from McGonagall to the students: "Don't forget. School starts on Sept. 1, and don't be late to catch the train on platform 93/4 at 11o'clock. The supplies and books should be sent by owl to your houses a week or two ahead. Make sure you get everything you need and good luck to all! "

-Kelly Kildings-

"Hey Harry," Ginny suddenly gasped, "Did you see this?" She began to read it aloud.

A Mysterious Disappearance

A mysterious disappearance has been shocking the Ministry lately. A few days ago, there had been a breaking in Azkaban.

"It hasn't happened in 17 years!" They had told the press, " Last time is was because of you-know-who- coming back, but he's gone now…And the odd things is , the dementors don't seem to have noticed at all."

The Ministry is still trying to capture the escaped prisoner as fast as they could. The Public is in wild panic and shock as of now.

The Ministry has ordered Aurors to station at the train on Sept.1, to ensure the safety of the students on the Hogwarts train. Some have been set to be on the train and ride to Hogwarts if any trouble is to come.

-Marty Anderson-

"Did you know about that Harry?" Ginny asked, looking a little worried and a little angry.

"Well….yeah, but it wasn't anyone too important," Harry said, now turning to face an angry Ginny, "Besides they told me to be at the Hogwarts station."

"Who was it?"

"It was Crouch."

"What!? Crouch!? Are you out of your mind? He was the reason why Voldemort had returned to power. He's…"

"He got his soul sucked out…remember?"

Ginny had been beside Harry in the Hospital wing in hid fourth year when they had found out.

"But, Harry, Dementors could 'die', and if his Dementor died, (which in no doubt it did…)he would be able to get his soul back," Ginny started, putting the piece of Daily Prophet back down on the kitchen table. The breakfast was steaming slowly, making little puffs of vapor.

"Only every 1,000 years…" Harry began, a little agitated, but Ginny cut cross him.

"…or if its Dark Magic."

"And who would want to return crouch's soul back to him?" But the look on Ginny's face was more than an answer. "He's dead, Ginny." Harry said calmly as he slid an arm around Ginny's shoulder, "Voldemort's dead(Besides your beginning to sound like Hermione.)." Ginny had once lost a brother because of Voldemort, and Harry could tell that the memory was still very deep. "Oh come on, Ginny." He turned Ginny around, looked into her eyes, and was just about to have on of those moments when a loud crash made them both jump. James had somehow gotten hold of a wand and turned the sofa on its side. The sofa shook itself, gave an all-mighty heave, and turned back to its normal position. James laughed and rolled around on the carpet. Ginny sighed, picked up James and went to call the other children for breakfast. Harry stood there for a moment, then stooped and picked up his wand. No, it wasn't possible; He's dead…..and I killed him.

A few moments later, everyone was sitting in the living room. Teddy was playing with a toy broomstick and Lily and Albus were playing Gobstones (more like trying to gobble the stones). Ginny was sitting on the floor watching them 'play'. Lily has flaming red hair like Ginny. Albus has dark black hair with a tint of red in them. James was trying to steal Harry's wand from his back pocket again.

"Dad," Teddy said suddenly. He had looked up when his broom stick flew away from him. Lily and Albus were so started that Albus accidentally swallowed a stone, and Lily had dumped the whole lot of it on Albus's head.

"Hm?" Harry answered unconcernedly; He was sitting on the sofa, reading a book—The dementor: A Soul of Misery.

"What was your first day at school like?"

Harry closed the book and set it on a side table. He grinned at Teddy and replied, "Well, the first day has its surprises. You travel there by train. (That's what you say. What about your second year?) Once your there, you'll get sorted into four different houses: Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin… " All of a sudden, Harry felt an excruciating stab of pain on his forehead. His hand went automatically to his scar but caught Ginny's concerned eye and tried to pass it off by messing up his already untidy hair. Harry stood up, a little shaky, swaying.

"Bathroom," he murmured as he rushed out of the room, leaving James, Lily, Teddy, and Albus, who was still chocking on a stone, starring after him like a huge flying rhino had just flew into the room with a tutu on. Ginny, however, ran after him, calling.

"Harry? Harry, are you…um…OK? What happened?" Ginny's voice came from outside the bathroom door.

"Nothing," Harry replied hastily. What did just happen? Had he just imagine it? His scar hadn't burned that severely since 10 years ago, when Voldemort had been destroyed. He did die didn't he? Harry rustled his hair a little and looked at himself in the mirror, which shook its frame in disapproval. There was sweat on Harry's face. His scar was still stinging. Then it split. One moment he was in the bathroom, the next he was falling, falling and slipping in to darkness, and everything went black.

He was in a yard, a graveyard. The night sky was an odd dark greenish blue color. To his left was a willow tree; He was standing in front of a headstone. Harry could not read the name, but he turned. He was feeling extremely happy, happier than he had ever felt before, and powerful, very powerful.

"We'll stay in the house," Harry said in a cold, high-pitched voice that was not his, "until I can find a more…suitable company." He raised his wand, his thin, white, spidery fingers stretched in front of himself. Enjoying the feeling of finally being able to hold a wand again, he cast a misty, cloud of a huge green snake with shining yellow eyes. It whirled in the air for a minute, hovering higher and higher before vanishing. Harry turned and prodded the heap of robes shivering on the ground. I stirred and lifted a head of dirty hair. Harry looked at it disgusted. The man had blood all over his face and arm.

"Stand-up…Crouch!" Harry spoke again, his eyes flashing. He raised his wand and heard a cry of agony that rang out into the night sky.

Almost instantly, Harry forced himself out of the darkness, the graveyard, the voice that was not his, the voice that had a piercing familiarity.

"Crouch!?" Harry gasped. He was sprawled on the bathroom floor, shaking uncontrollably. He got up and stared down at his hands. They had been, as he remembered, long, thin, and skeletal. Harry felt a horrible shudder in his pocket, and cautiously, he reached into his pocket and took out his wand. Harry had left it at Hogwarts years ago, but was forced to take it back when he was offered the job as a head Auror. Now, he gaped at the wand; It was shaking and vibrating just like the night in his fourth year when he battled Voldemort; Voldemort, the dark wizard who had killed Harry's parents when he was only one years old. Harry's breathing quickened, and he shoved his wand back into his back pocket. His mind was racing. And it struck him: The deadly truth that was feared by all. Voldemort was back. He had come back without an army, but he had once again, overcome mortality. It couldn't be true...how?Harry walked out of the bathroom, not knowing where or what he was doing, that he didn't even realize when he hit his head on the door frame on the way out. What would the press say if they found out? What would happen at the Hogwarts station on Sept.1if they did? What would he do now? Now, that death was once again at the end of every step.