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Chapter 13
Dreams and visits.
Harry P.O.V
It had been a week since my first transformation, and my extra senses as a werewolf were starting to kick in. My hearing and eyesight was getting sharper, and my strength and speed had increased. It really helped with the physical aspect of the training the girls and I were going through.
Though, this was nothing compared to the dreams that I kept getting. Some were flashes from Voldemorts mind, and others, well something told me that they had nothing to do with seeing into Voldermorts mind.
They usualy began as normal dreams, but then something changed. One of them started, and I was back in New Orleans. I was walking along the streets, but they were completely deserted. The buildings looked run down, derilict even. The dark skies were illuminated in several places by an erie green glow, that came from several Dark Marks that had appeared across the city. Somehow I knew that this was what would happen if I failed. Voldemort wouldn't stop with Britain, he'd continue on to other countries, and eventually gain controll over even the United States. There would be no safe place left for anyone to hide. He'd take over, completely.
Suddenly, everything around me turned to fog. Everything retained its shape, but it all consisted entirely of fog. Grey whisps floated around me, playing with my hair, and pulling at my cloathes, as if trying to get me to go somewhere. I followed, there was nothing else to do. The fog tendrils led me to the parks foggy counterpart. A wind picked up, yet nothing except my hair was disturbed.
An undistinguishable voice, that sounded like three people at once, started to speak. "We have shown you what will happen, should you fail. But, before you can succeed, you must free your soul." The triple sided voice whispered eerily. "If you should fail, everything shall be lost. If you should succeed, however, we shall reward you greatly. Do not fail us child, or you will be condemning this world to an unspeakable fate."
The fog started to disapate, and so did everything it made up, leaving me in total blackness.
"Do not fail, Harriet." the voice said once more.
I woke up gasping. Remy raised his head from the pillows, and looked at me blearily. "What is it mon amour? What's wrong?"
"It was one of those dreams again. It had the same message. But this time, I was in New Orleans. If he wins this Remy, he'll completely take over. We have to win."
Remy pulled me into a hug. "Relax mon amour, we will win this. We'll come out on top. You'll come out on top."
"I'm scared Remy." I whispered.
"So am I, mon amour. So am I. But we have each other. And of course, our friends and allies. And a plan. We can do this."
I hugged him, and remained silent.
A couple of weeks later, I'd managed to argue my case over, and win, and Hermione, Ginny, Remy and I were all heading to Godrics Hollow.
We would of cource be going in the night, so there was less chance of us being seen.
The night soon came round and the four of us piled under the cloak and apparated off the front step of the Black household. We apparated into a small square which had a war memorial in the centre. As we approached, it transformed into a statue, a statue of my parents holding a baby- me.
We walked to the church and into the graveyard. That was when we started serching for my parents graves.
"Harry!" Hermione called.
I wandered over to her and saw the grave she was looking at, but it wasn't my parents. It was the grave of a man whose surname was Peverell.
"That icon." Hermione said. "Lovegood was wearing it at the wedding, and it's in the book Proffessor Dumbledore left to me."
"What do you think it means?" I asked.
"I'm not sure."
"Well, lets keep looking." I said.
"Mon amour, I think I've found them." Remy said, beckoning me over.
I walked over to a white marble toumb stone that he was standing in front of. It was in fact my parents grave.
Tears lept to my eyes. "Mum, Dad." I said. Then I drew my wand and conjured a reath of red roses. A single tear escaped and rolled down my cheek.
I was soon in a hug from Ginny, Hermione and Remy. Not long after, we left the graveyard and headed towards where the house should be, from Remus' instructions.
When we found it, I could see that all the charms, and protective spells had been broken. I put my hand on the gate and a sign appeared. It had wishes of good luck to me written all over it.
"They shouldn't have done that." Hermione said nervously.
"I think its great." I said. Suddenly, there was a shuffling noise to our side.