1 Chapter Two: The Deadly Curse

Harry lay flat on his back, breathing hard as though he had been running. He had awoken from a vivid dream with his hands pressed over his face. The old scar on his forehead, which was shaped like a bolt of lightning, was burning beneath his fingers as though someone had just pressed a white-hot wire to his skin.

He than sat bolt right in his bed, grabbed his glasses and shoved them on. He looked at his watch -11: 30pm. He knew all too well when he had a dream containing Voldemort and waking up to finding his scar burning, it could lead to one conclusion. It happened. It was a real dream. But it was only 11:30pm. The dream took place at midnight. He knew that because he saw it on the hallway clock. He knew that street. He knew that house. And he certainly knew those people. It was his only relatives he had the Dursley's.

The dream had then not had happened but instead it had been a premonition. He had to prevent it. But how could he? He was at his best friend's house, Ron Weasley and with his other best friend, Hermione Granger who was sleeping in the next room with Ron's sister, Ginny. He then figured the only way to get there was by Floo powder.

"Ron! Ron! Wake up! We need to go to the Dursley's now! They're gonna get killed. Come on! RON!" He was pulling on his jeans when Ron woke up.

"What's wrong Harry? You'll wake up the rest of the house. Seriously, Harry. We start school tommorow. Go back to bed." But Harry already pulled him out of bed once he finished those last words.

"Ron! Mr Malfoy, Mr Crabbe and Wormtail are going to be at the Dursley's at midnight to kidnap me. They're going to kill them!" Ron started shoving clothes on himself reluctantly.

Hermione came in grumpy and sleepy, looking angrily at Harry. "Can you guys stop making so much noise?" Harry repeated to Hermione what he had said to Ron. Within five minutes, they were all downstairs in front of a blazing fireplace.

Before Harry could reach for the Floo powder, Hermione, being her usual self said "Are you very sure? Shouldn't we get Mr Weasley or somebody?"

"It will be too late if we wait for them. We now only have 15 minutes," he said glancing at his watch, "We left him a note and sent a note to Dumbledore and Sirius." They heard shuffling noises upstairs. "There he's getting up. He'll follow if he wants, but if we wait, it will be too late – they'll be dead." He tossed some Floo powder into the fire, shouted the Dursley's and stepped in. he closed his eyes and kept his elbow in. Lucky for him, the Dursley's fireplace was still connected to the Floo network. He finally stopped and was shortly followed by Hermione than Ron. "Reducto!" the boards that blocked the fireplace disappeared. The three of them stepped out, wands pointed in front of them.

Harry's uncle, Vernon Dursley jumped up and cried, "What is the meaning of this?!"

"You have to get out. Evil wizards are coming now and are going to kill you. Come on!" Harry was motioning for them to follow him, but they stood their ground. "You're gonna get killed if you stay here!"

"You have no right to come in here boy and push us around like you own this place! You ungrateful, good-for-nothing scrounger!" he sat down again, purpled faced, with the other two Dursley's who were trying to hide behind Vernon. He was breathing very hard. Vernon, Petunia and Dudley didn't seem to hear it, but Harry, Ron and Hermione sure did. They raised their wands, and as soon as the three men turned the corner, they shouted "STUPIFY!, EXPELLIARMUS!, IMPEDIMENTA!"

Ron had disarmed Wormtail, Hermione had stunned and thrown Crabbe against the wall and Harry had slowed down Malfoy from saying a curse, before Crabbe grabbed onto Malfoy and they were both sprawled on the ground. They then heard another 'pop' and raised their wands again.

"Harry, Ron, Hermione, are you alright?" A man came round the corner with his wand raised. A mass of hair had been tied into a neat ponytail. His eyes were narrowed and his face flushed with anger, his white teeth were bared, but he had a worried sort of look at the same time. It was Harry's godfather, Sirius Black.

Seeing that everyone was all right, he turned back to the three men. Wormtail had helped up the other two and Malfoy took Wormtail's wand from Ron. Sirius raised his wand and said STUPIFY! Three jets of red light shot out, but they dissapperated before it hit them, instead cracking the wall. They all stayed silent for some time before, Uncle Vernon, who was shaking uncontrollably spoke.

"What just happened?" It was in a very clear but small whisper. Just as Harry opened his mouth to speak, there was another 'pop' and this time all four of them raised their wands, than put them back down again. Standing before them was Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The look upon Dumbledore's face was terrible. Harry had a flashback, to when he saw his face like that just two months ago. There was no kindhearted smile upon his face, no twinkle in his eyes behind the spectacles. There was again, cold fury in every line of the ancient face. His long crooked nose was scrunched up. But his flowing silver hair, beard and mustache glowed as brightly as the full moon outside.

"Please explain what happened." Harry launched in and recounted his dream and the events that took place. After half an hour, he finished and started breathing again as he had tried not to breathe while he told the story just in case he might of left something out.

Uncle Vernon spoke again, but louder with uncertainty. "We can help…"

Dumbledore cut him off. "No. They will not return. You are safe now. Harry, Ron, Hermione. I want you to go straight to Hogwarts. You should have not done that. Should have left it up to Arthur and us. Go by Floo powder. The password is Illuminati. Professor McGonagall will be waiting for you. I will meet you there. I need to speak to the Dursley's and Sirius before I leave. Please go now and do not go wandering around." Ron went first, than Hermione. As Harry stepped forward, Dumbledore said, "Harry, be careful. Do not leave the castle. Stay in Gryffindor tower until tommorow. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir." And he disappeared through the flames.