Don't Forget Me

By: Panny-Plan

Just as Harry tells Hermione how he feels about her, his whole world falls apart. Voldemort has risen to the surface again, taking the one thing he will miss most. He, Sirus, and Ron have to search the magical world, for their beloved Hermione. But what has Voldemort done with her? Has he killed her, planning to kill everyone Harry loves? Or is it a trap, to finally get his earned revenge? Harry uncovers secrets and powerful memories that wish to be buried along with the dead...

Chapter Five: The Dreaded Curse

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm happy today! Well, you all wanted me to get these out faster, and I am! Well, for a while. This chapter might be boring, cuz I have MAJOR writers block, but hey, just r/r!!

I've got my new HP site up and running, The Astronomy Tower. No broken links, but if you find some, please tell me. Uh, I think Quidditch and Hogwarts are incomplete, but they're up! R/r!

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"Too much damn homework never did any one good. Harry, pass my parchment. I have to start over." Ron snapped. "Four rolls! Four rolls of parchment! Do you know what I can trade in for parchment? Three dungbombs! Three! Snape's gone whack."

Harry glanced over to Hermione, the back at Ron. "It obviously did something for Hermione." He sighed. "I don't know what she wants me to predict. I've run out of ways predicting my death. Erg, there's to much work on this stuff. Why wasn't I smart and drop Divitation like Herm? Oh yes," he added, "I didn't want to take Arithmacy."

Hermione slammed her book shut. "Arithmacy is a wonderful subject! You all should be taking it, instead of that old cook's prediction class!" She stormed up the girls' dormitory.

Ron gaped at her. "Did I hear right? Hermione calling Professor Trelawney an old cook?" He chuckled. "Never thought I'd see the day. Damn, Harry, did you finish your Potions essay?" Harry shook his head. "Damnit. I need it by noon." He checked his watched.

Harry stood and stretched. "Ron, I'm going to practice. Our first game is this Saturday. I need to polish up on my Wronski Feint." He yawned. "Maybe Quidditch will wake me up. God knows Potions isn't. See you."

He gathered his books, parchment, and quills. He stuffed them into his arms while climbing the staircase to the boys' dormitory. He felt like Hermione, heaving all these books around.

He opened the door, and dropped his books on his four poster bed. He opened his trunk and took out his Firebolt where it was stashed. He ran his fingers over the label, and smiled as it polished and glittered, and his reflection smiled back at him.

The air outside was cool, sweet. September 15th. Monday. He still hadn't gotten over the idea of being the new Gryffindor Quidditch captain.

The Quidditch field was green. If everything went according to plan, then Saturday would be a wonderful day; a perfect day for a Quidditch match. And how ironic - their first match was against Slytherin.

Harry mounted, and pushed off. The sensation of flying came over him again, and he closed his eyes as he gained feet. Air swept the hair out of his eyes.

Forty feet.

Fifty.

Seventy.

Ninety.

One hundred.

He stopped and dived. He descended and almost lost control of the broom. He was closing in around ten feet when he suddenly jerked the broom upward and shot up. Harry blinked wind out of his eyes, and looked down. He saw something-but it moved. He shook his head.

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"Alright. It's raining, the ground is a bit soft, and the wind is horrible. But we're going to make the best of it. Jeremy, understood?"

Jeremy Culler nodded his head, and looked back up at the Gryffindor Quidditch Team captian, Harry Potter. Harry was pacing around the locker room, making sure everything went right. They had to beat Slytherin.

"Calm down, Harry." A Beater, Christina Pifeotte. "We just need to relax, and we'll do fine. Just like all the times before." Christina was in 5th year, and had joined the team last year.

Madam Hooch's whistle. Harry looked up, then smiled. "Let's go."

The Slytherin team was already out when they entered the Quidditch field. A roar of applause came from the side where the Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors were sitting.

Madam Hooch watched them take their position. "You know the rules, boys. Potter, Malfoy, shake hands."

Harry walked to the center up to Draco. They sneered at each other, but graspthed each others hands. Too tightly.

The pulled apart in less time it took them to get there. Harry mounted his broom, and on the sound of Madam Hooch's whistle, he pushed off as far as he could go. He watched the rest of the team take their positions while the game began.

Harry began to search frantically for the Snitch.

"And a wonderful Reverse Pass from Gryffindor!" Robert Jordan, Lee Jordan's little brother yelled. (a/n: why not?) "Yes, yes, yes! Christina scores!"

Harry was beginning to feel light headed. He could see Draco following him as he soared by. He looked around, and saw a dark shadow...the same figure at practice.

Slytherin was winning. 40 to 20. Harry needed to get the Snitch soon. Then he saw it. Through the rain and sleet, the gold glimmer stood out from the soggy ground.

He shot upward. Like he wanted, Draco followed him upward. Harry smiled, and shot down like a bullet. He reached out his hand to grab it, and felt the wings beat against his closed hand. But he couldn't pull up.

Harry hit the ground at full force, but made sure the Snitch was still in his hand. He let out a sigh, and the pain of falling filled his body. Rain hit his face, and his eyes shut. He heard people rushing to him, Robert shouting, "170 to 40 for Gryffindor!"

"Somebody get him to the Hospital Wing." Dumbledore.

"Is he going to be alright, Professor?" Ron.

"Harry," somebody put a hand behind his head and cupped his face. "Everything's going to be alright, Harry. Just hang in there. Just hang on." Harry opened his eyes as wide as he could, but his vision was to blurry.

"Herm..."

Everything went black.

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"Hurry up with that potion, Wormtail. I haven't got all day."

"Y-yes m-master. Just o-one m-moment m-more." Wormtail stirred the potion in the cauldron faster. He poured the substance into a small jar. He held out his tembling hand to his visitor.

Voldermort grabbed the bottle. "Say it, Wormtail. I need this before the sun goes down."

Wormtail brought out a slip of parchment and started to recite what was on it:

"Sun before moon,

day after night,

let Harry Potter live in fright.

Pain is real, so is death.

Torture thy Harry, until not a single breath is left."

"Now what?" Voldermort snapped.

"Y-you our the potion o-over the c-candles, m-master."

Voldermort held the bottle over the candles. The forest night went black, then a glow appeared. The blue glowing grew brighter, then it went black again. Wormtail lit a lanturn, and looked up at his master.

"Now, master, we wait."

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A/N: I hope this explained some strange things that happened to Harry. I had major writers block in this chapter, so please, don't flame if it was that bad! I really don't have much to say! Oh well, thanks to everyone who reviewed chapter 4!

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