SECOND CHAPTER!!!!

Voldemort was dazed. He had amnesia. The last thing he remembered was walking into a muggle town. Then he knew nothing more. He looked around and saw trees. Trees as far as the eye could see, miles and miles around him. He couldn't remember his name, and his skin was as a normal human beings. He had a feeling that this wasn't right, so he walked. For days, he walked and walked, eating berries off the bushes he passed. He didn't remember that he was the most feared wizard of their time, Lord voldemort. He only remembered what he had for lunch five days ago, which was quite easy to remember CONSIDERING HE HAD THE SAME THING EVERDAY. He suddenly realized that he had no hope.......


Dudley dursley had just gotten out of their carriage. He looked at the castle in pure and total awe. As they walked in through the great hall, he screamed his little girly scream as he saw the ghosts float in. Harry knew he'd be in for trouble when Peeves met Dudley. He tried so hard not to laugh, and Hermione noticed this. She asked what was so funny. Harry pointed at Dudley, and then barely whispered Peeves. Hermione started laughing uncontrollably, making Professor McGonagall glare. They stopped immediately. As the sorting went on, Dudley started to snooze off. Harry didn't care at all in the least. His thoughts pondered off to Voldemort, and where he could be, because Dumbledore had owled him telling him about Voldemorts sudden disappearance after killing some muggles. His thoughts were stopped shortly because Dumbledore started his start of the year speech, and then the food arrived. He was starving because it had been quite a long journey from the platform. Dudley soon woke up because of the smell of yummy, real food. He stared amazed at all the food, but his trance was broken by his stomach growling. He started ravenously eating and eating... and eating... and eating. Harry shook his head, because all the dieting he had done was certainly not going to pay off anymore. That night, a usual sharp searing pain went through his forehead. He woke up and whacked it mistakenly, giving him a headache. He rubbed it sorely, and instantly knew that Voldemort was either trying to kill him, or was very near. The possibility of him being in HOGWARTS near DUMBLEDORE was impossible, so I guess Voldemort was planning to kill him. AGAIN.


Lord Voldemort had taken shape of his old form, Tom Riddle, his old, handsome self. Fortunately, he didn't remember that he was a wizard, nonetheless the most feared dark wizard. The only thing that he could remember, if it could be called a memory at all, was that he hated someone. He hated someone with all his heart, and wanted to rid of him. He didn't know who this hateful person was, but that was all he knew. He continued to walk out of what was a very long forest, and continued to try to remember something, like he, the unknown man as he called himself, had been doing for the days that had he had been passing by in this forest.


Harry decided to go to Dumbledore about this. The sun was rising, so he knew Dumbledore would already be awake, and wouldn't be bothered by Harry visiting. As he reached the Gargoyle figure, he started saying all the different sweets, Muggle and Wizard alike. At the 7th one, he stopped because the instant he said "Acid Pop" the gargoyle smiled and jumped aside. He stepped through, and landed on the spiraling escalator. Harry knew he would get dizzy so he closed his eyes and daydreamed for the next five minutes, until the escalator stopped giving him a jerk. He opened Dumbledore's door (hehe sounds funny.. dumbleDORE's DOOR haha) and looked around. Fawkes landed on his knee as Harry sat down in front of the old man's desk. He looked up, and smiled at Harry. Harry explained that he was very scared, now that since last year, Voldemort had risen, and Harry had watched the uprising. Dumbledore smiled secretively, and after an awkward moment's pause, he explained that he had, with Arthur Wealsey's (he was on the ministry... remember) permission, he had used the Imperius curse on Wormtail. He guided Wormtail to pour a very complex potion that Snape had prepared for him into Voldemort's water. The thought of Voldemort drinking regular water was funny, but Harry's thouhgts snapped right back to his original question. "What exactly was the potion supposed to do?" asked Harry. "It robbed Voldemort of his memories, took away all the magical transformations, took away all magic inside him, and transported him to a 3rd dimension." Dumbledore replied. "Which is why it was very complex." All right, said Harry. He got up and left. As he was making his way back to Gryffindor tower, his mind seemed suddenly relaxed. Voldemort was no longer after him, as he had lost his memories, and was now residing in a third dimension. He decided to stop by at the Prefect's bath. He said the password, "Winterfresh" and went inside. He saw his current girlfriend, Hermione, reading a book in the corner. He decided to sneak up on her, and as he did, she turned around and said, "boo!" and laughed. Hermione had obviously known that Harry was going to try to sneak up on her, and Harry realized why. She had the Maurauders Map in her hand, giggling at how her plan had worked. Harry had been scared. Well, he thought, that was a good one, even I have to admit that. Harry washed his face and arms, and they took each other arm and arm and walked up to Gryffindor tower. There, Ron was snoozing by the fire, and they woke up, and played against each other at chess. Harry's mind pondered off to Cedric, how marvelous his funeral had been, and how he wished that he had taken the trophy. He had been depressed with these thoughts ever since the trainride home last year. He had only coped because of Dumbledore. Dumbledore had given him his own Penseive, and Harry went through the entire terrible thing all over again. He could even, with this special penseive, look at the whole scene through someone else's eyes. Harry had seen that Cedric was ok with all of this, and that he was overjoyed that Harry had let him take the cup with him. But when Cedric died, (harry was still able to watch through his eyes) he was even happier, for he hadn't led a very happy life at all. It was devoid of love from his parents, and just because he was in hufflepuff, his father disregarded him as being a weak sissyboy.

Harry walked out of Gryffindor tower to go to Astronomy at midnight, when he ran into Draco Malfoy. Malfoy looked at him, a sullen look in his eyes, hungry for comfort from someone...

a/n: please review? oh, and this is Harry's 5th year, and the mystic in the last chapter was predicting his future, and if i get enough reviews, i will continue the whole series that i am planning. (Draco and Harry might become friends...)