A/N: It's been longer then expected since posting. This is my, Flippin-Freak's, fault, sorry. So here's chapter two; hope you enjoy. R&R
Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter, just dedicated fans who wanted to add a bit that we considered interesting
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Chapter two—The Dreams Begin
He saw two faces, one a girl's with bushy brown hair and the look of a total bookworm. The other was tall, gangly, red head; his eyes shining with the thought of mischief. Then it changed…he saw a girl, with long red hair, her eyes fiery as he walked right up and kissed her in front of everyone; her soft lips pressed against his for what seemed like…
"POTTER!" the dream shattered like glass at sound of voice so sharp it could cut your ears in half. He yawned, pulled off the covers, stood up and took a look around. The night before had seemed like a dreams more than anything, but he knew it to be true. He had watched as his master transfigured the lifeless body into a pile of dirt then dump it into the dark pit that they normally disposed of such things in.
"Mr. Potter…his majesty requires that you join him at once." Narcissa Malfoy said from the door, pointedly ignoring his bare chest as he rummaged the room for his robes.
"I'll be there in a minute…" He stated flatly, starting to get annoyed at the fact that he couldn't find his robes anywhere.
He finally found them lurking at the foot of his bed and pulled them over his head as though there wasn't any time left. Grabbing his wand he hurried out into the hallway to see what his master desired.
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Hermione bit her lip as she looked up at Ron from the chair she had seated herself in. He was busy pacing the room, waiting for any shred of news that Harry and Hagrid were safe.
"Ron, I'm sure..well…he can't be…" she started, trying to find how to word her thoughts correctly; Just as she was about to continue George, Kingsley, and Mr. Weasley apparated into the room. Ron jumped; he had his wand out raised and ready to fight before he registered who they all were. Hermione had jumped up from her seat and was looking at all them expectantly.
"Any luck?" Ron asked eagerly, his face beet red trying not to burst out into tears. Hermione could already tell from their expression and was now holding a cushion to her face.
"No, Ron, we couldn't find anything. We searched everywhere we could think of but found nothing. I'm sorry…" Kingsley said softly. Ron's face went quickly from red to white as he sank into his chair.
"We even checked Malfoy Manor, but the place was deserted." George added; sinking wearily into another chair.
"Don't worry we'll find him…soon." Mr. Weasley said unsure, clapping his hands on Ron's shoulder as he stared off into space.
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The forest of Albania was immense, it's dead trees holding more than just memories. Potter sat on a branch, his back rigid against the trunk as he watched for signs of intruders. They had left Malfoy Manor far behind in the hopes of throwing off the followers and members of the alleged "Order of the Phoenix."
His dreams still plagued him, every night, always ending before he could do anything more then kiss that girl. Thoughts of his dreams trailed away as he brooded on how he had never known his parents. He cursed Dumbledore, and everyone that followed him, wishing it could have been him that had killed the crazy fool instead of the insubordinate coward, Severus Snape. Potter grit his teeth and closed his eyes against the "memory"
"Master?" Lucius called up to him, his head bowed as Potter looked down.
"Yes, what do you want?" He asked, his temper slowly crawling upwards.
"Sir, a few members of the Order of the Phoenix are nearing the encampment. The Dark Lord has ordered that you lead the party in order to lead them astray." Lucius answered, his white-blond hair moving slightly in the foul smelling wind that flowed through the forrest.
"Fine…who all is coming with?" Potter asked, jumping down from his branch and landing softly on the mossy base of the tree. Lucius looked up and his silver-gray gaze met the cold green one for a second before he lowered his head and began to list those that would be coming.
"Avery, McNair, Bella, and myself," Potter nodded, slowly considering those chosen and then said,
"McNair and Avery may stay behind."
He began to walk toward the oncoming order members a sneer plastered across his pale face as he pulled out his wand. He was going to have some fun with this. Lucuis and Bella followed him quietly, neither wanting to provoke his rage.
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"I think we're lost…" Ron complained again after he had sat down on an overturned tree.
