"It has been many centuries…" a soft wispy voice said.
"Many many centuries…" A raspy voice said reminiscently.
"The time has come again." Another velvety voice said half bitterly.
"Yes." The wispy and raspy voice said in unison.
"We must find the chosen one again… this time we must not be late." The velvety voice said each word diminishing.
"The same mistake must not repeat twice…" repeated the two other voices softly…
The voices slowly faded in the foggy mist.
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"Ahhhhh!" a bloodcurdling scream rang out in the air.
Ron jumped out of his bed. Awaken by Harry's scream.
"Are you ok?" Ron asked concernedly. Beads of perspiration were all over Harry's face.
Harry smiled shakily. "Of course, don't I look ok?"
Ron narrowed his eyes. "No."
Harry touched his lightning-bolt shaped scar over his forehead. "Ouch!"
Harry looked at his fingertips, which were slightly burnt.
Ron narrowed his eyes even more, suspiciously. "Now the more you don't look ok!"
Harry smiled. "Sure I am." He ignored his increasingly fast heart pulse. "Probably just running a little fever."
Ron snorted. "When I had a fever, it didn't burn my fingers!"
Harry smiled and faked a yawn. "I'm tired Ron… let's go to bed. We have a big day ahead of us."
Ron looked at Harry and sighed. "Ok! But if there is anything troubling you, remember you have me as a friend. I mean you don't know anything against… you-know-who you know."
Harry chuckled slightly. "Thanks Ron, but I don't think its Lord Voldemort."
Ron paled and squirmed. "Don't say that!"
Harry smiled, even now Ron was still scared of saying Lord Voldemort. "Ok you-know-who. Good night!"
Ron tiredly trot back to his bed.
Harry looked as Ron fell asleep. He touched his scar again – it didn't burn this time.
"What a weird dream though." Thought Harry as he looked out the window.
His little pullout bed was placed under the window. The pale moonlight streamed in and cast a faint shadow in the room.
Harry had came to stay at the Weasleys in the summer holiday a week before Hogwarts started – thankfully. Staying with the Dursley was worst than meeting…meeting Lord Voldemort!
After much persuasion and "subtle" hints of Sirius his godfather (and known to the Dursleys as a murderer) coming for a visit, the Dursleys have finally agreed to let Harry stay with Ron.
This time the Dursleys opened the fireplace so the Weasleys could travel through the Floo network (by fire). Mr Weasley tried to make another flying car and it worked – except one thing. NO brakes!
Harry smiled. Life was good. Hogwarts was going to start in a week, and there was the big wizard carnival fair tomorrow! And the Dursleys were far away… now if only he would forget this dream…
Harry soon fell to a deep slumber – a long dreamless slumber.
"Where are we going to meet Hermione?" asked Harry halfway munching through Mrs Weasley's mouth-watering strawberry pies with a slight hint of magic.
Harry looked at his pie which never seem to run out of strawberries…
Ron smiled and wiped his mouth, which was stained with apple crumble. "At the book stand – where else would she be?"
Ron then narrowed his eyes. "I hope she doesn't bring her "too large" a cat, Crookshanks. No matter how much she says it's big-boned. I still say it's an overgrown cat or a miniature lion."
Harry chuckled. "She said Crookshanks hasn't been feeling well and she is leaving it at the Diagon Alley."
Ron nodded. "I will be leaving Pig (short for Pidwigeon) too. He hasn't been exactly top of the world too."
Then Ron's voice lowered. "Has Hedwig (harry's owl) brought any letters recently from…"
An explosion was heard suddenly as Fred and George came in the kitchen with a "bang"!
Mrs Weasley came out of the kitchen, cheeks flaming. "What's the meaning of this?"
George looked abashed. "The sweet was not suppose to work like this…"
Fred grinned foolishly, his hair was half burnt at the tips and flaring up like a mad scientist. "I say it worked even better than expected!"
George smiled. "We can call them Explodin O Toffees!" George and Fred Hi-fived.
They passed the sweets to Ginny, Ron and Harry who put them back on the table.
Mrs Weasley looked like she would have fainted right on the spot. "Haven't I told you a thousand times not to make any more of those things?"
George and Fred smiled innocently. "No only about eight hundred and twenty nine times."
Mrs Weasley turned three shades of purple then she sighed and slapped her forehead. "Why do I even try? Fine – make them but don't get into trouble with them or I will…"
Fred grinned. "What?"
Mrs Weasley smiled sinisterly and she crackled evilly. Then she started humming a happy tune and went back to the kitchen.
George and Fred sat down on the table with a grin. "Wonder when Dad's coming back… he said he has a surprise!"
Harry smiled. Life at the Weasleys was anything BUT boring. Then Harry remembered what Ron just said… letters from Sirius? Now that he think of it… No… pretty strange… he had not heard from Sirius since…
Mr Weasley came in the kitchen just then with a wicked grin. He held 8 tickets.
"I got this from Charlie." Mr Weasley said smiling. He took a seat down and drank some water.
Fred looked at it and he and George hi-fived.
Harry looked at Ron for some explanation. Harry had been living in the muggle (non-magical people) world and didn't know about the going ons of the Wizard world.
Ron smiled. "These are tickets to the DragonScale concert."
Harry looked bewildered. "Who are they?"
Fred and George looked at each other in disbelief. "Only the coolest rock group in the entire universe! They are the hottest band now! The concert has been sold out for eons… how did you get them Dad?"
Mr Weasley smiled secretly. "You will see at the concert."
Harry looked at the tickets. He put one of them in the sunlight and a rainbow hologram appeared of the concert coliseum. "Cool!" He smiled.
He had never been to a concert before (thanks to the stingy Dursleys who have never been willing to let him even step out of the house often!). Harry wondered how a wizard pop group concert would be like?
Ron smiled. "It's going to be so cool! The last time they invited Medusa and the flying Gargoyles for a guest appearance!"
Harry chuckled as everybody began raving about it.
Ron looked at Harry, his face flushed with excitement. "And you know what's the best thing? Malfoy has been trying to get the tickets… and he didn't!"
Malfoy was sort of their nemesis in Hogwarts.
"Hmmm… nice." Mr Weasley said and then threw a sweet wrapper away.
Fred and George paled. "Dad… did you just eat the green toffee on the table?"
Mr Weasley smiled. "Yes why?"
The kitchen suddenly exploded!
"George! Fred!"