Part 1: The Black Phoenix
Harry was in an empty mansion. It looked like it had been deserted for years and years. The whole house was green from mould and moss. He entered the wreck of a house. The inside of the manor was ruined. Bits of parchment were on the broken draws. Some ancient Daily Prophets were around the hallway. A stone door lay in front of him. He entered with his heart beating speedily. He saw a bulky leather bound book on a table. With trembling fingers he opened it. On the first page there was a picture of a black phoenix with horrid bloodshot eyes. Lots of men surrounded it bowing down low. Instead of a starlit sky there was a huge Dark Mark lingering above them. Then a cauldron appeared and a man rose out of it. A man with bloodshot eyes, fingers like spider's legs and a face that looked like a squashed snake. All the men disappeared as the man rose from the bubbling cauldron. Then the man cackled maliciously.
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Harry woke up with cold sweat trickling down his forehead. He remembered the man who rose from the cauldron. It was Lord Voldemort. Harry shrugged trying to forget it. He then fell back on his pillow and forgot everything from the dream.