One day I woke up woke up knowing today is the day I will die
Cashdogg was barking went to the park and enjoyed that one last time
Called my mother told her I loved her and begged her not to cry
Wrote her a letter that said I'd miss her and signed that goodbye...

You know the happiest day of my life
I swear the happiest day of my life is the day that I die


Can you feel the cold tonight?
It sets in but it's alright
Darkness falls I'm letting go
All alone but I feel fine

We took a drive and we drove thru D.C.
To see the places we lived, long conversations
We talked of old friends and all the things that we did
Summer nights, drunken fights
Mistakes we made...did we live it right?

You know the happiest day of my life I swear the happiest day of my life
is the day that I died

Can you feel the cold tonight?
It sets in but it's alright
Darkness falls I'm letting go
All alone but I feel just fine

You know the happiest day of my life
I know the happiest day of my life
I swear the happiest day of my life is the day that I died

Can you feel the cold tonight?
It sets in but it's alright
Darkness falls I'm letting go
All alone but I feel just fine

Did I live it right?
I hope I lived it right
I hope I lived it right, I know I lived it right
Did I live it right?
I hope I lived it right, I know I lived it right

--------------Good Charlotte: Day that I die-------

Harry Potter:

The Worst Year

Chapter 10

Dursleys again?

"Up!" Aunt Petunia yelled.

"Yes, Aunt Petunia!" Harry replied. Something was wrong with his voice it sounded like the voice in the dream. He looked down to find himself in his Hogwarts robes. 'What happened?' He asked himself. He stood up to go out the cupboard under the stairs door, when he felt his scar burn. Harry didn't think anything of it. He opened the door and walked out.

He looked around and Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and Dudley were standing around him. 'Think, Harry! Think!' He urged himself. He backed into the cupboard and Uncle Vernon took a step forward. He gulped. He saw his Uncle take his belt of; He knew what this meant, his uncle was going to beat him! What did he do? He looked and saw that he was in his 15 year old body, how could this be possible?

Then it struck him! 'If I'm a werewolf I can transform anytime, right? I'm going for it!' He thought about his black wolf form and he felt the dull stinging died momentarily and then returned at full force. He was transformed into his wolf form.

The Dursleys backed up and Harry sensed something wasn't right. Why was Dudley there? Shouldn't he be at Smeltings? Shouldn't he be at Hogwarts? He couldn't control himself, as if a force made him go and cower in the corner. His for-head burnt and for some reason the back of his neck. Then it all made sense! 'Voldemort probably made a spell that would make him half man, half wolf. Voldemort would do something like this!'

He heard a high cruel laugh that belonged to Voldemort. He tried to stand, but his vision went foggy.

"You are dead Harry Potter. For, I, Lord Voldemort, Made you become a weerwolf."

Harry thought, 'Don't you mean werewolf?' But it seemed that Voldemort could read his thoughts.

"No, Potter, I do not mean werewolf. A werewolf may transform back and forth willingly and my live as long as they can.

"Weerwolf's however...They are given a potion. That will make them full wolf. They can however transform back into their body, but it seems to kill away their power. They die usually at a young age. They can't play sports either. To bad. I hear you are a damn good seeker too."

'How long before I die?' Harry thought, even though he didn't want to hear the answer.

"I'd say about two weeks? But however. There is a way to cure it..."

'How?' Harry thought urgently.

"How? Harry...Why not ask your hero? The muggle loving foul? Well anyway since you won't be able to see him I'll tell you. You need the cold blood of a close friend. The flesh of a nobleman and the bone of a mudblood" Voldemort spat the word mudblood out.

'I'd rather die than harm my friends!' Harry screamed in his mind.

"Die? Harry there is no life and death. After you die your soul doesn't. You make it to the land of eternity. You live and a year is gone is Meir minutes."

'How do you know? I thought you never died!' He screamed once again in his head.

"Potter, do you think I didn't understand that shit before I became Lord Voldemort? I almost did die before, remember! Yes, I never died. But before I became Lord Voldemort and become a murderer I had to understand that. I wasn't killing. The soul never dies. Except if you get the dementors kiss. If you receive that you have no after life what so ever. Your body dies and your soul already died. So what's that point in living, if you already did? It will only sting for eternity that's not long is it? All I have to do for you to become a full weerwolf is for me to do the final spell!" He flicked his wand out. Harry took a gulp and as quickly as he could transformed into his human form.

Harry flicked his wand out of his pocket. He said silently, "I hope you are right about that death thing."

Voldemort's cruel smile broadened. "What are you going to do Potter? Kill me?"

"Avada Kedavara!" They both screamed in unison. Except Harry's wand didn't emit green, nor any other color, but a deep black. Voldemort's curse shot straight at Harry. Harry's curse turned a deep green and switched directions it was flying at him.

He felt the curse hit his and after the flash dimmed there he was he jumped up in the air.

"How long was I out?" He mouthed to Ron.

