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I would just like to warn you that I have only checked this chapter once for any mistakes, I will check it again tomorrow when I have more time but I just wanted to get this chapter up before I go sleep. I hope you enjoy it!


"Thoughts have been running through my head ever since that night, was it my fault they died or was it their destiny?"

It was a cool summer's night. All the curtains were closed and many people had retreated to their beds after a working through a very long hot day.

But someone still had his curtains open as he was too busy reading letters that had just arrived.

The boy leaned against his broken headboard as he shuffled through the letters, reading them one by one. He smiled as he read the letter that his friend, Ron, sent him.

Dear Harry,

How are you mate? I hope those muggles are treating you alright. There are, aren't they? Mum keeps asking me about them, I still don't think she believes they really put bars on your window before. She says that if you have any trouble with them just send us a note and she'll come running. Personally I think it would be better if she sent the Twins after you, I've heard a Canary Cream can go a long way.

Have you done any work yet? Hermione asked me if I had and I stupidly told her that I hadn't even thought about it yet. She spent a whole week scolding me about it and she still won't leave me alone. Word to the wise mate, if she asks, either don't say anything or say yes. It'll be worth it, trust me – my ears are still ringing from the last lecture she gave me.

I still can't say much about what's going on here. Mum still says I can't say anything until Dumbledore gives the go ahead and even then it'll be too risky in case some intercepts the letter. I asked her again about when you will be allowed over but she just said that Dumbledore still won't let you come and that he still had his reasons. I have no idea what they are but he's obviously sticking by them, I'm sorry mate.

Hang in there!

Give the muggles hell!

Ron

Harry grinned. That sounded just like Ron. He snorted when he got to the part about Hermione and vowed that from now on he would always tell her that he had done his homework so he would be saved from her lectures. He put Ron's letter down and started on next one.

Dear Harry,

How are you lately? I hope you are alright. I know you must hate it during the summer while you're trapped with those horrible muggles. Ron tells me that he asked his mother about you coming over to stay during the summer but Dumbledore told her that you can't. I don't see why, you'll be perfectively safe with them. I wonder what his reasons are for keeping you there. Do you have any ideas on what it might be?

Also, Ron tells me that he hasn't started his homework yet, I'm so angry at him. Doesn't he know that this year is important? The OWL's are coming this year and he can't even remember a simple colour changing charm! Please tell me that you have started yours.

I've been quite busy over here but I still can't give you details on what it is. I've been told that we can't say much and that we can't put anything important in our letters in case they go astray so I still can't talk about you-know-what, obviously in case the letters I send get intercepted. I know that's not what you want to hear Harry but I promise that when we see you we will tell you everything as there is a fair amount of things going on.

I expect we'll be seeing you quite soon.

Try to stay out of trouble with the muggles,

Hermione

Harry smiled down at the letter. He appreciated Hermione's attempts to cheer him up, he really did, but at the same time he didn't want to hear about the fact that they couldn't put anything important in their letters. All he wanted to know was what was going on in the world. What was Voldemort doing? Why was he being so quite? What was the Ministry doing to prepare the people for Voldemort's return? It was obvious that Ron and Hermione both knew something about it as they hinted it in their letters, not to mention the small hints that he found telling him that they were both in the same place. He shook his head to try and dispel his mind from imagining them having fun at the Burrow and put the letter aside before he grinned as he recognised the quick scribble of his Godfather's handwriting on the next letter.

Harry,

How are the muggles treating you? I know I always ask you but I can't help it. It's my job to check on you from time to time. If they do give you trouble, any trouble at all, just send Hedwig to come and find me and I'll come and sort them out.

On another note, how are you? I know that you're lying to me. No one can go through what you went through and come out saying 'I'm fine' all the time. Tell me how you really are. It's my job to listen to you. I want to help you through this put if you don't open up to me then I can't help you. The next time you see me I want you to tell me how you really feel okay? Tell me everything, no holding back. You do know you can tell me anything right?

I know this must be frustrating for you being stuck with your relatives after what happened but I want you to promise me that you will keep your noise clean and stay out of trouble. I swear that everything will be alright. I promise you that but you have to promise me to stay out of trouble in your next letter.

Be careful, don't do anything rash.

