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Chapter 54: Attack on Little Whinging

"Night Ron!" Harry called behind him as he headed up to the boys dormitories. He put on his pajamas; and settled into bed. He fell asleep rather quickly, only to find himself in a nightmare.

"It's time," said Voldemort. "We will go to Little Whinging tonight, and attack all the muggles we can."

The Death Eaters laughed evilly. The group apparated to the outskirts of Little Whinging before following their leader into a neighborhood filled with identical houses. Voldemort stopped in front of one house and drew the attention of his followers to 4 Privet Drive.

"This is where Harry Potter's muggle relatives live, his last living family," he hissed.

"Good," said Bellatrix. "Shall we get on with this then?"

Lucius Malfoy smiled and shot a spell at the front door, making it fly from its hinges.

"WHAT WAS THAT?" a voice roared, as a rather round man appeared at the opening.

"Ah, Vernon Dursley I presume?" asked Bellatrix in her fake kind voice. "Where's the rest of your family?"

"What do you want?" asked a thin lady from behind her husband.

"Ah, Petunia Dursley!" said Bellatrix. "What a pleasure!"

"Mum? Dad? What's going on?" a boy's voice called.

"And that must be your son, Dudley," said Bellatrix. "May we come in?"

"Who are you and why are you here?" Vernon asked.

Bellatrix laughed and shot a killing curse at Vernon then Petunia.

"There," she said. "Now let's find that other boy." Dudley came to the door and yelled, "You bloody killed my parents! Get out of here, you freaks!"

Voldemort laughed and said, "No can do, fat boy!" In a jet of green light, Dudley fell to the floor.

Harry woke with a start. His relatives were dead, killed by Bellatrix in the presence of Voldemort. He hated the Dursleys but never wished death on them. He nearly fell out of bed in his rush to leave the dormitory for the trip to the Headmaster's office.

"Potter!" called a voice, jarring him out of his thoughts.

It was Professors Snape and McGonagall, who just happened to patrolling right outside of the Fat Lady's portrait as he stumbled through it.

"Mr. Potter!" exclaimed Professor McGonagall. "It's midnight! Why are you out of bed?"

"The Death Eaters attacked Little Whinging and Bellatrix killed the Dursleys!" Harry gasped.

"How do you know?" Snape asked sharply.

"Because I had a vision!" said Harry. "I have to go see the headmaster!"

He took off at a run without even a backwards glance. The two professors hurriedly followed, making it into Albus' office just before Harry started speaking.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Albus asked.

"It happened," said Harry. "They're dead. The Dursleys."

Albus looked at Snape. "Were you there?" he asked.

"No," said Snape. "I wasn't involved. The other day, I overheard the plan but none of the details."

"I'm truly sorry you had to watch that, Harry," said Professor McGonagall.

"I'm used to it," said Harry. "Voldemort likes sharing images he believes will torment me."

Professor Snape scowled. "What a dunderhead," he snarled.

"Minerva, contact Kingsley, Tonks, Arthur, Hestia, Remus, and Amelia, if she's available, and go to Little Whinging to look around. Please find an obliviator we can trust to accompany you. We will need a cover story of the muggle law enforcement," Albus paused but in seeing Harry's eager face, added, "No Harry, you may not go with them, you are unable to use magic outside of school. Please return to gryffindor tower. I will speak with you in the morning. Thank you telling me about this vision."

"You're welcome," Harry said, leaving quickly to go back to bed. Luckily, the rest of the night was peaceful.

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