Harry Potter was in Divinations with Professor Trelawney, learning exactly how many ways he could die. It was actually quite entertaining. He could drown, burn, fall, get run over by a unicorn, why the possibilities were endless! After a while, the entertainment wore off, and Harry became bored. He took this time to just think. He realized that he was feeling more guilt ridden than ever about all the lies he had had to tell. He couldn't find it in his heart to tell anyone, not even Ron or Hermione, his craves for nuts or longings to be in trees...
Suddenly, Harry was once again curled up in a tree, safe and sound. Had the boy Harry Potter all been a dream? Was he still Chipidy Chip Chip the chipmunk? It certainly appeared that way. Chipidy Chip Chip (Chipidy for short,) got up and stretched. The sky was an amazing blue, and the sun was dazzling, but Chipidy felt a strangely familiar ripple in the air. Had he been here before? No, that's not possible... For what didn't feel like the first time, Chipidy heard Captain Chip (the head chipmunk,) yell out a terrified squeal that could mean only one thing to Chipidy:
"VOLDEMORT."