"No, we're waiting…" Kingsley stated in his low tenor. "they are coming to meet us." Hermione's eyes went wide as she pulled put her wand, trembling. Ron followed suit, his eyes darting everywhere in the dead foliage. A rustling sound could be heard in the distance, not to far from where they were. They waited with baited breath, wands at the ready as the prepared for a fight.
By now they could hear voices, one stuttering and submissive, the other deep and angry.
"…tempt me Malfoy I'll jinx you quicker than you can say hopscotch. Got it?"
"Yes Master…" Lucius Malfoy trembled at the words of his master. Ron and Hermione both raised an eyebrow. 'Malfoy intimidated?' they both thought.
Kingsley was already in a fighting stance. They watched as three figures moved closer and closer. A voice called out to them and oddly it was very familiar.
"Kingsley, you've brought children? I would have never thought you of all people would do something so foolish," the owner of the voice stepped into the clearing his emerald eyes glazed with rage, his untidy hair barely cover a lightening scar on his forehead. Ron gasped and Hermione stood there for a moment before throwing herself at him,
"OH HARRY," she cried, embracing him in a tight hug, completely oblivious to the feet that Lucius and Bella had just stepped out and were flanking him on either side.
"Get off me you filthy mudblood," Potter snarled, pushing her back. Ron gazed, horrified, at his best friend. Kingsley stood eyeing the trio carefully realizing danger he grabbed the shocked Ron and Hermione by the arm and turned on the spot disapparating.
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As soon as they appeared inside the safety of the Burrow, Hermione clasped into a chair sobbing. Ron slowly walked over to another chair and sank into it, his eye glassy as he retreated into his thoughts.
Mr. Weasley and George burst into the room, eager to hear the news. George stopped as he saw Ron's blank face and Hermione's buried into the cushions. He turned to Kingsley, who stated the worst words any of them have ever heard,
"He's not dead just…lost." George looked confused for a minute before Ron spoke up.
"He's one of them now…he's…a death eater." The pale redhead said into silence, bowing his head and holding it in his hands. Nobody broke the silence.
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Potter punched a tree and sent it crashing to the ground in anger at the other two for not immobilizing Kingsley in time. They both quailed in fear before his wrath,
"Next time stun before he moves," Potter bellowed at them, his face as pale as Voldemort's though filled with rage not fear.
"Y…Yes s…sir," they both stuttered before turning on the spot to find where they had gone. He stomped through the forest, cursing anything that moved, trying to control the demon within him.
Finally, he calmed and found himself in a part of the woods he had never been to before, for a few seconds, he stared around trying to get his bearings, until a loud snap made him swivel around. He stopped dead, his wand forgotten, any thought of rage or revenge wiped completely from his mind as he stared at the beast in front of him.
It was magnificent. A huge black horse; with a single silver horn protruding from its forehead, Its heavily muscular body was covered in sweat, like it had been running away from something at top speed. Suddenly feeling…concern…for the beast, Potter moved forward to try and sooth it. Its large red eyes watched him as he edged closer and with a snort, it stomped off through the trees making him feel as if he had just pulled his head out of a bucket of grindylows. Shaking his head experimentally, he turned swiftly and felt his was into the darkness.
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Potter smirked, watching from behind Voldemort's right shoulder as Lucius explained, or tried to, why he had not found Kingsley and the Mudblood and the Blood traitor. Nagini was wrapped around his waist, her head rising above his shoulder as he explained to he explained in Parseltongue. He absentmindedly rubbed under her chin while he stared off into the forest, calculating a plan to try and win this war of power.
"… and I expect for you to obey without rebuttal, stun when told, and kill when needed. Got it Malfoy?" Voldemort's voice had remained calm as he spoke, but the eeriness of the way he spoke signaled clear anger and disappointment. Potter grinned to himself and turned to face his lord; everyone stood. "Come Potter, we have things to discuss." Voldemort said flatly, beckoning for him to follow. Potter did as he was bidden, casting a look around to see Bella glaring at the ground.
