Disclaimer: Yeah really I own Harry Potter. I'm J.K and this is the Order of The Phoenix*rolls eyes* I don't own shit! All I own are the entire HP books the LoTR book and other stuff. But besides that I don't own Harry Potter. Do you have to put this thing on every Chapter? Oh well.

Auth0rs note: La La I can't hear you! The Little Voices in my head want to kill all that that didn't review! Bad Little Voices! *Smacks herself in the head* Ok I think I am better now. Ok here's the story.

Harry Potter:

The Worst year

By SlytherinKid900

Chapter 7

Harry shook his head and saw the blurry face of Albus Dumbledore came into view.

"Harry are you ok?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yeah, but my scar...It hurt so bad it make me pass out."

Harry looked around and saw that he was in Dumbledore's office and Sirius was sitting in Dumbledore's seat.

"Harry! What happened?" Sirius asked directly.

"Harry," Dumbledore said kneeling down to stair him in the eyes. "Tell me exactly what happened. How did you get blood on your scar?"

"I just went to sleep...Then I thought I had a dream...I was running at first then..." Harry stopped and had to think if he should persist. Dumbledore nodded and Harry continued. He told them how Voldemort cut his scar and he realized he couldn't continue. Sirius had him in a bear hug. "Harry are you OK?" Sirius asked with a tear rolling down his face.

"Yeah," Harry replied starting to get irritated.

"Harry you have been through a lot. I only hope for the best," Dumbledore said.

Just then, Remus Lupin, Harry's previous Defense Agenst the Dark arts Professor. He was Harry's father's best friend.

"Albus, Padfoot...Voldemort has killed...Arthur!" He panted.

"Arthur Weasley?" Sirius asked.

"Yes! Ronald, Fred, George and Ginny are on there way up. While Also Bill, Charlie and Percy are apperating in."

"Good," Dumbledore said, as his voice grew colder. It didn't even sound like Dumbledore anymore! It sounded like Voldemort! All of a sudden Harry's scar burst with pain.

Harry stood up, but was pushed back into his seat by and invisible force.

"You're not going anywhere, Potter." Said the voice of Voldemort.

"Voldemort?" Harry said perplexed.

"YES!" Voldemort said his voice lowering about an octave.

Sirius ran over to Harry. All of a sudden the room faded away. Harry saw Sirius and Remus at his side. Before any of them could even see where they were or become aware of what was happening: Tight cords strung themselves around Harry, Sirius and Remus.

Harry cried out in pain as Sirius and Remus exchanged frightened looks. Voldemort was nowhere to be seen. Harry knew not to lure into a false sense of protection. He knew Voldemort was near. He could sense it. He knew it within his scar.

He looked over and saw a frightened look upon both: Sirius and Remus's face. Harry wanted to assure them that everything was going to be ok, but nothing escaped his through. Harry looked up...Into the face that haunted his nightmares for years on end. He looked up into the face of Lord Voldemort.

"Potter..." He said as his face contoured into a smile. Voldemort looked beyond Harry's bangs and to his scar. His face went into a grin.

Sirius and Remus both were tied together Agenst the back wall while Harry was tied in front of Voldemort.

Harry's scar was burning more fiercely than he ever thought possible. Harry's arms felt like they were breaking; the ropes were so tight. The ropes were cutting into there skin. He felt blood drip down his sleeve.

There was coldness around them all. It was circling them. Harry knew the deatheaters were coming. He could feel it in the deepness of his veins.

About 100 cloaked men and women apperated. They surrounded the four of them. Voldemort looked among the deatheaters.

Harry felt the presence of a demotor. Or maybe hundreds. It was unpleasant. He felt himself going into a daze.

"JAMES!" Lilly Potter screamed.

"Avada Kedavara!" Voldemort shrieked as a green light filtered through the house: burning Harry's eyes. Suddenly the Black caped man turned to face the baby boy. Wand directed straight at the boy's heart.

"Take me instead! Leave Harry alone!"

"AVADA...."

Lilly through herself in front of Harry.

"Kedavara!" The curse missed its target: Harry. The curse hit Lilly. As the Flash dimmed and as there was a sound of something hard hitting the floor. Lilly Potter was dead before she hit the floor. The cloaked man pointed the wand once again at the small boy.

"Good bye: Harry Potter" said the cold Voice of Voldemort. He pointed the wand at the boy's chest and muttered the deadly words, "Avada Kedavara!"

There once more was the sound of something heavy hitting the floor. This time the child wasn't touched. The curse didn't kill the boy who it was meant for. It had killed it's caster. Lord Voldemort was wiped from his body. The green mist still was over the boy, though. It was till then that the boy gave out a howl of pain and started crying Longley for his mother and his father, neither of whom were ever going to sing Harry to sleep again, Nor show him the sport of Quidditch. But he was to be raised by none other than the least people to be involved with magic. Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of Number Four Privet Drive.

Little did the boy know that he'd be facing his worst enemy on his 11th birthday? Little did he know that Voldemort would return to full power before his 15th birthday?

