Voldemort

"You can't get into my head any more, Voldemort," Harry shouted wishing he could strike at his enemy right now. "What in the hell do you want this time anyways?"

"I came to check on you, Harry," Voldemort hissed back at him, "to see how things are coming along for you. But being able to actually talk with you instead of looking through your memories is much better."

"You can leave now, Tom. I have nothing to say to you."Harry spoke calmly. "I lost my fear when Tonks lost her life. You will pay for all the evil you have done, all the lives you have taken."

"Bellatrix was right," Voldemort was trying to find something to upset Harry, "she told me she noticed you had changed the day she killed that Auror. And are the rumors true? Did you really kill Malfoy?"

"Tom, I will kill whoever I need to in order to end this war," Harry was still calm, "I will not rest until you and your Death Eaters are in prison or dead."

"I see that maybe I have been attacking you all wrong," Voldemort's red eyes glowed, "perhaps I shouldn't worry about attacking you yet. Maybe I'll go visit your Aunt and Uncle, or that little girlfriend of yours. How strong will you be with everyone around you dead?"

Finally Voldemort struck a nerve with Harry. Harry knew he couldn't do anything but avenge those who were already dead. Harry didn't want any more of his friends dead, especially Ginny, he didn't even want his Aunt and Uncle dead.

"You will not kill any more people I care about!" Harry's anger reached the surface and he attacked the part of Voldemort that was there with him. Harry never cast a spell or used his wand but Voldemort fell to his knees clutching his head. Voldemort yelled out in pain as Harry moved closer to him. Harry bent down and looked into Voldemort's eyes. "You do not scare me, now get out!"

A door opened behind Voldemort and he flew out of the door. Harry opened his eyes and saw all of the other boys in his dorm staring at him. Harry stood up and ran for the door. Harry made it to Professor Dumbledore's office and shouted the password at the gargoyles. Before the gargoyles had finished sliding open Harry ran up the spiral staircase and into Dumbledore's office.

"Professor! Professor Dumbledore, are you here?" Harry yelled in the office.

"Harry? What's wrong?" Dumbledore asked from the balcony in his office, "Are you ok?"

"Voldemort, sir. He was in my head tonight. I stopped him from getting in, but we talked. He's going to go after the Dursley's and Ginny, he told me he was done attacking me. Then I focused on hurting him and it worked, he fell to his knees and screamed. Then I expelled him from my mind."

"Are you sure it wasn't a dream, Harry?"

"I hadn't gone to sleep yet, sir, I had just got ready to lay down. I thought it was Professor Snape but it wasn't."

"Harry return to your dorm, I will contact the Order and get them to Privet Drive as soon as possible. Well done, Harry."

Harry returned to his dorm and explained to his dorm mates what had happened. He told them all about the conversation and hurting Voldemort. He left out the part about Voldemort naming Ginny for an attack.

"I know it sounds crazy about how I talk about them but I don't want Voldemort to hurt the Dursley's," Harry told his friends. "I really think Aunt Petunia knows more than she is telling me."

"Harry what's your mirror doing," Ron asked as he pointed at the mirror Harry had laying on his night stand.

"What mirror Ron?" Harry had forgotten about the mirror that he had brought with him from Privet Drive when Moody used it as a Port Key. Harry walked over to the mirror and picked it up, looking back at him was not his reflection, but Aunt Petunia's face.

"Aunt Petunia? How did you get in the mirror," Harry asked confused.

"You little thief! You were the one that stole my mirror," Aunt Petunia ignored the question, "Why did you take that mirror, boy?"

"I didn't take it, we used it as a Port Key, I had forgotten about having it," Harry answered defending himself, "but what are you doing with a magic mirror?"

"It was how your Mother and I used to talk when she first left for that place your lot calls a school. We used to talk a lot before she became too good to talk with me anymore. She thought she was better than me just because I couldn't use magic."

Harry could see the hurt in his Aunt's eyes and he felt anger rising in him as she talked about his mother. Then he remembered his talk with Voldemort.

"Aunt Petunia," Harry began to speak but wasn't sure what or how to say it. "Members of the Order are on their way to your house. The three of you are in danger, Voldemort has made a direct threat against you. Please, do whatever the wizards in the Order say, they will keep you safe."