"Not even a minute."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"It seemed longer. I like dreamt about Voldemort!"

"Shhh! Don't say You-Know-Who's name!"

"Voldemort is going to kill me, this year. I know it."

"Harry, don't say that!" Hermione said.

"But, I reckon this game's pretty near up. I give up. I can't live my life in fear of Voldemort, Or Death."

"Harry, but-but if you give up, who will save us? You're the only one that has powers that mach that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!"

"I give up." Harry said staring at the ground. "Voldemort is near immortality. I can't beat him. I'm just a little punk compared Voldemort. If I tried Voldemort would just humiliate me, because he'd just murder me, then and there."

"Harry what makes you think that You-Know-Who is going to kill you?" Hermione asked.

"He told me. He said he's going to kill me in two weeks."

"Do you believe him?" Ron asked.

"Will you three please pay attention?" Professor McGongall barked.

"Yes, Professor."


"Now as I was saying. You are all to find an animal that you'd like to become in your books..."

"What's the point?" Harry muttered.

"Mr. Potter, 50 points from Gryffindor, and I'd like to see you after class."

"That's nice" He muttered again.

"Mr. Potter, come with me!" She walked up to him and escorted him from the classroom. He followed quietly. She walked him to her office and sat down at her desk and he sat down in the chair in front of her desk.

"Mr. Potter, now I don't have the right to suspend you. That's Dumbledore's right. I am going to assign you detention and let Dumbledore decide whether to suspend you or not."

"Whatever."

"Potter, You know I can expel you though!" McGongall barked.

"Go head."

"Come on! Straight to the head masters office!" She barked again at Harry.

He got up and started walking to Dumbledore's office. Professor McGongall walking by his side. She stopped at the stone gargoyle and said the password (chocolate frog) and he walked up the moving spiral staircase. Professor McGongall at his heals. He walked up to the oak door and he heard a voice inside.

"Albus! You must be the new Minister! We can't find anyone else! Except for Arthur Weasley! Sir it is for the sake of our world!"

"I am staying here, Gilbert. Let Arthur have the chance! His family needs it."

"Yes, Sir. We'll give him a chance." The man said and then the door opened. It was a man no taller than Harry was with long shabby brown hair and a thick mustache. "Good day, young man!" He said and looked at Harry as if he knew who he was, but he couldn't place it. Then it was as if a light-bulb just was switched on in his head. "Holley Cricket! You're Harry Potter!"

"Uh...Yeah" Harry replied staring at the floor.

"You aren't in trouble are yeh...eh?" He asked.

"Uh...Well-" He was cut off by Professor McGongall.

"Yes, Mr. Potter here is some deep trouble."

"What'd he do?" The man called Gilbert said. But when he said it Professor Dumbledore opened the door. Harry found it quite impossible to look Dumbledore in the eyes. He was in Dumbledore's office in trouble before, but it wasn't as serious. Well it was, but he didn't do anything and Dumbledore believed him, but yet again this time he actually did something this time and he couldn't lie to Dumbledore.

Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall walked into the back of his office, and Harry walked and sat in the chair in front of Dumbledore's desk. He felt his hand shacking. He realized that he couldn't go back to the Dursleys. They'd kill him. They probably wouldn't allow him to return to Hogwarts! He couldn't afford to loose Hogwarts for something stupid!

He looked and saw Fawkes on his perch. The phoenix's wings were folded tightly at it's side and it's head drooped: It was sleeping.

Dumbledore walked out with Professor McGongall following, she walked to the door and Dumbledore sat behind his desk.

"So..." Dumbledore looked at him as if trying to look inside of him. He looked up into Dumbledore's eyes and they told him he wasn't going anywhere.

"Yeah?" Harry said quietly.

"I have decided..." He started. Harry looked Dumbledore in the eyes. "Professor McGongall told me what you did." Harry didn't like the tone of Dumbledore's voice. "And as for your punishment, I am asking you to pack your bags for two weeks; you are going to Durmstrang Institute of Magic. You are to return with their Quidditch team, you are also expected to practice quidditch with the Durmstrang Quidditch and live under the Durmstrang alma mater. ID you how so ever break one single rule, you're coming back and I'll make sure you live up to your punishment, clear?"

"Yes, Professor."

"You leave at dusk" Dumbledore said looking over toward his window. "Go back to your class and you may leave during your last class." He was done talking. Harry stood and walked toward the door and walked down the spiral staircase. Professor McGongall was waiting and escorted him back to class. The class was all talking in harsh whispers and they all jumped when they all walked back into the classroom. Harry sat next to Ron.

"What's your punishment?" Ron asked.

"I'm suspended from Hogwarts for two weeks! I have to go to Durmstrang!" Harry replied.

"WHAT?" Hermione shrieked.

"You heard me."

Hermione looked into Harry's eyes, except they weren't bright green; they were red. Pitiless red; Like Voldemort's. He had the urge to kill. He wanted cold blood.