Snuffles

Typical Sirius he mused to himself while he put the letter down and shifted forwards on his bed to lay down. He was glad that Sirius cared for him but he wasn't sure if he could share his feelings on what happened last year just yet. He especially didn't think he could share his nightmares with him. That would just make him worry even more. He glanced at the cloak, it was half past eleven. He sighed and closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep but he soon found that he just couldn't switch his body off.

He sighed in frustration as his clock beeped, telling him that it was now midnight.

He hated this. All he wanted was to go to sleep but ever since he arrived back at Private Drive he could barely get any sleep no matter how hard he tried. He tried many different methods to try and sleep. One of the first things he tried was to read his old books for History of Magic seeing as he normally fell asleep in that lesson because of Professor Binns talking none stop. But his body seemed to realise what he was trying to do and ignored his attempts to sleep.

It didn't help that on must nights, he didn't want to sleep because he was afraid of the nightmares that he knew were waiting for him.

He hadn't had a decent nights sleep ever since that night in the hospital wing after the Third Task. Ever since then he had been plagued with nightmares on what happened that night.

He shivered and pulled his tattered covers tighter around his thin frame as images of that night flashed through his mind.

"Kill the spare."

He glared at the wall before turning around again, now facing the window and looked out at the half-full moon as it covered his room in an eerie light.

He was sick of being afraid of these nightmares. All he wanted was to go to sleep but he was afraid of what he might see when he did. He had already had nightmares of Cedric's dead body blaming him for his death and telling him how disappointed he was when Voldemort failed to kill him. He knew that Cedric's death wasn't his fault, the person to blame was Wormtail – he was the one that performed the curse, not him. But at the same time, Cedric's words had struck a cord with him. They had really hit him hard and he wasn't sure if he could take it any more.

Some times his nightmares would go all out to get to him.

"This is your fault!" His father snarled in his ghostly form. "I should have just let Voldemort kill you! Then people wouldn't have suffered!"

"I wish you were never born!" His mother bellowed in rage. "You're the reason we're dead!"

"I wish I never laid eyes on you!" His Godfather growled in his face. "You've done nothing but ruin people's lives!"

He shivered and pulled his tattered covers tighter around his thin frame as their words echoed through his head. He sat up with another sigh as he took a sip from a cup of water that he had managed to sneak up the stairs before his Uncle locked him in the room and didn't notice the figure that stood hidden underneath an invisibility cloak slip Dreamless Sleep potion into his drink and murmured a soft good night as his eyes closed and he succumbed to the potion.

Falling…falling…falling…

He was continuously falling through water. It seemed never ending.

He blinked as he felt the water drag him further and further into its deeps.

He had to fight it.

The water was pulling him into the darkness and he could sense his heart react to it. It was yearning to do something. It was yearning to fight against the force that was dragging him down. He could sense it fighting for him – but the darkness fought against it.

He struggled for one last glance at the fading light through the water before he closed his eyes and accepted his fate…

He jumped awake, his green eyes snapped open.

What the…?

He looked around. His eyes stared at his new surroundings. He knew this place. This was the grounds to his school - Hogwarts. But how could he suddenly be here? Wasn't he just underwater? But he ignored these thoughts as he stared at his surroundings and felt his heart lift with hope as his eyes glanced over the many rooftops and battlements that made up the wonderful castle that he would always call his first home.

Home.

He smiled brightly at the thought.

He knew that it wasn't really his home as he was still stuck in Private Drive with the Dursley's. But this was the first place were he actually felt like he fit in. He wasn't a freak. He wasn't abnormal as his Aunt and Uncle were very found of saying. Here he was normal.

He turned slightly and grinned as he saw his two closest friends, Ron and Hermione, standing in the lake and both holding hands. He had caught them red handed, he knew that they both secretly liked each other, even though they would probably never admit to each other. He smirked as he thought of ways he could use this moment to blackmail them in ways that would make even Twins, Fred and George, proud. He had to fight with himself to stop him running off and finding Colin to take a picture. He would have loved to see the look on their faces if he did that but he reasoned with himself, he didn't really fancy being locked in a jar by Hermione like Rita Skeeter. He shuddered at the thought as he called out to them.

However, his shout was cut short as he stared in bewilderment as the water in the lake started to draw backwards at an alarming speed. His friends both turned to face him as the water rushed past them and formed a huge tidal wave. Harry gapped and shouted to them, telling them to move. But they either didn't ear him or they didn't listen to him as they just stood there and held out their hands towards him. He ran towards them, hoping to reach them before the wave got to them but just as he reached out to pull them back the water crashed over them.

