+Well here is Chapter Four! This chapter was difficult to write. I got major writer's block on this chapter. Sorry if I write any of the characters names incorrectly, I don't have the book in front of me. I surprised myself with this chapter, it gets a little creepy… enjoy! ^.~+

Chapter 4

Back at Hogwarts

Harry watched as students filed into the building from the Hogwarts Express. Many of the students looked nervous and continuously checked around. They were all terrified that Voldermort might show up at any moment. Some stared at Harry making him feel uneasy. He still wasn't feeling good but he and Dumbledore begged Madam Promfrey to let him go to the welcoming feast. He was to report back to the hospital wing immediately after.

Harry watched the door impatiently, hoping to catch a glimpse of Ron and Hermione, Harry's two best friends. He saw a glimpse of fiery red hair. It was one of the Weasley's; he knew that, but which one? He watched and a smile spread across his face.

"RON! HERMIONE! OVER HERE!"

The two looked over at Harry and smiles grew on their faces. "HARRY!" They both cried out. They ran over to him and embraced him in a hug.

"Oh, Harry! Are you OK?" Hermione asked as they separated from their hug.

"Yeah, I am. Don't worry Hermione, it'll take a lot to get rid of me."

"My mom became a nervous wreck when Madam Promfrey said your condition was like an unstable broomstick and wasn't sure if you were going to get better," Ron said.

"Well here I am."

Professor Mcgonagall's voice rung out before the three could continue their discussion, "Please follow me into the hall and go to your tables! The sorting is about to begin."

The three teens walked into the Great Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table.

"I hope they start soon I'm starving!" Ron complained.

"When are you not?" Hermione asked.

"When I eat? I don't know! I don't care either! I'm hungry now!"

"Calm down Ron, I was only kidding!"

Soon, the sorting hat was brought out. It went through its song (which was different this year) and than Professor McGonnagall started to call names. It seemed like it took hours before it finished. Harry felt a wave of dizziness flash over him. Great, he thought to himself. Just great. Dumbledore got up and started on his welcoming speech. Harry tried to listen but his head became light-headed and Dumbledore's words seemed to be very distant. He heard the mention of Voldemort and how the school was one of the safest places. Dumbledore sat down and food appeared on the table in front of Harry. A thought crossed Harry's mind, I should go up to the hospital wing. "But than Madam Pomfrey will give you a lecture, Harry," another voice said in his head.

"Harry? Harry? You who, earth to Harry. Are you ok?" Ron asked, looking at Harry with concern. Hermione had the look too and was looking at Harry, preparing to leap up if he passed out. Harry looked at his two friends.

"Yeah, I think so."

"You think so?" Hermione asked him. "Shouldn't you be sure?"

"I haven't told you guys yet but I'm not going up to the Gryffindor dormitory tonight and I'll probably not be in any of our classes for a week or so."

"Your still ill?" Ron asked.

"Yes and the only reason I'm here right now is because I and Dumbledore did a lot of begging to let me come to the feast."

"Harry, you should be getting rest. I heard you had internal bleeding- bad too. Plus a fever that keeps going up and down," Hermione said.

Harry knew she was only being a caring friend. She didn't want to see him suffering. His head started to spin.

"I think I should... go back... to the hospital wing," Harry muttered weakly.

"Come on Harry, we'll help you," Hermione said.

"Should we tell Dumbledore?" Ron asked.

Hermione looked at the table were the teachers sat. "I don't know."

Harry looked at Dumbledore and saw him staring at him. Dumbledore nodded his head. "I think he already knows," Harry said.

"Alright than, lets get you out of here," Ron said.

Harry nodded as he got up from the table. Ron and Hermione followed him as he began to walk out of the hall. Harry felt his whole world start spinning as he grabbed out to stop himself from falling. He barely felt himself hit the floor before he fainted.

* * *

Harry looked around the Quidditch field. He was confused. How did I get here? He asked himself. He didn't remember coming outside the castle. The last thing he could remember was hitting the floor in the Great Hall. What is going on around here? He stared at the sky as a slight breeze rustled his hair. Light, white, fluffy clouds slowly swam through the sky. The sky was a dark blue since the sun was beginning to set. In the horizon the clouds changed different shades of blues, purples and reds. Harry took in a deep breath and sighed loudly. He didn't care now why he was outside on the Quidditch field, he was just glad to be there. He shut his eyes for a moment.

As he opened his eyes he gave a cry of surprise. The sky had turned suddenly black with red clouds swarming angrily in the sky. He watched in total horror as it began to rain fire. Everything around him began to burn violently. He gasped as he saw bodies appear before him. There eyes wide with horror as they walked towards him, catching on fire. He cried out in pain as one of them fell on top of him. When he managed to push it off he was shocked to see a face grinning evilly.

"I told you I would come back," Voldemort sneered.
"What the HELL!"

