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Harry walked into the empty common room rubbing his forehead, but the pain wouldn't go away. His 'scar pains' never usually lasted more than a couple of seconds, surely no longer than a minute, but the pain just wouldn't go away. He sat down on a poufy armchair and stared into the empty fireplace. He was beginning to remember the year before again.

Last year, when Harry was at the Burrow for the Quidditch World Cup, Mr. Diggory's head appeared in the fireplace, for he wanted to talk to Mr. Weasley. Also, later, when Harry had been entered into the Triwizard Tournament, Sirius had done the same in the common room. Sirius! Harry had to talk to Sirius. He hadn't talked to him since last year after the Third Task, but he knew he had to talk to him, to tell him what was going on.

He sat down at one of the tables at edge of the common room and took out a fresh piece of parchment and a quill. He thought for a long time, trying to figure how to word his letter correctly. He thought of all the things to tell him; Aidan, his scar, his worries, the way he was blaming himself for so many things. Once he had all his thoughts sorted, he began.

Dear Sirius,

First of all, Happy Christmas. I'm sorry I haven't written in a long time. School is extremely demanding and I guess I've just been too depressed. I guess I keep blaming myself for last year, and Cedric's death. I know it isn't right, but it's just happening.

There is a new boy, Aidan O'Rielly. He's my age and he used to be a Muggle. Dumbledore asked the Ministry of Magic to give him magic and he just started this year. He's a rather good wizard, though, and he's the new Chaser for Gryffindor.

My scar hurt this morning. I wonder if this is a sign. It has been in the past and it was preceded by a strange dream. I was standing on the shore of the ocean, staring at a building on a rock. Suddenly there was a flash of light and the building was gone, then my scar hurt. It was rather odd.

I wonder if things are worse now. Has Voldemort done anything recently? I haven't been ordering the Daily Prophet but I suppose I should. Please write if you can.

Sincerely,

Harry

Once Harry was satisfied with his letter, he sent it off with Hedwig, who happily accepted, since he hadn't used her in a while. He stared out of the Owlery window for a while until he heard a gentle knock at the door. He turned around and saw Ginny, leaning against the door way. "Hey," she said softly.

"Hey," he replied. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you, silly. Ron saw you leave the common room with a scrap of parchment and told me where you might be. He also told me he hadn't seen you in the dormitory all night."

"Oh, I see. Yes, it's true, I didn't go to my dormitory last night, I went to yours."

"You naughty boy, I should sue you."

"I was just looking at you; you're too beautiful to hurt."

"And you're too perfect to hurt anyone, except You-Know-Who, of course," she answered gently, embracing him around the middle. "So what are you doing up here so early, anyway?"

"Oh, I was just sending a letter to S—" he stopped himself. "To a friend."

"Will I ever know who this friend is?"

"Perhaps, if I feel I could trust you enough one day to not freak out."

"I see, you're hiding something from me, Mr. Potter," Ginny said with a slightly puzzled expression.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Weasley, but I can only tell you when it's that important, though I feel I may have to tell you soon enough, anyway."

"I see. Oh well, let's go to breakfast, shall we?" The two walked down to the Great Hall together and sat down next to Ron at the Gryffindor table, who was stuffing his face with eggs, sausage, and kippers. It was quite a sight. "Fwewwo," he said through a mouthful of bacon.

"No speak freak language," Ginny said slowly. Harry grinned.

"Ha ha, Very funny," Ron replied once he had swallowed. "Harry where were you last night?"

Harry looked at Ginny then said, "I fell asleep in the common room last night, over my notes, you know. Our O.W.L.s are coming sooner than you think you know."

"Bloody hell, you're sounding like Hermione. They're ages away! Besides, it's the holidays!" Harry shrugged.

"Come on, Harry, eat something. These eggs taste del—" but Ginny was interrupted by Professor Dumbledore.

"Excuse me, students. I have dreadful news. It seems that last night, the fortress of Azkaban was broken into by Lord Voldemort." A few people gasped, others just gaped. "The prisoners there were released and the dementors have agreed to an alliance with the Dark Side. We will have to be as cautious as ever now. You will be escorted to each class by a professor and you are to stay in your common room unless told otherwise. These are dark times we are facing and we will have to be prepared. Please don't panic. We will keep you safe."

These words did nothing but destroy the little self-esteem that Harry had left. Now Voldemort would be in full power, with the help of the dementors. He decided then, though, that he would tell Dumbledore about his scar.

After escaping Ron and Ginny, who were still in shock, he hurried to the High Table just as Dumbledore was about to leave. "Professor, excuse me. Could I have a moment?"

Dumbledore turned around and smiled warmly at Harry. "Of course, Harry. What do you have to tell me?"

"Well, Professor. Today I woke up with my scar hurting. I was wondering if perhaps that meant Voldemort was close or not." Dumbledore frowned a bit.

"Harry, could you please follow me to my office? I have to talk to you."

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Aidan woke up to what he had never heard before in his new house, yelling. It sounded as though his parents were arguing, and he didn't like the sound of it. He tip-toed down stairs and tried to hear what he could of the conversation.

"Sam, do you know what this means? This is big!"

"I know, dear, but we can't do a thing about it. He'll be safe at Hogwarts. We can't take that away from him, he's already had so much taken away."

"Sam, we don't know if he is going to be safe. You can't just send him there because he's already had a lot taken. You have to be reasonable. You know what he's capable of!"

"Dumbledore is a great wizard, darling. There is no reason to doubt his safety." By this time, Aidan was wide awake. What had happened? What was so big that his mother didn't want him to go back to Hogwarts? He proceeded the rest of the way, trying to look as sleepy as possible.

"What's going on?" he said, rubbing his eyes.