Harry was thrown backwards, twirling head over heals as the water pulled him back. He winced as he the spinning finally stopped and he looked up seeing Ron and Hermione unharmed and still standing with their free hands held out towards him. He struggled against the water as it suddenly started to pull him further and further backwards as he tried to swim towards against it. He tried to shout for help but his shout was unheard and he was forced back in the watery depths.

He briefly wondered if this was the end that he – the Boy-Who-Lived, would drawn when he suddenly felt the weight from the water around him lift before he started to float towards the surface. He swam as hard as he could and took a deep gulp of air as he broke the surface. He took a number of deep gulps to fill his lungs as he heard someone shouting out his name. He looked towards the edge of the lake and squinted through his water covered glasses and he saw a figure with shoulder length black hair swimming towards him.

He felt his cheeks redden as his Godfather swam out to meet him and helped him back to the shore. He slipped as they got the edge of the lake and he fell over. He heard his Godfather shout in alarm and he looked up and grinned sheepishly in embarrassment.

Sirius just smiled and laughed while he pulled him to his feet.

"Thanks." Harry muttered still grinning sheepishly. Sirius grinned and opened his mouth, obviously to say some hilarious comment about his recent 'trip' Harry thought to himself, when something behind Harry caught Sirius's attention causing the man to pale drastically. He frowned and turned as he followed his Godfathers gaze and looked into the sky and watched as something was falling at a rapid speed. He forced on the falling object and gasped as he recognised his own wild flying black hair and wire rimmed glasses. He turned to ask his Godfather how it was possible when he slipped again and fell backwards straight through the ground.

He shouted out in alarm and watched as Sirius looked down in horror as he fell before his image shimmered and the cloudy sky took his place leaving him to fall further and further until he hit the water once more.

He felt stomach turn in protest as he was pulled in a fast spiral towards the darkness before his feet hit a hard surface.

He lifted his head and stared at his new surroundings. There was nothing there. All he could see was darkness. He took a hesitant step forward but jumped back when the dark floor that he was standing on came to life under his feet. He covered his eyes and ducked out of the way when it lifted around him and transformed into shining white doves that flapped madly into the air leaving behind a trail of feathers that fell onto the large circler platform that he was now standing on.

"So much to do, so little time…" A Mysterious Voice spoke above him.

Harry whirled around. No one was there. He was one his own. What the hell was going on?

"Take your time. Don't be afraid." The Voice assured him in a gentle tone. "The door is still shut." Harry frowned.

The door is still shut?

What was it talking about? He thought to himself before the Mysterious Voice spoke again and asked him a question that he found strange yet simple.

"Now, step forward. Can you do it?

Harry completely and utterly confused at what was going on around him could only listen to what the voice was saying and stepped forward as he studied the image of the woman holding an apple in the middle of the platform. He stopped as a beam of light hit the middle of the platform and the Mysterious Voice spoke once more.

"A secret power lays hidden you," the Mysterious Voice informed him as a grey stone pedestal appeared to the side of him and a large black metal shield with a red boarder and red logo of three circles, two of which that were smaller then the third making them look like ears, appeared with it in a flash of light. "If you help to give it form…" the Voice continued as yet another pedestal appeared this time holding a staff like weapon with the three circle logo attached to the top of it in a sky coloured blue. "It will give you strength." A third pedestal appeared, this time baring a shining silver sword with the three circle logo printed on its golden hilt. "Choose well." The Voice warned him before silence greeted his ears once more.

He blinked and looked at the weapons in front of him and sighed.

Why did this kind of thing always happen to him?

He stepped up to the staff and carefully lifted off the pedestal. As his hands gripped the staff he instantly felt something inside him strengthen and grow stronger. He was so lost in his thoughts that he almost dropped the staff as the Mysterious Voice spoke once more.

"The power of the mystic." The Voice told him, he swore he could hear laughter in its voice. "Inner strength. A staff of wonder and ruin. Is this the power you seek?" He shook his head and put the staff back down on the pedestal.

The way that the Mysterious Voice had described the weapon had made it sound like something from Divination. This put him off the idea of choosing the staff. He liked the idea of having 'inner strength' but the idea of having the 'power of the mystic' made him envision himself as the new male version of Mystic Meg picking lottery numbers for the BBC on Saturday nights. He shuddered at the thought.

