A/N: I'm so, so sorry that this has taken so long. I would've put this up way, WAY before if I had the time, but the last few months have been very busy and March was just hectic. I really, really apologize and I hope you aren't very mad. I'll try to put them up faster. If I could, I would put one chapter up every week, but school is pretty tight. So, I apologize again and I guess I'll say sorry beforehand just in case this happens again. I really hope it won't, and I really hope you forgive me.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

VISIONS AND NAMES

"Never!" Ron yelled. "Never have we had this much homework, due so soon as well!"

He made a sound of frustration and frowned as Hermione spoke: "Come on, Ron." She sounded sympathetic as the three of them ate. "It's not that much. Plus, we have--what?--two days to do it."

Harry and Ron stared at Hermione with mouths wide open. "How can you say that?" Harry asked, promptly cut off with Ron's remark: "Two days is not a lot of time for then inches of parchment for Transfiguration, eight inches for Charms, and eleven for Defense Against Dark Arts!"

"Yeah Hermione," Harry said. "How much have you done?"

Hermione put on a look of thought while she answered, "I have five inches done for Transfiguration…I'm done with the Charms essay…and…I need three more inches for Defense Against Dark Arts." A smile formed on her face when she was done talking while Ron groaned off to her side.

The two boys eyed Hermione with awe mixed with a touch of resentment. Ron started to glower as he said, "It's only dinnertime, Hermione! How did you that much work?"

"I work fast," she answered, looking at her two friends. "How much have you done?"

They started to talk hesitantly as Hermione watched them intently. Over the time, her eyebrows raised and her arms crossed.

Harry muttered, "Two inches for Transfiguration done…three done for Charms…and one done for Defense Against Dark Arts," growing nervous as her eyebrows climbed even higher.

Ron said, "Three done for Transfiguration, two for Charms, and none for defense Against Dark Arts," and scowled as he received a look from Hermione.

She frowned. "You two really have got to work harder."

"Yeah, yeah," Harry and Ron muttered in unison.

Hermione nodded, almost sarcastically and asked, "Are you done eating?" The two boys nodded at her and followed their other friend out of the Great Hall, distinctly hearing, "At least you two can finish something in a short time."

Ron smirked as the trio walked back to the Gryffindor Common Room.

* * *

Andeline felt drowsy in the pitch-blackness that seemed to move around her, but she was already asleep. Was she?

Darkness…

Her hand reached out. Not even her fingertips were visible to her. She would not have believed she was even there if she did not feel herself, vague…but there nonetheless.

Unexpectedly, a bright flash emitted from the darkness. Andeline cried out and shut her eyes from the bright, stabbing white that illuminated the scene. But from around her, another's voice rang out.

"No!!!"

Andeline shuddered. She knew that voice….

The light faded as quickly as it came and the girl was plunged back into sheer night.

"No…." The same person.

Andeline whirled about, trying to find the origin of the familiar voice. She tried to call out…but nothing came from her tight throat. The darkness pressed around her….

""You can't…." The girl again, answered by yet another familiar voice of a boy: "It's okay…."

Where am I, Andeline thought. Why am I hearing this?

"Remember…."

There was a loud rumble/crash as something immensely large slammed shut together. And it was echoed by the girl's anguished cry, "Nooo!!!" that chilled Andeline to the bones.

Why's she so upset…?

Her sobs seemed to be drifting from far away…reverberating in the younger's ears. They were filled with emotions racking with pain and hurt…. Gradually…the cries faded, drifted off into the distance…and they were replaced by images that floated, dissolving from the darkness, toward Andeline, accompanied by sounds.

"Evacuation!"

Screams and cries came from the flood of students panicking; running in every direction, only to be stopped.

They're trapped…No where to go…

Then Andeline turned, seeing Harry Potter calling to them, waving his hands in a direction. "This way! I know a way out!"

The image swirled around toward the middle, misshaping the people inside them, and dispersed. Andeline watched apprehensively.

What's happening? Why an evacuation?

A fire suddenly blazed from the darkness, but not the same fire the blonde girl had seen in the Secret Tunnel…. This one was fire with a touch of green and the house aflame had two floors…unlike the one storied house burning seen before.

Then, a cackling voice rose around her, surrounding her in its dark mirth and evil. Andeline's hands went to her ears impulsively, trying desperately to block out the sound.

"No…" she whispered. The voice was recognizable…and easily placed….

"Morsmordre!"

The Dark Mark soared up high with its greenish taint, like stars that glowed with a menacing darkness and vileness. The mark inscribed itself over the burning house in the sky, followed by screams of horror.

The image diminished, only blackness remained…but the reeking mark blazed in Andeline's mind…the screams echoed, calling, crying….

The two voices from the start spoke once more.

"Why?" the girl whispered, voice light, touched with helpless pain.

"I've known for awhile that this would happen…. It's okay…."

"No…." The voice was soft…softer than the lightest breeze, the most carefully placed whisper.

"Love is a powerful thing…. I'll always be with you…."

