A/N: Everybody! Everybody! This is the Chapter Three for real this time. I just joined the other part of Chapter Three (Chapter Three.b) and edited a bit so I'll take in one suggestion and this part's rating is:

NC-17: Not for children below 17

If you want to go ahead, it's your choice. I still take flames. Thanks to all the reviewers out here! Also to those comments and encouragements, THANKS!

Dedication: To all my cousins, reviewers and fellow writers Scurvy Curvy & Purple-passion-pig. Thanks again.

Even If…

Chapter Three:

A Mysterious Dream and A Mysterious Voice

~*Harry*~

It was dark, very dark. I couldn't see right through. I feel as if I'm in a huge container. I felt blind.

Then a cold feeling swept over me. "Hello!"

There was no answer. I shivered. "Anyone there?"

Then I heard a cackle behind me. Fearfully I looked behind me.

Standing there was a cloaked figure. Its snakelike eyes glared at me, filled with hatred.

"So we meet again, Harry Potter."

"VOLDEMORT!" I gasped.

"This time there is no turning back little one. If you're willing to save your friends from me you have to fight with me, a duel to the DEATH!" Voldemort said.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

Then Voldemort changed into a familiar form…

"MALFOY!"

"Very soon, Potter, you'll find yourself in a coffin." He cackled.

Then a familiar scream ripped through the air. It belonged to a woman. It seemed familiar.

HERMIONE!

"AAAH!" I threw myself out of bed, breathing heavily.

"OK Harry. This is just a dream so calm down." I said to myself.

But something deep inside of me felt fear. What if it's a warning?

But I have no time for that. I have to go to the Great Hall!

~*Ron*~

I waited impatiently for Harry nearby the Fat Lady. Soon the portrait door opened and Harry was scurrying out of it with his books on one arm and the other combing through his hair.

"What's with you, Harry? I've been waiting for you at the Great Hall but you're not there yet for about half an hour! You never woke up this late." I questioned.

"Sorry. I just had a dream." Harry apologized.

"Well it must have been a good one."

"Good one? I thought I'm going to die!"

"So what is it about?" I inquired as we headed towards the Great Hall.

"It's all about Voldemort. He said he wanted to duel with me for the last time. A duel to the death." Harry answered.

"Why the heck would he want to? And for the thousandth time will you stop saying the name?" I said tensely.

"Well I guess I escaped from him last time back then from the Triwizard Tournament. Now he wants to makes sure that I won't.

"Then suddenly Voldemort transformed into Malfoy."

"Malfoy?" I whispered in alarm.

"Yeah then someone was screaming. I thought it was Hermione."

We arrived at the Great Hall and we sat down for breakfast. I helped myself with some bacon. Harry feasted on some toast. Since today is Wednesday, Charms is the first class with Hufflepuff, followed by Potions as usual with the Slytherins.

"Charms first thing in the morning." Harry muttered.

 "I knew that." I grinned in reply. He smiled back.

"Are you going to tell Snuffles about your dream?"

"No. But if gets worse I will. But I hope it won't be. He's having a good time so I don't wanna bother him."

"How is he anyway?"
"Back at the South. Having a good time he says. Buckbeak's okay too."

"Well if you write to him again…"

"He'll be back here in the North."

"And he will be living off with rats again! I really think he likes you a lot, you must be his favorite."
"Because I'm his one and only godchild, Ron."

We laughed as we finished off our breakfast then headed to Charms class.

One thought entered Harry's head:

I do hope it won't be worse than this. If it does, I'll handle it myself. I'll not pull Ron, Hermione, Sirius and everyone else into trouble. I'll face Voldemort alone. I'm sorry everybody.

~*Hermione*~

I walked to Charms class and spotted Harry and Ron chatting. I blushed a bit, remembering the night Ron saved me last night. I followed them to Charms and there I saw Professor Flitwick with his usual pile of books which made him look tall (that is if you're looking at him when there's a table in front of him) and he's teaching us a new charm.

He said in his usual squeaky voice, "I'm going to teach you about the Libraticus Charm, the charm of Truth and Purity. It will be completely useless for you now but it's very hard to complete. First you concentrate, then you cast the spell then ask the one affected any question you want. It has the very same effect of the truth potion. It takes more than words to perform it. You need purity and goodness of the soul. I'm going to teach this spell to you just to complete the coverage of our Charms lessons. Now here follow my hand and concentrate on that grey metal block in front of you then say 'Serxuela!' OK then, wands ready… one…two…THREE!"

"SERXUELA!" echoed the whole class.

At once, my block turned white, Harry's turned green while Ron's is still grey. We tried again and Harry's block is white now but Ron's turned orange. After five tries Ron finally had it grey. I couldn't help but grin. Ron's so weak when it comes with Charms. Ron shot me a stare when I laughed. Harry bit his lip, nearly laughing. I smiled and Ron smiled back.  When Charms class ended, I joined Ron and Harry on our way to Potions. "Isn't the new potion fascinating? I can't wait to see how good my sample is!" I began. "Yeah and boy it's really hard to make! But it's worth the effort I guess." Ron snickered. "I wonder if I can sneak some of the potion out and pour some in Snape's drink. Then he'll turn nice." Harry said. "Now, now Harry, must not take anymore points from Gryffindor! I really do want to win the House Cup you know." Ron said in a manner I would speak. "Why you…" I slapped his back. "OUCH! Don't hit me that hard!" he moaned.  "You deserve it." I snickered. Harry suddenly burst into laughter. "You two will never change." He choked. "You two fit together you know!" At once, I felt a blush rise on my cheeks. "HARRY!" I screamed together with Ron. I gasped as I looked at Ron.