"More freaks here, in my house? I will not have it."

"Please, Aunt Petunia, Voldemort will kill you all if you don't listen to the Order. Please just listen this once," Harry wanted his relatives to be safe and was willing to do what ever it took. "If you listen to the members of the Order I promise I will never come back to Privet Drive again, you will never have to see me again. Just promise me you will listen to what they say."

"Fine, you have a deal, Harry, but you can never come back here again," as Aunt Petunia finished speaking Harry saw a second persons face appear in the mirror. Harry couldn't believe who he saw appear in the mirror.

"No! You bastard, you leave them alone," Harry shouted into the mirror, "You want me come and get me! You know right where I am you coward! I'll be waiting here for you!"

Harry began to yell something else but he saw a bright flash of green light and his Aunt fell out of view. Voldemort began to laugh his evil laugh. Then he walked out of view of the mirror and Harry's teary reflection looked back at him. The other four boys in the room were all speechless. For the second time that night Harry ran out of the room. He was greeted in the common room by the rest of Gryffindor house who had been woken up by his yelling.

Harry headed straight for the portrait hole but before he got there it swung open. Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall both walked through the hole.

"Everyone, please return to your beds," McGonagall said calm voice.

Ginny walked down to be next to Harry, "I would like to stay with Harry, if that's ok Professors." Both Professors nodded their agreement.

Harryhung his head as he wrapped his arms around Ginny, "Ron and Hermione can stay too," Harry said in a hollow voice.

"Very well," Professor Dumbledore said quietly, "perhaps you should all sit down."

Professor Dumbledore led them over to the couch in front of the fireplace and started a fire. Professor McGonagall sat in the chair to the right of the couch, Professor Dumbledore slowly sat down in a chair to the left. Harry sat closest to Dumbledore with Ginny right next to him. Ron and Hermione sat on the other side of the couch.

"Harry," Professor Dumbledore began, "I am sorry. Remus, Moody and Shacklebolt didn't make it in time. Voldemort got there first. Your Aunt, Uncle and Cousin are dead Harry,Voldemort killed them."

Ginny and Hermione both let out gasps when they heard this. Harry and Ron nodded their heads.

"I know sir," Harry said as a tear ran down his cheek, "Myself and the other six year boys saw it happen."

"You all saw it," Professor McGonagall asked the question.

"Yes ma'am," Harry turned to speak to her, "In my Aunt's mirror that we used as a Port Key. It turns out that my mum and her used to talk to each other through the mirrors. We watched Voldemort Apparate and then kill my Aunt."

"I am sorry you had to witness that," Professor Dumbledore spoke softly, "I am sorry I wasn't faster, Harry."

"Don't be sorry, Professor, this is all my fault. If I hadn't been born, if I would have died, if I wouldn't have hurt Voldemort tonight, they would still be alive."

"No, Harry," Hermione spoke for the first time, "it is not your fault."

"Yeah love," Ginny said next, "Voldemort is an evil man and would kill them no matter what. Do not blame yourself and withdraw and start avoiding us. I won't let you."

"Don't you all see? No matter what we say, it is my fault," Harry continued to blame himself, "I should just meet him somewhere for a duel, winner takes all."

"Harry, you can't do that," Professor Dumbledore spoke again, "as much as I know you hate to hear it, you are the worlds only hope to win. And running into a fight with out a plan is not a smart thing to do."

Harry knew his Professor was right but he was tired of being The Boy Who Lived. He just wanted to be Harry. They all sat around the fire in silence until Harry finally spoke again.

"Professor, we can't continue to just sit around and wait for Voldemort to attack. We need to do something on the offensive."

Dumbledore nodded his head, he knew Harry was only counting on three of the four Houses. He also knew that those numbers reflected every single student in those three Houses second year and up.

"Continue to train the DA Harry," Professor Dumbledore was speaking quietly and directly to the four students on the couch. "We need as many wizards trained for battle as possible, I fear Voldemort's next attack will be here." While he finished his sentence he stood. He told Harry he was sorry one more time, then he and Professor McGonagall left the common room. Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione all fell asleep on the couch that night, and Harry vowed to himself Voldemort would never get Ginny.