A soft sound of weeping came toward Andeline, accompanied with an image:

Hands…raw and bruised…stained with blood…

And the very same hands held a very perfect, beautiful white flower. Except the hands were not scarred…. They were fine…an accompaniment to the mystical petals…a touch of magic in itself.

What does this mean? Andeline questioned again.

"Remember…." The word echoed throughout the darkness…seemingly to remind someone of the meaning….Remember….

Her hand reached up once more, drifting almost in the darkness, extended toward the image…the soft flower. It's elegance stood out, almost real….

Suddenly, the hands released the flower and the image expanded so that Andeline now saw, for the briefest moment, a girl with curly brown hair turn, her mouth open…. And the petals fell, each releasing from the flower…falling into the infinite darkness…growing darker…and wilting…the white perfection turned into a dull brown…dead black….

Andeline's hand withdrew with a gasp as the place surrounding her glowed red…a vile red…the red of blood. Multiple screams cut through the sky, ringing in the Andeline's ears. And infinitely, she screamed as well….

An explosion of rubble blew out, chaos running high. The blast was so strong that Andeline felt herself being pushed with the force…. Her hair whipped around her, her cloak flapping. The explosion was deafening. And fire sprang up around Andeline…fire from the explosion…fire from the past…present…and future….

Andeline no longer knew where the cries were coming from…she no longer knew reality and insanity…or if she was even present in the havoc. The reddishness pressed…heat…fire…death…. And she fell in the redness that stretched on to eternity…. Only redness…only redness…. Only…redness….

"Ahh!" Andeline sat upright in her bed, covers falling from her. Her shoulders shook involuntarily, shivers passing up her spine. Her breaths came short…as if she had just run forever….

When the girl registered where she was and she calmed just the tiniest bit…she thought, How'd I get here?

A quick touch of her neck answered her question. The beaded necklace was once more there, growing warm.

Vetil….

Her hand stayed there for a long while until her breaths regained their normal pattern…but something out of place was felt. The collar of her shirt had gone too warm…and it spread, felt like liquid. She quickly raised her hand. In the dim light, she could see blood on her right index fingertip, where something had cut her. A glance at her shirt backed up that information: the shirt was stained with blood. Andeline looked down at her bed. The bed sheet had a small pool of red where her hand had rested. Uncertainly…her eyes followed a thin line trail of blood that ran up white walls to one of her bedposts.

She gasped.

Something was on the post in red with small stains around it. Looking closer, Andeline saw writing and a very accurate drawing of the Dark Mark…. A roar sounded in her ears as her breaths ran short once more. She read the words:

One of the following shall fall victim to the Dark Lord.

Andeline read on, and unable to contain herself, made a vague noise close to a scream.

"Oh…no…"

On her bedpost, written under the dark Mark and the words, were three names. The blood they were written in was still wet, dripping down. Andeline closed her eyes, her left hand over her mouth, but the names of those people filled her head.

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

* * *

"So…" Ron said, eyeing Harry.

"So…what?" Harry asked.

"So! What where did you go before Transfiguration that made you late?" Hermione yelled.

"Shh!"

She sighed. "Sorry."

Harry frowned at her for a moment before starting. "Well, I saw Andeline in the great Hall…."

Ron muttered indistinctly.

"…And Vetil ran after her. I followed them, and offered to help Vetil find her."

"The Marauder's Map!" Hermione said.

"I'm getting there," Harry groaned. He paused before continuing. "Yeah. I thought of that…but Vetil didn't seem very fond of the idea…. I went back to the dormitories with Vetil anyway."

"So…where was she?" Ron questioned. "You should've found her easily, unless she had fled Hogwarts' grounds."

"That's the weirdest part…. Andeline was not on the map…and neither was Vetil."

There was an uneasy silence.

"But…" Hermione said hesitantly, "he was right behind you."

"Exactly," Harry said, shrugging.

Another thoughtful silence overtook the three, but none could figure out why the two first years had not appeared on the map. They finally asked Harry to continue on.

"Well…I was on my way to getting my Transfiguration materials, but I noticed that Vetil had dropped something. It was a necklace of some sort…a transparent string with only one bead on it. The bead was round but flat, with a small silver dragon inside the glass and a real dragon scale next to the figure."

"And that is…?" Ron asked.

"I dunno…but it looked valuable, so I went to find Vetil, to give it back to him."

Hermione and Ron nodded.

"It took a long time to find him. When I did find him, he was in a hurry, so I just gave it to him before he ran off down another corridor. By the time I got to the Transfiguration classroom…I was late."

"So, Vetil was in a hurry. What's wrong with him, running around the castle looking for Andeline during class? He could've found her at dinner."

Harry shrugged. "I wouldn't know. I guess it was more important to him even that class."

The three paused, thinking of that comment. School and learning were almost the only things important to the first year boy….

* * *

Ron lay awake in his bed wondering if Harry was having this much trouble to fall asleep. Too many thoughts were in his head, disconcerting thoughts to meddle with and theorize until there was no more to think about.

Finally, after however many minutes or hours, Ron drifted off into sleep.