Next, he went to the shield. Again, he felt an energy surge through him and strengthen a different part of his body.

"The power of the guardian." The Voice spoke from above. "Kindness to aid friends. A shield to repel all. Is this the power you seek?" He shook his head again.

He liked the sound of this weapon much better then the one provided for the staff. He liked the idea of the shield being able to 'rebel all' but at the same time if he ended up facing Voldemort again he wouldn't want to just repel an attack and hide, he would want to fight back and that meant he wouldn't be able to fight Voldemort with a shield very well. Besides he was curious about what the Voice would tell him about the sword and if he didn't like it he could always come back and choose the shield.

He walked up to the third pedestal and grinned as he felt a third energy surge through him as he picked up the sword.

"The power of the warrior." The Voice told him while he studied the sword. "Invincible courage. A sword of terrible destruction." It warned him. "Is this the power you seek?" He looked down at the sword and then back at the other two weapons.

If he was ever going to learn how to fight, he was going to have to pick the sword. A part of him still wanted the shield as it would have been useful to use because of it's strengths but he knew that it wasn't truly for him. He didn't really want the staff or needed it, he already had a wand that he could use to perform magic. There would be no need for him to use it.

He looked up and nodded as he made his choice and watched in fascination as the sword disappeared from his hands in a flash of light.

"Your path is set." The Voice told him. "Now, what will you give up in exchange?"

He frowned. Give up in exchange? He had to give one of the weapons up?

Why wasn't he told this before?

He grumbled to himself and looked at the two remaining weapons on the platform. He stared at the shield first. He didn't want to give that one up, he liked the idea of being able to repel anything to much to give it up. He turned his gaze to the staff. The way that the Mysterious Voice had described this weapon had put him off from the beginning. He didn't like the idea of being a 'mystic'. Not to mention he didn't need a staff – he had a wand that he could use to do magic which meant there would be no point in choosing it.

He sighed heavily as he made his decision and picked up the staff and listened to the Mysterious Voice as he felt the power that had strengthened him start to weaken him.

"The power of the mystic." The Voice repeated. "Inner strength. A staff of wonder and ruin. You give up this power?"

He nodded and watched as the staff disappeared in the same way as the sword.

"You have chosen the power of the warrior." The Voice mused. "You've given up the power of the mystic. Is this the form you choose?"

He nodded and jumped back as the pedestals suddenly collapsed and sank into the platform with flashes of light. He stumbled backwards as the platform shuddered underneath his feet before it shattered in to pieces.

His feet landed hard as he hit another platform that was coloured with different shades of purple and held an image of another young woman that was standing in front of a set of stairs and was surrounded by dancing figures. He gasped as a flash of light appeared and his sword materialised in his hand. He stared at it as the Mysterious Voice spoke above him.

"You've gained the power to fight." It informed him.

Harry grinned. He moved the sword slowly with his hand as he remembered the time in his second year when he used the Gryffindor Sword to kill the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets and listened as the Voice cheered him.

"All right! You've got it!" It cheered, obviously pleased that he knew the basic's of using a sword. "Use this power to protect yourself and others." It advised him wisely. He nodded but stopped when something caught his attention at the corner of his eye. He turned and gawked as he saw what he could only describe as a small moving shadow that looked like a mutated black house-elf with long antennas. "There will be times you have to fight." The Voice warned as the strange shadow lifted its self up from the ground and twitched violently as it's head snapped up to face him, he shivered as it's bright yellow eyes clashed with his own and two more shadows appeared beside it.

He stepped backwards as they continued to twitch and slowly advanced towards him. He was forming a way to run as fast as he could when the Mysterious Voice gave him words of encouragement.

"Keep your light burning strong."

One of the creatures near him then jumped into the air with its sharp clawed hand raised to strike but the words of the Mysterious Voice had encouraged him into action and he ducked out of the way, turned and kicked the creature as hard as he could before it had a chance to land. The creature was thrown forwards and disappeared off the edge of the platform. The other two watched it fall before they twitched again and turned their attention back to him. He jumped back as one tried to slash his arm with its claws and landed awkwardly before he over balanced and started to fall backwards. At this point, his right hand snapped out to try and stop the impact. But what he didn't know was it was that hand that was holding the sword. So as he fell backwards and the creatures both ran forwards to make the final move, his sword came down and cut the creature standing the closest to him straight down the middle. The creature instantly flinched and burst into a puff of smoke as he hit the ground.