None other than Voldemort shook Harry back to reality. Voldemort moved his long spider like finger closer to Harry's scar. Harry pulled back and there was a swirl of colors and Harry found himself in Dumbledore's office. The ropes binding him were gone. Even though the marks from the ropes were still there. He got to his feet, but only to fall back down.

He soon heard two little pops as Sirius and Remus apperated into the office as well. Harry looked around and saw the real Dumbledore. He saw the twinkle in his eyes that told him that everything was going to be OK.

"Harry, go down and see Madam Pomfrey about those gashes then I'll explain everything," Dumbledore said in an reassuring sort of way. "Unless you want to go back to classes, then you could come and see me after classes."

Harry nodded and Sirius walked over and picked Harry up to his feet. Harry felt a little uncomfortable standing for the time being. Sirius helped Harry walk down to the hospital wing.

As soon as they walked into the door Madam Pomfrey came running over to them. Sirius helped Harry onto the bed closest to him. Madam Pomfrey checked him over. She mended his wounds and wrapped them in a bandage. After completely checking him over she said it was ok for him to leave and Sirius walked toward Dumbledore's office while Harry walked toward the Gryffindor common room.

A lot of questions were swarming through his head. Like; how did he escape Voldemort? He knew that Dumbledore would answer all of his questions like he always did. His arms were shacking from both the pain and the defeat. He sensed that Voldemort was almost at the height of power as he was at his downfall. What would happen if he became more powerful than he was at his downfall? What would happen if he became immortal?

He walked up the familiar stairs to the Gryffindor common room. He walked up to the Gryffindor Corridor. He walked into the Common room briefly getting held up because he forgot the password, bacon. He walked in to find Ron, Hermione and Ginny sitting in the common room talking.

As soon as they noticed him their faces went from gloomy to cheerful smiles. He sat down at their table, which was situated in a corner. He sat next to Hermione.

"HARRY YOU'RE OK!" Hermione screamed and gave him a hug. Ron looked kind of disappointed like he liked Hermione.

"Yeah, I'm fine," He said, but Hermione spotted the bandages underneath his ripped robes.

"What happened?" Hermione asked urgently.

"Nothing-" Harry started.

"Harry for real what happened?" Hermione asked.

"Voldemort," Harry muttered darkly.

"When? How?" Hermione asked.

"Just now and I really don't know! What class do we have next?" Harry asked trying to chance the subject.

"We have double potions," Hermione mumbled.

"Oh Yay!" Ron said sarcastically.

They each walked up to their dorms and grabbed their books and then down to the dungeons.

"I smell blood! I smell flesh! Come to me...Come to ME!"

"What was that?" Harry asked looking around him.

There was a soft hissing sound to be heard. Harry looked around hoping to find something. Hermione and Ron gazed at Harry like he was mad.

"Parceltouge," Harry muttered. "There is a snake!"

No sooner did he say this; a 10 foot snake emerged. Bright yellow eyes glaring through the dark dungeons. Ron and Hermione stood petrified with fear.

The snake's cold yellow eyes staring up at him: Luminous through the darkness. Fangs bared with its deadly venom.

Harry was ready. The snake launched itself at him. His reflexes born from Quidditch training wasn't fast enough. The snake's fang broke the flesh of his right arm. The fang injected it's poison into Harry's arm.

Bright Scarlet Blood was going down his sleeve. A white hot pain went through out his whole body.

His power was running out. He was feeling his power going down. He ripped the fang out of his arm and the snake went slithering across the floor. Hermione rushed over to Harry as did Ron.

"Harry! Are you ok?" She asked urgently.

"No" He responded simply.

Snape walked out into the hall way. The Potion's Master and all time enemy of Harry's.

"5 points from Gryffindor now get into the Classroom!"

"Professor, Harry has been attacked!" Hermione said not able to control herself.

"Potter? Stand up," He ordered Harry.

"I can't," said Harry weakly.

"You can't? Granger, Weasley pick him up."

Hermione looked as if she'd rather fail exams than listen to Snape make her hurt her friend. Ron looked as if he could kill.

"Now," Snape said cruely.

"Professor, can we take him up to the hospital wing? He's hurt!" Hermione said her voice shrill.

"Let me see," He ordered them.

They both took deep breaths and lifted Harry to his feet. His robe was shining with blood.

Snape's upper lip curled. "Granger, get Professor Dumbledore. Weasley, Take Potter up to the Hospital wing."

"Yes, Sir," They both said and went their different ways.

Harry's robes were blemished with blood.

"Harry are you OK?" Ron asked as soon as they got out of hearing distance with Snape.

"No..." Harry replied, feeling weaker.

They walked silently up to the hospital wing.

"What happened?" Madam Pomfrey asked urgently.

"Harry got bit by a snake," Ron said.

She directed them the a bed at the end of the ward. Harry's arm was burning terribly. The blood was dried around the wound and his sleeve was full of crimson blood.

Madam Pomfrey gave him a sleeping draft and soon he fell into a dreamless sleep.

~*~Ok...I'm just putting this up cauz i haven't updated this fic in a while. Lol. I need reviews! Sorry it took so long. I had a case of writes block again. I'll hurry up with Chapter 8. And Once again I'm not doing the shout outs to the reviews. I'll do that next chapter, I promise.