The dream began almost instantly. He saw from a pair of eyes that were not his…and he was unable to control the body he rested in. From these sets of eyes, it was day: the sun was shining, casting shadows across the ground from the trees above. Suddenly, his vision was moving; the person he saw from was traveling toward the Hogwart's lake. Apparently, he was seeing from inside the Forbidden Forest, not quite in its depths, but far enough that others on the other side of the trees would not be able to easily spot him.

Quite unexpectedly, Ron saw himself, Harry, and Hermione top a low hill toward the lake and seat themselves beside it. The three of them began to talk, too far away to be heard clearly.

Ron's mind raced from where he lay. How can I be here and there at the same time?

But before he could answer that, he saw something else that took thought as well. From his set of eyes, Ron saw the three by the lake suddenly spin around to confront something. But nothing stood where they looked.

Andeline…but, where is she?

The blonde haired girl was no where in sight. But apparently, the three sitting by the lake saw her. They seemed to be arguing at someone, but only thin air….

The eyes he looked at were moving once more; the person was running through the forest, closer to the lake. Ron saw himself--the one by the lake--arguing with Hermione. Harry then cut in and said something.

The scene slowly turned dark; the three students vanished; it was night. Ron still saw from the same set of eyes, almost at the exact same place…in the trees. The body moved and Ron saw the hand raise with an extended wand. The hand…. It was not his own…. Instead of the healthy color of humans, this hand was stark white, thin as bone….

A harsh whisper escaped the owner's mouth and a silver light emitted from the outstretched wand. Ron watched in horror as the light traveled directly at the school, and saw as it passed through the outer walls into the building. A bright flash came from within the castle, illuminating even the tree leaves all the way where Ron stood, and surprised screams echoed through the halls, reverberating the walls.

Ron sat up with a yell.

His eyes snapped up; Harry stood over him, face white. "H-Harry? What's wrong?" Ron's voice shook.

Harry stepped back as Ron put his legs over the bed and stood up. He fingered his glasses nervously. "There was some kind of explosion of light that went throughout the school. You didn't see it?"

Ron put a hand to his forehead. "I saw it…." His face looked of confusion etched with fear.

"Ron…Ron? What's wrong?"

"N-nothing," the other stammered, looking round the dorm. All the boys were up, staring at him. "It woke everyone?"

Harry gave a weak shrug, turning to look around at the others. "Perhaps…." He paused. "I think the best thing to do right now is to go down to the Common Room. Maybe a teacher will come and inform us more…"

As soon as he spoke, the 6th year boys streamed toward the door, still too shocked to speak. They hurried down the stairs toward the light below.

"Harry! Ron!" Hermione squealed as the boys came down the stairs. She ran up to them. "You're okay! What happened? The flash--"

The lights flickered and went out. Some first years cried out in alarm.

Harry yelled as something ran into him and he fell. Pain filled the left side of his head and he seemed to see stars even in the darkness, but an image of two red eyes flickered in front of him for less than a second before it shifted into a mirror of himself. Except, his eyes were open in amazement as sparks emitted from an opened hand….

Ron grabbed Harry and pulled him to his feet. The lights had flashed back on after a few seconds.

"Wh-what?" Harry asked, blinking. His hand went instinctly to his head.

"Neville ran into you," Ron said, "and you tripped. I think you hit your head on something. Are you alright?"

Harry nodded and opened his mouth to speak just as the intercom came on with Professor McGonagall's stern voice: "All students stay in your Common Room. Someone will go there shortly. Stay clam; don't panic." And it was off.

"Easy for her to say…" Ron muttered.

The Gryffindor Common Room was plenty full with all the students. They clustered together protectively, mostly the smaller ones who still jumped at the slightest sound with wide eyes.

Finally, after about a quarter of an hour, Professor McGonagall came into the room looking tired and aggravated. She told the students that everything was under control and for them to go back to sleep. She wouldn't say any more; she left after those few words.

They all left the Common room, slowly. But none could sleep when they got to their dormitory, so they all lay awake in silence.

Ron tried to sleep once more, although he was not sure if he wanted to. He would close his eyes, but immediately, they would open once more.

Why did I see that? Was it a message?

He lifted his head to stretch his neck, which felt as stiff as a board, but a glimmer caught his eye. He sat up and looked more closely.

Ron gasped.

A piece of glass was lying on his bed. It's reflection of the little light there was had caused the glimmer. He gently picked it up, examining it carefully. It must've come from a mirror because he could see some of his reflection in the small piece of reflective crystal. But, he wondered why there would be a broken mirror piece lying on his bed.

Ron put the piece down on his covers and he shifted to get out of bed once more, but something stopped him in his tracks. Something was reflected on the mirror, something from the top of his bed. Something was scratched on it, and as Ron stared more closely, he saw that it was something horrible. Recoiling with wide eyes, he threw off his covers and the glass piece. Quickly, he stood up, pulse racing.

Two words had been inscribed on top of where he slept. Ron recognized the first as his own name, but barely. Several scratch marks had been placed on top of the name so that it was almost impossible to read.

It was the word underneath his own name that made his blood run cold with nothing more than fear.

Ron

Voldemort