He stared in stock at his sword.

What in the -

"Behind you!" The Mysterious Voice suddenly shouted. He whirled around just as another frog like creature jumped to attack him. He rolled out of the way and quickly jumped to his feet as the creature attacked him again. He dodged the attack as he turned and pulled the sword around with him in a powerful swing that caught the creature across the chest. It flinched and disappeared just like the one before it.

He sighed in relief but groaned as he turned and saw a fourth creature standing in the middle of the platform.

He eyed it wearily for a second before he tightly gripped his sword and walked towards it. He stopped within striking distance of the creature when it suddenly dissolved back into the ground forming a hole in the platform that was quickly growing. He stumbled backwards as more gaping black holes appeared in the platform but this proved to be a bad idea as he was soon trapped in one of the holes as dark purple smoke like energy dragged him under.

Harry panicked and struggled against the darkness until he opened his eyes seeing that the darkness had disappeared and he was now laying on yet another platform. He got back up to his feet and looked around, noticing the lack of an image of a woman in the middle of the platform and taking note of the door that stood directly opposite to him. He walked towards it but stopped in front of it as he realised that it was completely transparent. He raised a hand and tried to pull the handle on the door, hoping that it was just a magic trick played on muggles, but his hand went straight through it.

How was he supposed to open it?

What was he supposed to do now?

Suddenly, as if someone had read his mind, there was a loud thump behind him. He turned and saw a chest appear at the other end of the platform. He ran towards it and opened it revealing a flash of light before it vanished and a large crate, decorated with different sized yellow stars, appeared in its place. He stared at it as he wondered what he was supposed to do with it. He touched it. Well it was differently real he thought to himself. He wondered if he was supposed to push it to open the door. He shrugged. It was worth a try.

He put both his hands on the crate and grinned as it started to move across the platform. He soon lost his grin however because when he looked back at the door it still hadn't opened.

So, he wasn't supposed to move the crate. What else could he do with it?

He looked at crate and studied it carefully. He began to wonder if he was supposed to break the crate as he stared at the stars that were painted all over it. He had seen stars like that before when he had managed to catch a cartoon on television. Artists used those kind of stars to show a character being hit with a heavy object or when they fought with another character in the cartoon.

Maybe the stars were put there to tell him to destroy the crate.

Well, there was only one way to find out...

He grinned as he raised his sword and hit the crate with everything he had. He hit it on both sides with powerful slashes and finally flattened the crate as he brought his sword down on top of it with both hands. The transparent door then materialised and he quickly dashed over to opened it with a pull on one of the metal handles.

Bright light shined through the doorway making him wince and turn away as stepped into the light.

He blinked as his adjusted to the light and his eyes took in the familiar surroundings of the Gryffindor common room. He glanced around the room as he looked over all of the tables and tapestries littering the room and smiled as he saw two of his dorm mates, Dean and Seamus come down the stairs that lead to the dormitories and Ron's little sister, Ginny, walking down behind them.

"Hold on," he jumped as the Mysterious Voice returned. "The door won't open just yet. First, tell me more about yourself." It said and the moment it stopped talking Dean stepped forward.

"What are you afraid of?" he asked.

What was he afraid of? He frowned as he thought about his answer. He thought about his fear of Dementors but he didn't think that was the exact answer Dean was looking for. He thought back to all the times he was scared in the past and he remembered all of the times that he feared being rejected by his friends and being treated like a freak.

"Being rejected." He answered truthfully.

"Being rejected? Is that really that scary?" Dean asked before Seamus stepped forwards and took his place.

"What do you want out of life?" he asked.

What did he want out of life? He wanted many things. The main one being that he was never famous and that his parents were still alive but that wasn't the answer that Seamus was looking for. He stared into the fire that was burning away in the fire place as thought of an answer. The answer came to him as he remembered all the times he wished that he was normal and lead a normal life.

"I want to live a normal life."

Seamus smiled. "To live a normal life, huh?" Ginny then stepped forward.

"What's most important to you?" she asked softly.

