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Another turning point with a fork stuck in the road Time grabs you by the wrist And Directs you where to go So make the best of this test And don't ask why. It's not a question, but a lesson I learned in time.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right, I hope you had the time of your life!

So take the photographs and still frames in your mind Hang it on a shelf of good health and good time Tattoos of memories dead skin on trial For what it's worth It was worth all the wile.

Green Day- Nimrod - Good Riddance (Time of your Life)

Harry Potter:

The worst year

Chapter 4

"Harry I want you to understand. You are in quite a predicament." Dumbledore started. `Damn I hate it when he uses big words! ` Thought Harry. "Harry right now you are weak. Voldemort could easily kill you. Do you have any other questions or comments?" Dumbledore asked.

"Um...No, Sir, Nothing," Harry quickly lied. There was the gleam of triumph in Dumbledore's eyes once again. He stood up and walked over to Harry. "Get well soon Harry Potter." Then in a little 'pop' He was gone.

Sirius walked by his Godson's bed. "Harry, How do you feel?"

"I guess...Ok," Harry replied.

"Good...The doctor said you could come home tomorrow!" Sirius said joyfully.

"What is tomorrow anyway Sirius?" Harry asked.

"Monday," Sirius replied.

"Oh..." Harry said sitting up.

"Harry don't!" Sirius said fatherly.

"Why?" Harry asked feeling normal.

"You know why...and Harry go back to sleep there's nothing you're going to miss," Sirius said to Harry.

"I know...I'm just not tired. I mean I just woke up!" Harry replied.

"Harry get some rest...I'll be back in a bit."

"Why? I'm not tired!" Harry replied.

"Just relax then!" Sirius said.

Harry laid back and looked at the ceiling tiles. Not after long boredom took over him. Soon he fell asleep. He woke up what seemed like minutes later. He looked up into the face of none other than Voldemort. All of a sudden the room started to spin and he found himself looking up into the face of Sirius.

"Harry ready?" Sirius asked.

"Huh?" Harry said sitting up.

"Ready to go?" Sirius said.

"Oh yeah," Harry replied.

"Get your robes on," said Sirius as he walked out.

Harry got up and changed into his spare Hogwarts robes. Quickly and sat down and put on a pair of Black converse high tops. He sat and looked around the room and then picked up his glasses that he hadn't noticed that he hadn't had on since his accident. He sat up and looked around and watched Sirius walk back in.

"Come on Harry!" Sirius said and pulled Harry up.

Harry and Sirius walked toward a fire grate.

"Were not going to travel by Floo-Powder are we?" Harry asked eyeing the Fireplace. Ever since the first time Harry ever traveled by Floo-Powder when he was 12 it wasn't his favorite way to travel. He accidentally ended up in Knockturn Alley once before.

"Yes we are," Sirius replied handing Harry some Floo-Powder. "You're going to Hogsmead. So just go to Hogs head pub."

Harry nodded and stepped into the fireplace clutching his Floo-Powder. He threw it into the flames and shouted, "Hogs Head Pub!" The flames over took Harry as he whirled past the different fire grates. His elbows tucked tightly to his sides. He closed his eyes starting to feel nauseous. And all of a sudden it stopped he flew out the other end into a familiar looking pub. He got up and brushed the ashes off of him. He looked around to see about everyone in the pub staring at him.

Harry of course was used to this. Being the Boy-Who-Lived...The one who put Voldemort out of causing affliction for 14 years, in yet Harry also helped Voldemort return to power.

Harry still felt guilty for Cedric dieing. He felt like he could have done something to save him. Even though he knew that he was wrong. He knew he was petrified with fear so he couldn't have done anything could he? All of a sudden he felt a hand on his shoulder. Sirius had disturbed Harry's trail of thought.

"Come on we have about a half a mile to walk until we get to the house," Sirius said and started walking toward the door. Harry quickly followed and they walked up toward the cottages.

They walked to a street that was called Order Drive and they were in the second house. It was pretty plain. It was painted white like the surrounding ones. They walked toward the door and Sirius walked up to the door. Witch had a Phoenix on it. Harry looked stared at it and it returned his stare. Sirius spoke the password that is 'parcelmouth.'

They walked into a large entrance hall. It had high golden ceilings and phoenixes in each corner. There was a Large Staircase like the one in the entrance hall at Hogwarts.

Sirius guided Harry up the steps and down to the very end of the hall. His room was bigger then the entrance hall. The walls were pearly white and the ceilings are also gold. He looked over to his bed and saw that it was dressed in Gryffindor colors. He looked down at the carpet witch was white also and in the middle there was a large Griffin. He walked over to his closet and there were robes of every color. His Hogwarts robes were in back.

He looked at the walls in his room again, but this time there were Quidditch posters covering them. It looked like Ron's room except for it was bigger and the posters were hung neater. He looked down and his trunk and everything was in his closet. He looked over toward the window and there was a perch for his phoenix.

He thought about Hedwig. What if she wasn't dead? What if she came flying back to him one day? Is she ok? Harry looked out the window and saw that Falcore was flying toward him. Falcore landed on his master's arm and then flew over to his perch. Harry lay down on his bed and looked at the ceiling all of a sudden a chilling pain went through his scar. Harry didn't even give it a thought. He lay there and watched the wizards go from one poster to the next. He felt as if he could just lie there for hours and hours.

All of a sudden his scar burst out with pain beyond pain. It was like being put under the Cruciatus curse. He couldn't explain it the next thing he knew was the room was going black. He felt the hairs stand up on the back of his neck.

He looked around and saw that he was in the middle of the Forbidden Forest. He tried to get up, but he was pushed back down by an invisible force. In the blink of an eye he wasn't alone anymore. He was surrounded by deatheaters. All of who were dressed in long Green robes with silver lining. He looked up into the face of Lord Voldemort. His bright red eyes cutting through the darkness. Harry's scar was burning fiercefully on his for-head.

He tried once more to stand, but he was being held down by deatheaters. He saw the he recognized one of them as Lucius Malfoy. He couldn't do anything they were too strong. His wand was in his pocket. His arms were restrained and so were his legs. He felt as if He was getting hit by the Cruciatus Curse. Was it? Or was it just his scar? He looked up to Voldemort and saw that his wand was naught to be seen. He guessed it was his scar.

"Release him!" Voldemort ordered.

He felt the deatheaters release him and he jumped to his feet...his feet shacking under him.

"Potter do you know how long I have waited for this?" Voldemort started. A Bright Green light flashed as a cold voice shrieked those fateful words, 'Avada Kedavara!'

Is it good? Please Review! Is that a better cliff hanger? Ok I really don't care...Sorry it took so long...I had writers block. Actually I had I just don't feel like typing. Oh well. I finally finished it...Enjoy!