Ron's…blushing?

 ~*Draco*~

I exited Potions class and headed for lunch. I reflected what happened on Potions today:

"Okay class, settle down now. Today we're going to experiment on our potions we made last time. So go to the cage over there and take a mouse to your table and then set a water tray in front of them. They should willingly drink, for I haven't given them water for nearly half an hour now. But before you give them the water to drink, add at least one drop of potion. Then when it is extremely still after drinking, say: "Rat, arise." If it moves to you, then all is well. But if not, then be prepared for some points to be taken away." Obviously Snape's dark eyes were set on Neville. I snickered.

Well, everything went on smoothly. But obliviously to Snape, I sneaked a flask of potion from my potion vial. Knowing that it would work (because the mouse moved towards me after I said "Rat, arise.") I would use it as my final weapon to make the woman I love mine…

HERMIONE GRANGER…

I headed towards the Slytherin table and stole a glance at Pansy Parkinson.

Poor girl…

I knew she loved me, just by her glance and actions.

But she was not the woman I loved. But she's a dear friend of mine. But not the one I adore.

I sighed deeply.

Lord Voldemort would want me to see to it that Potter will be killed soon, either by him or me. I had a plan: I would lure Hermione to me and in exchange of her safety, I would demand Potter.  But I soon realized that I had feelings for her, and I can't give her up. But I have to follow the plan. But if I can kill Potter before I make Hermione mine, she would be mine forever.

That sounds fair enough.

I snickered. I'll make this work.

~* Harry*~

I was walking with Ron on our way to see Hagrid. Hermione needed to see Professor McGonagall so we headed there alone.

Fang and Hagrid were not there so we were about to turn back to the castle when I felt someone grab me.

"RON!" I gasped.

"HARRY!" he screamed as he ran for my captor.

He ran across the bushes. Ron or I couldn't get a glance on him properly.

Then I heard a dog barking.

"FANG!" I screamed. Somehow my captor tripped and fell down some sharp stones. I fell along. The fall ripped through me. It was extremely painful.

But I struggled to look. My captor was a cloaked figure. "Just like in my dream!" I gasped. Then the figure raised a knife on me. Before I can react, the blade sank down to my chest. I screamed. Fang came along. Sensing danger, the figure took the knife away and ran.

The cloaked figure dashed away. Hagrid made an appearance.

" 'arry? What the-Blimey- hey you!" Hagrid shouted to the cloaked figure that just vanished at the same time Ron entered the scene.

"He was captured for a while then thank goodness you came along." Ron sighed.

"Help me, I can't stand!" I moaned then suddenly I fell to unconsciousness.

~*Ron*~

"HARRY! HARRY!" I screamed.

"Hurry up. Help me here while I bring him to Madam Pomfrey!" Hagrid scooped up my body in his arms and headed to the castle.

"OH MY GOODNESS!" Madam Pomfrey shrieked when Hagrid told her what happened and that Harry needed help. "This is so dreadful! I don't know if I can fix this!" she gasped.

"What?" I trembled.

"I can mend wounds in seconds but his breath is so short and his heart and lungs are torn and bleeding." Madam Pomfrey made way for her wand.

"I'll get Hermione!" I dashed to the Gryffindor common room to find her.

"Oh god Harry please be all right." Hermione whimpered when we arrived.

Madam Pomfrey cleared out all the excess blood off his wounds, lungs and heart. Then she stitched the torn part of the lungs and heart back together.

But his breathing was still short. Madam Pomfrey said she can't do anything but wait before doing any more treatments.

A few minutes later, Harry began to choke and cough. "Ron?" he whispered.

"Harry! Madam Pomfrey, he's okay!" I dashed towards our school nurse.

~* Harry- A Week Later After the Incident*~

Ron sat down next to me. I stared at his eyes.

"You okay?"  He asked.

I nodded.

"So since the situation is getting worse than expected, are you going to…?"

"Ugh-I think so."

"Um-guess Hermione got ahead of you…"

"WHAT?!" I jumped out of my bed.

"She's worried and so am I. So she decided to write to Sirius right away. She had already sent Hedwig."

"And I don't want to add Sirius. I mean last time he was having a peaceful time in the South but he has to go back all because of me and suffer. Now he's doing the same thing again."

"You can't handle this thing all by yourself, Harry! Come on, Sirius has the right to know. We're just concerned Harry."

"Sorry Ron." I sighed.

"Just rest for now. You'll be fine about Thursday"

"Thanks. I guess your right about everything."

"Oh and Sirius gave us a reply…"

"He's flying North again." I cut him short.

"Uh-yeah and he says keep your eyes open. You might never know." Ron sighed.

"Can I read Sirius letter?"

"Sure. It's with Hermione. I'll get it for you."  He dashed outside to Hermione.

When Ron left, I heard a strange voice calling me.

Harry…

Harry… Come here Harry…

Harry…

Who are you? I gasped.

Harry…HARRY!!!!!!!!

"WHAT THE-"

"Harry, here's the letter." Ron arrived with the letter in his hands.

"Thanks." I grabbed the letter and read it carefully.

It said that he was flying North and that while he's not yet here he must take care of himself, stay close to Ron and Hermione and always be ready.

I shut my eyes and stared at the letter.

I HATE IT WHEN THIS HAPPENS…

A/N: There. I'm done with Chapter 3. Well as usual if you dislike this story, just add some flames no matter how bad it can be it's OK. Please R+R.  Thanks!