What was the most important thing to him? He grinned as memories of all the times Ron and Hermione stuck by him and helped him when he went off on another adventure.

His grinned as he answered. "Friendship."

Ginny grinned back. "Is friendship such a big deal?" She said mysteriously before stepping back and the Mysterious Voice returned.

"You are afraid of being rejected, you want to lead a normal life and you want friendship." The Voice listed off his answers and Harry heard the approving tune in its voice. "Your adventure begins at midday." It announced. "Keep a steady pace and you'll come through fine." It told him reassuringly. "The day you will help him open the door is both far off and very near." It informed him as the common room, along with his friends – Dean, Seamus and Ginny, disappeared in a blinding light leaving him standing on another platform with a woman wearing a purple dress holding a single red rose in her hands and had thick deadly thorns surrounding her. Another light beamed down from above on the other side of the platform and he slowly walked towards it but stopped when an eerie sound reached his ears; he turned and paled as even more shadows surrounded him.

He held tightly onto his sword as he waited for them to make their move.

Three of them suddenly jumped into the air making him quickly jump backwards to avoid the attack but this proved to be a bad move as a second later there was a large tarring noise as one of the shadows that were standing behind him admitted to cut his back. He silently thanked Merlin for Dudley's large clothes while he swung his sword down and destroyed the creature. Another one appeared at his side but he managed to stop it before he jumped in the air with a vicious uppercut with his sword. He gasped though as one of the creatures cut his hand as he destroyed a third one. He glared at it as he tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword before he charged forwards and roared, swinging the sword in a powerful arc as he turned and cut the creature through across the middle. He grinned in satisfaction as it flinched and disappeared in a puff of smoke and another beam of light hit the platform and a yellow and green glowing circle appeared.

He eyed the circle wearily before he stepped inside it and gasped as he felt a strange energy surge through him, strengthening and healing his hand. He looked down and gapped as his hand fully healed itself and the blood disappeared. He stared at the circle in bewilderment, wondering what kind on magic had the power to strengthen him and heal him at the same time when the light of the circle he was standing on moved from underneath his feet and towards the other side of the platform were the woman's head was located before it and vanished as a multi-coloured stepped bridge appeared, leading to a new platform.

He ran up the steps and walked forwards as he studied the images of the brown haired woman in a yellow dress and the face of what looked like a Werewolf standing behind her on new platform when a new beam of light shined down on him and the Mysterious Voice spoke once again.

"The closer you get to the light, the greater your shadow becomes." The Mysterious Voice suddenly warned.

He turned to look at his shadow and watched as it started to go longer and longer across the platform before it lifted it's self up from the ground and continued to grow. He looked on in horror as it grew long black sharp clawed hands and sprouted small featherless wings from its back.

"But don't be afraid." The Mysterious Voice tried to calm him whilst the shadow started to grow tall thick muscled legs.

But Harry was lost to the world as he watched in terror as thick flying tentacles appeared on the creatures face that he didn't hear or register what the Voice was telling him anymore. He couldn't. How could that Voice expect him to fight this thing when he trouble fighting off a bunch of shadows that were a tenth of this monsters size! He gulped as its shinning yellow eyes clashed with his green ones before he turned and ran for his life. He didn't get very far as he was forced to stop when he really ran off the edge of the platform.

"And don't forget…" The Voice warned him the creature took a step forward and his sword appeared.

The monster loomed over him threateningly while he stared at the sword which was floating in front of him. He clenched his jaw as the realisation hit -

The only way he was going to get out of this was by fighting.

He looked up at the monster as it looked down at him. It looked like it was smirking. He flinched as memories of the graveyard invaded his vision.

"Bow to death Harry…"

"…it might even be painless…I would not know…I have never died…"

Voldemort's face swam across his vision, invading his scenes. He paled as his smirking snake like face stared triumphantly down at his defeated form. The monsters smirking face transformed into Voldemort's. He panicked.

"…Does this mean you want to me to finish it now Harry?"

"Come out, Harry…come out and play…"

But as Voldemort's taunting words echoed in his head he suddenly remembered the mad thoughts that entered his mind when he had hid behind the headstone and they were above fear or reason – he wasn't going to die kneeling at some body's feet! If he was going to die that he was going to die standing up right like his father, even if no defence was possible!

He gripped the hilt of his sword and glared at the monster as his memories gave him the courage he needed to stand his ground.

