Chapter 4

A/N: WOOT! I am on fire with getting these chapters up! I really want more people to review, but I'm sure that more will review. But, thanks to the only two who are honestly reading and reviewing every time, and they are Prongsthewhitehart (YEAH, you're cool!) and WolfbainKohaku (YEAH, you're cool, too!). Thanks you two! Alright, I'm just going to dive into the bad things, unhappy things, and annoying things before they melt away in the peril-filled universe I call my brain. (Yep, I know, I'm weird).

Harry sighed happily and in an annoyed way at the same time. Yes, Snape's stories were exciting and somewhat funny- and cruel- but it was really the fact that it was just Snape. Snape was a horrible, horrible person, and not even he, Snape, denied it. He had already admitted to feeling mean and cruel, and acting that way toward people. Harry and Snape kept glaring at each other between each person talking. Harry wasn't fond of Snape, and Snape wasn't fond of him. But, if Snape kept glaring at him, Harry was prepared to cast Crutio and then Avada Kedervra. The way Snape glared at him was just bloody annoying!

If things weren't bad enough, Snape said that he had seen Olaf's- or in this case, Omar's- picture in an edition of the Daily Prophet. What confused Harry was this: Why was Olaf in the Daily Prophet, when he was a muggle? Maybe the search was getting heavier because Olaf was getting so deadly- Harry knew this from when Violet, Klaus, and Sunny told him about after they left Hogwarts, and ended up at Caligari Carnival. They mentioned what a horrible experience that had been. Olaf was a horrible, horrible person, so he probably made the experience horrible.

Harry was praying to himself that nothing bad was going to happen. Voldemort was dead, though, so nothing bad was going to happen there; but Olaf was still a problem. Harry- and everyone else- was hoping that he wouldn't just show up and start torturing them; again. That was when Harry remembered he couldn't go an hour without something odd happening to him. It didn't necessarily have to be bad- just, odd. Some creepy animal would scamper past him, or some mean looking wizard would glare at him. And then, there were the headaches. Harry had increasing headaches that hurt his head day after day, like a volcano was bubbling within his head. And no matter how many pain relievers Harry took, nothing helped. Harry was having one of those headaches now. Why, he didn't know, but he did know that it was hurting his head A LOT.

"Harry? Are you okay?" Violet asked. Harry flipped back to reality, realizing that everyone was staring at him.

"Oh, um, yeah. Perfect." He said dully, as everyone looked away slowly. Harry rubbed his temples for a brief moment, before stopping, and listening to his surroundings. Something didn't sound right outside.

"Anyway, as I was saying, Olaf-" Violet began, before Harry silences her. He hoped she didn't mind.

"Shhh… listen." He said. Everyone was silent. It was eerily quiet. Too quiet. "Oh, fudge." Harry said, before a loud burst of scream erupted from outside. Of course. NOW that Harry prayed nothing bad would happen, something bad happens!

"What the-" Ron said, but was cut off by a series of loud explosions, one near enough to shake the building. "What the bloody hell was that!" Ron cried loudly. Hermione and Violet whimpered slightly. Sunny grabbed her brother's arm nervously. Klaus gripped her arm back.

"What is going on?" Violet asked, her voice shaking with fear.

"Well," Harry said, standing, and walking toward the window slowly, "Nothing good, I assume."

"Well, obviously!" Snape yelled at him. Harry clenched his hands into fists, then let them sag, ignoring Snape. He pulled out his wand, looking out the window. The explosions weren't helping his headache.

Harry couldn't tell who was walking down the street, but they weren't good. They were tossing spells everywhere, scaring and hurting people. Harry stared at them, trying to see past the blinding lights, to try and tell whom they were. Harry's head started to hurt a lot more, so much so that he gripped his forehead. Suddenly, a shrill, familiar voice screamed out into the night, making every silent, but it also sent shivers down their spines.

"EVERYBODY!" They yelled loudly through what must have been some sort of megaphone. The group of people had stopped walking, as the leader, who was yelling, had stopped in his tracks. The smoke and dust began to clear, and Harry practically screamed at what he saw.

What he saw was a very much older count Olaf, being followed by a large band of Death Eaters. Harry could feel the others peering over his should to look out the window, and he felt one of the three Baudelaire's shudder.

"As you may know, my name is Count Olaf!" Olaf screamed into his megaphone. His eyes were shining. "And I, and my friends, have come to tell you some great news!" Harry wanted to run outside and hex him, but decided to listen instead. It was a bit hard, though, because Harry's head was on fire in such a headache. "How, I shall not oblige to tell. Why, because of significant reasons. But, the news is great and powerful, at least to me!"

"And me!" Esme Squalor called from somewhere in the crowd of Death Eaters. Olaf looked behind him for a brief moment, then turned forward again, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, yes, and hers. Anyway," Olaf yelled, then he bent his head down, looking to the ground for a moment. Harry realized that someone was handing him a wand. He can't use a wand, unless someone did something. Harry thought as Olaf looked up again. The next word he yelled, and what shot from his (or the Death Eater's) wand made Harry cringe horribly. "MORSMORDRE!" Olaf screeched. Harry heard the people behind him breathing deeply. A green light shot from the wand Olaf had, and green filled the sky, taking shape. The green twisted and turned until it was in a shape Harry had never wanted to see in the sky again. The Dark Mark.

Harry's headache was pounding in his head, he felt like screaming, but he restrained himself, until Olaf shouted the words that Harry had heard before, but had not wanted to hear again: "The dark lord has risen again!" Olaf yelled. The crowd started running and screaming again, and the Death Eaters and Olaf continued their rampage.

"NO!" Harry yelled. He realized why he had been getting the headaches. Actually, he realized that they weren't headaches at all. His head hurting was the horrible sensation that Harry hadn't honestly felt for ten years, the most painful and annoying thing that he knew would never happen again, but it was happening then. The others stared at him, realizing it too, and then started to lead Harry to a chair, where he started screaming painfully and impatiently. This sensation was horrible, and Harry touched his forehead. He could clearly feel his scar.

Harry's scar was burning once more.

A/N: NOOO! WHY Must I be so evil? I know, it was a little short, but very convincing, if I dosay myself.Bum, bum, bum… R&R, and more shall come…