"Oh, nothing, darling," Jennifer quickly lied. She looked to Sam who plainly told her with his eyes that that would not do.

"Aidan, we have to talk. You say you know about Harry from these books, right?"

"Yeah, Dad. So?"

"Do you perhaps know about V—V—You- Know-Who?" he stammered.

"Oh, Voldemort? Yeah, I know all about him." Both his parents flinched at Voldemort's name.

"Well, last night, it seems that You-Know-Who has begun his Second Uprising," Sam said glumly. "And your mother doesn't want you to return to Hogwarts this term."

"Not go back to Hogwarts! You can't! Everything I love is there, I only just started!"

"I know, dear," Jennifer said. "But we're talking about your safety."

"What about Dumbledore? If he can get rid of Grindelwald, he can defeat Voldemort."

"Oh, dear, I know you don't want to hear this, but this is what we feel is best." Sam cleared his throat loudly. "This is what I feel is best," she rephrased.

"You can't keep me home, I'm going back," Aidan said in a final sort-of tone.

"Aidan…"

"Stop, Jen. He would be safer at Hogwarts than anywhere else," Sam interjected. "I trust Dumbledore with my life. My family's lives, for that matter."

Jennifer had burst into tears and rushed upstairs. Sam looked at Aidan with a expression that clearly said 'Women…' then he began. "Aidan we have to get a few things straight before you return to Hogwarts, and you have to listen closely to me, got it?"

"Got it, Dad. Shoot away."

"First, I want you to listen to your professors. Most of them know what they're talking about. Don't stray away from the castle, especially if you are alone. Stay in the castle. And finally, I don't want you to go looking for anything."

Aidan was shocked. "Dad, why would I go looking for Vol—I mean You-Know-Who?"

"Just be safe, son."

"I will be, Dad."

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Harry was in very poor spirits. He was making his second trip to the Headmaster's office already this year, and he knew that whatever Dumbledore had to tell him was probably something that he didn't want to hear. He was filled with dread as he stepped onto the moving stone stairs that led to Dumbledore's office. Once he stepped inside the room, he noticed the now-very-familiar whirring objects strewn across the room.

Dumbledore's office had not changed the least bit since Harry last visited it, but Dumbledore, Harry noticed, had. The twinkling in his wise gaze was seen a lot less often and he looked sad most of the time. It was Voldemort.

"Harry, have a seat," Dumbledore said gesturing toward the chair next his desk. He too sat down in his chair and rubbed his eyes. "Harry, it's time that you know something. This is something I should have told you when you first came here to Hogwarts. It is time you know, and I am going to tell you everything." Whatever Harry had expected, it wasn't that. He nodded slightly and Dumbledore continued.

"Harry, do you remember when you asked me why Voldemort wanted to kill you, when you were only a baby?"

Harry thought hard. He wrack his brain for the questions he had asked Dumbledore. "Well… Voldemort said he only killed my mother because she tried to stop him from killing me. But why would he want to kill me in the first place?" "Yes, professor, when I was in the hospital wing after finding the Philosopher's Stone."

"Yes. And I told you I couldn't tell you that, because you weren't ready. Well I was wrong, and you should have been first off, when you came. The reason Voldemort wanted to kill you was because you are the last remaining heir to Godric Gryffindor. Your father was the heir before you, and that's why Voldemort killed him. The heir to Gryffindor is the only person who can truly defeat the heir of Slytherin. If Voldemort had killed you, there would be no stopping him." He paused to let this sink in. Harry was lost for words. The heir to Gryffindor?

"But, Professor, the Sorting Hat wanted to put me in Slytherin."

"Harry, you do not necessarily belong to the house of your ancestors. You are in Gryffindor, though, after all. Through the past five years, I have given you hints and help whenever I sensed that Voldemort was up to something, because I thought that if you were given the chance to defeat him, you would. But I never let you know, you never knew that you were the one who would conquer him. I'm telling you now, of the powers you possess, the bravery and love you inherited, and how valuable that scar really is to you."

"But, sir, why have I not been able to defeat him yet? I've faced him four times already, and he isn't gone yet."

"Harry, you possess great powers that even the greatest wizards do not have. You have a type of wandless magic that is very useful against Dark magic. You can—well it is very difficult to explain. Hold on, just one moment." Dumbledore disappeared behind a door, and Harry could hear a sort of rushed rummaging. The professor returned a second later with a very battered leather punching bag. "Perhaps a demonstration?" He lifted his hands up to the sky and muttered something under his breath. A gold orb of light emitted from his right hand. He then pointed the orb to the punching bag and it shot straight at it, blowing it apart. Harry gaped again.

"It is very powerful magic. There are a number of spells. That one is simply el bon."

"How did you do that?" Harry gasped.

"Harry, I am you're great-great grandfather. Your father comes from my line of blood, the line directly from Gryffindor. These powers are difficult, yet I believe you are capable of them. I've been watching you, you're a great wizard."

"How can I be the heir of Gryffindor? If Gryffindor's heir can defeat the heir of Slytherin, how did Voldemort kill my father?"

"Your father had a son, you. You became the one true heir from the moment you were conceived. I hate to dump this all on you at this moment, Harry, but I suppose I have become senile and my judgement is impaired.

"I will let you go back to your common room now, but when the term starts again, I want to see you, to teach you about your powers during your regular Divination lessons."

"Yes, Professor," Harry said, trying to sound as though this news was no big deal. "About my scar?"

"Yes, yes, I almost forgot. That scar of yours. It is your sign of when Voldemort is around, or feeling particularly evil. I want you to come to me whenever it hurts you, this is important."

"Yes, Professor. Is there anything else?"

"No, Harry, I think that will do for today. Thank you."