Bride of the Devil

By Spectra Angel

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A/N: What did you guys think about my previous chapter? Love it or hate it? Well I hope this one is as enjoyable as the rest!!

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When Harry woke up from his dream he perceived that he was draped in cold sweat. He ignores it somehow and tries to think about the dream he had just a few seconds ago. Harry places a hand on his hair and runs it slowly and carefully.

'What in the world was that?' Harry though awe-struck. There are so many questions racing on his mind. Who was that girl and what was she doing in the Forbidden Forest? Why was she so battered like that? Why didn't Voldemort kill her? Why did he rape that poor girl? Does Voldemort really have a daughter? And mainly, why does that girl look so familiar to Harry and how come she has a scar just like him?

Questions, questions, and more questions running through his mind.

He gets up from his bed and walks towards his desk. He grabs a piece of parchment and a quill and ink. He suddenly had an idea. There ware only two people whom Harry knew where the only ones who would answer his questions.

Sirius Black and Professor Dumbledore.

He scribbles in the piece of parchment but he can't disregard the dream he had.

Dear Sirius,

Just today I had a dream. A strange dream unlike the others I had. I was in the Forbidden Forest and there was a girl, a familiar looking girl on the dirt. She was crying and her robes were torn and she was bleeding nonstop. She kept moaning my name. And you won't believe this Sirius. This girl had a scar in her forehead just like mine. What does this mean Sirius?

I tried to help the girl but I couldn't move and I saw something terrible happen.

Voldemort appeared out of nowhere and he was saying some strange things to the girl. He said he wanted her for so long and he didn't have the intentions to kill her. He mentioned something about his daughter. And then Voldemort did....he...he did...he raped her!!

Sirius, do you know anything of this? Cause I sure don't and I get the feeling this isn't going to be a nice year. Please Sirius tell me. I wish I had a clue of what's going on. I should probably ask Dumbledore. Well, hope you and Buckbeak are OK.

Love,

Harry James Potter

Yeah. This was probably enough for Sirius to know. He grabbed a piece of parchment and wrote another letter this time for Dumbledore.

Dear Professor Dumbledore,

Just today my scar was burning worse than ever. I had a dream today, but I suggest it was a nightmare. I was in the Forbidden Forest with this familiar looking girl. She had the same exact green eyes like mine and she also had a scar in her forehead. I couldn't believe it but I was sure it was the same exact scar. The girl was crying and she was bleeding nonstop. She was lying on the dirt with her robes ripped. She kept saying my name and then something terrible happened.

Voldemort appeared out of nowhere and he said many strange things to the girl. He said he didn't have the intentions to kill her and that he wanted her for so long. He also mentioned something about having a 'daughter'.

I couldn't believe what happened next. Voldemort...he...he did.... he...he raped her!! The last thing I could remember was when the girl fainted. That's all. Professor, do you have any idea what these means? I hope you do. Well, thank you for your attention.

Sincerely,

Harry James Potter

P.S. Hope you and Fawkes are all right.

Harry looked at his letter and he thought subtly that was pretty much ok for Dumbledore. He folded the two letters and walked towards Hedwig who was awake for some time now.

"Huh, so you have been awake some time?" Harry smiled at his pet owl and stroked her head. She hooted delightfully at him.

"I'm glad..."Harry murmured. He placed one piece of parchment in Hedwig's talons and the other one on her beak.

"Give this letter to Sirius" Harry pointed the one parchment attached to Hedwig's legs. "And give this other one to Professor Dumbledore"

Hedwig hooted in reply and she soared out the window and threw the sky.

"Good luck, Hedwig..." Harry kept gazing at his owl. He sat down on his bed and looked around his room. He stood in front of his mirror. There was a clock next to it.

6:45 AM.

Harry Potter had changed a lot during these years. He was now sixteen and was now taller than ever. He stood in the brook of 6"1 feet. His hair was messier than usual and his clear green eyes held that hint of kindness. His scar was still vivid in his forehead and he wore glasses. What he hated the most about himself was he still was living with his Muggle relatives, the Dursleys.

Harry walked to his small cot and he leaned down on his bed. He looked up at the ceiling.

'I wonder who that girl is?' Harry though bewildered.

There was grunting noises and footsteps coming from the other room. This only meant one thing. The Dursley woke up for breakfast.

"Oh shit! The Dursleys are now awake," Harry hissed hatefully. He got up and walked towards the door.

Harry cursed under his breath.

This was going to be another boring summer.

TBC

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Please Read and Review!! I know. This chapter is boring than the rest of the other ones!! Please don't flame me!!

-Spectra Angel