The monster flexed its long clawed fingers before it clenched them tightly in a fist, forming a small swirling black and purple energy ball, before it slammed it into the ground and a large swirling mass of dark energy covered the platform with the monsters huge fist stuck in the middle of it. He ran forwards and slashed at the monsters arm, using it as an advantage as the monster left it wide open for attack. Its arm flinched under his attack as he hit it in his anger with every powerful swing he could manage until the dark energy underneath his feet disappeared and the monster lifted its battered arm out of his reach. He frowned as the monster collapsed to its knees and leaned back as if it was bellowing in anguish. His eyes widened as a new larger ball of purple energy suddenly appeared above the heart shaped hole in the monsters torso and spit out small blasts of energy towards him. He ducked and dived out of the way but the energy blasts still kept coming after him.

He glared in frustration as more blasts zoomed towards him before he swung his sword at one of the energy blasts like it was a tennis ball and grinned as it was thrown back at the monster. The monster flinched violently as it hit and the large purple ball flickered and vanished as it sat up and lunged towards him. He gasped as he felt his sword disappear from his hand as he fell to the ground as the platform floor shuck at the force of the monsters lunge. The monster loomed above him mockingly as a swirling circle of purple smoke like energy started to swallow him whole.

" - But don't be afraid." The Mysterious Voice urged him.

The dark swirling energy dragged his feet and legs down into its abyss.

"You have the mightiest weapon of all."

The monster watched with a triumphant stare as twisted and turned, desperately trying to find something that he could use to pull him out but his hands were soon covered and swallowed within the energy.

"So don't forget:"

He turned back around as the darkness crawled up his body and covered his face.

"You are the one that will help him open the door."

His eyes snapped open.

What in the name of Merlin was that about?

He jumped as he heard his Aunt's voice shouting for him to hurry up.

"Boy! Get up this instant!"

He groaned as he sat up. He briefly wondered what would happen if he politely told his Aunt to bugger off in a way that would make even Ron blush but decided against it when his eyes landed on the letter that Sirius had sent him and he remembered what the letter told him. He stared at the letter as he wondered if he should tell Sirius about his dream. It wasn't exactly a bad dream but it did leave him with a feeling of forbidding after he woke up.

"Boy, did you hear me!" Aunt Petunia tapped hard on the door.

"Yes, Aunt Petunia!"

"I want you down these stairs in five minutes!" She yelled before storming down the stairs to tend to the others.

He sighed as slowly got dressed and crossed another day off his make-shift calendar.

It was going to be another long day…


The chosen ones have made their choice, their paths are set.

It could do nothing more to guide them.

May the light guide and protect them on their journey.


Author's Notes: Well, what do you think? I'm so glad this chapter is over! It took me ages to do it, I would have had it up sooner but our laptop, for some reason, didn't save the file and I lost the whole chapter. I had done over 8,000 words! Needless to say it annoyed me greatly. But thankfully I still had parts of the chapter saved on different files so it wasn't so bad to recreate, though I do admit it is a little shorter then the one I first created. The part were Darkside reminded Harry of Voldemort was a last minute inspiration that I used to get Harry motivated to fight and I think it worked rather well. On a happier note, I hoped you all liked the new chapter. I know that I might have made Harry a little bit too clumsy with the sword but that is only the second time he has ever had to use one. Sora was better at using it because he practises all the time, Harry doesn't. But I promise that he will get stronger and better at using the sword as he gains more experience and once I find some more words that describe different sword moves! I had a hard time trying to come up with a sentence for Harry's dream sequence as I couldn't decide what to put. In the end I decided to base it on something I read about Sora's sentence at the beginning of the game that said it was talking about the dreams that Sora was having so I used that and create my own sentence by using Harry's thoughts on his nightmares. I hope its okay but if anyone can come up with a better one I might change it.

Many thanks go to my reviewer:- Shinigami's Shadow and SilverPantsSven. I hope this chapter met your expectations:)

Next Chapter: Sirius will get to read a letter from Harry which he will take to Dumbledore to get his opinion on the dream. The first day on Destiny Island might appear in this chapter and Disney Castle might make an appearance as well. It all depends on whether or not Dumbledore will waffle on for ages :P

I just want to warn you that I might not update until the weekend from now on as half-term is almost over and I won't be able to spend all day working on this story so please bear with me.

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