Harry turned around to run away but was blocked off by a giant eight-foot tall firewall. Harry looked around frantically. He heard a cold, dry cackle behind him. He turned around slowly to face Voldemort. He screamed at what he saw before him.

His grandparents stood beside Voldemort, grinning just as evilly as him.

"Wh-what is going on?" Harry screamed.

"We helped him find you dear," his grandmother replied.

"What?"

"You don't think he would let us live if we didn't?" His grandfather asked Harry.

"You're joking, right?"

"No, I'm afraid we aren't, but the Dark Side isn't as bad as people make it seem, Harry," his grandfather replied.

Harry shook his head in disbelief. "I don't believe this."

"Well, you should," Voldemort sneered again. He pointed to Harry's grandparents, "You should join us, Harry. Like your grandfather said, 'the Dark Side isn't as bad as people make it seem'. Join us and you can stay with your grandparents. We could do marvelous things together; you and I. Why not join us? Aren't you tired of running and hiding from me with a fear in the back of your mind that you know you are not going to win? You have the talent to be just as great as I, if your talent is not greater! You alone could do marvelous destruction, Harry. Come, join the Dark Side."

Harry stepped forward but than hesitated for a brief moment as he looked from his grandparents to Voldemort. Something just wasn't right. Harry had a gut feeling that it was a set up, but than again, his grandparents were there. The more reason it's a set up, Harry. A voice in the back of his head said. He glared at Voldemort and than looked at his grandparents. He looked closely in their eyes. Their eyes were slightly clouded over. He narrowed his eyes at them. He than noticed the slight fading look around the two of them. They weren't real, they were holograms. He looked back at Voldemort and than took a step backwards.

"Never," he said strongly.

"Excuse me?" Voldemort asked, his evil grin left his face.

"I will never join the Dark Side. NEVER!"

"Stupid boy! Well than, I'll just kill your grandparents," Voldemort snarled.

Harry grinned, "You can only kill something that is real."

Voldemort's eyes narrowed on Harry. "Yes… That is true," Voldemort growled. "Than I'll make this promise to you, Harry Potter. Expect to die a slow and miserable death. But first I think I'll deal with your family and friends first…," Voldemort snarled as he began backing away.

"Don't you go near them!" Harry screamed.

Voldemort grinned evilly once again. "I will be seeing you soon, Harry."

With that a blinding white light flashed, obscuring Harry's vision. Something slammed him in the stomach and he was sent flying backwards into the firewall. He screamed out in pain.

"Harry?!"

He was shaken awake. Harry was still screaming in pain. He was panting when he stopped screaming. Sweat dripped off his forehead. He looked around and saw Professor Dumbledore and Madam Promfrey. His head felt light-headed and the room seemed to be slightly spinning. Pain rushed from his abdomen.

"W-what happened?" Harry asked as he realized were he was.

"You passed out in the Great Hall. You had a temperature of 104. You seemed to have been having a nightmare, probably caused by the fever," Madam Promfrey replied.

"Oh. My temperature went up again?"

"Yes. You were almost normal earlier today with a temperature of 99, but…" She shook her head.

"What?"

"I don't think this will ever stop."

"Are you serious?"

"I've tried everything, I just can't get it to stay down, and your internal bleeding got worst again."

"Is that why my abdomen hurts?"

Madam Promfrey looked at him worriedly. "No. I think the curse is causing everything in your body to go wrong."

"Great," Harry replied.

"What were you dreaming, Harry?" Dumbledore asked suddenly.

"Huh? Um… it was kind of strange. I was on the Quidditch field. Everything seemed normal when I closed my eyes but when I opened them everything changed. The sky was black with red clouds, fire rained from the sky and bodies appeared in front of me. They caught on fire and one fell on me. I could feel myself being burned from the fire. When I pushed it off it was Voldemort. I tried to run but there was a giant firewall in the way.

"When I turned back around he had my grandparents next to him. They said they were on the Dark Side and that it wasn't as bad as everyone made it out to be. Voldemort tried to convince me to join the Dark Side and I almost believed him since my grandparents were there, but I stopped myself and examined my grandparents from afar. They weren't real. I told Voldemort I'd never join the Dark Side and at that he got mad and threatened to kill my family and friends. Than a blinding bright light obscured my vision and something hit me in the abdomen and I fell backwards into the fire wall."

Dumbledore nodded his head slowly as he let all this information process. About a minute passed when he finally spoke, but it wasn't to Harry.

"Madam Promfrey, I think Harry may have appendicitis."

Madam Promfrey came back into the room and looked at Harry. She walked over and proceeded to press down on his abdomen. Harry cried out in pain as sharp impulses raged from his abdomen. Madam Promfrey nodded in agreement.

Dumbledore looked at Harry. "Madam Promfrey is trying everything she can for you Harry. As for the dream, I'm not sure what it means. I am going to go back to my office and think about it. I want you to rest."

Harry nodded. Dumbledore turned and left the room. Harry was struck by sudden drowsiness. He slowly closed his eyes and went into a restless sleep.