A/N: Before you start judging my story, and telling me that it's crap I'd like to tell you that what happens to the person in this chapter was bothering me for a while. I kept getting dreams about it and like visions. (Call me weird if you want) So that is why I wrote the story. So please read and review if you guys would like another chapter!!!! Or i'll just leave with only this chapter.



Today was an unusual day, most unusual for the unusual boy, Harry Potter. Today like any other day during holiday with the Dursleys: his Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and his cousin Dudley. Though they have seemed to forgotten about the argument last summer everything seemed quite different. Uncle Vernon had caved into letting Harry do his schoolwork, which was strange, and Dudley grew more terrified at Harry. But other than that everything is what seemed to be "normal" in the Dursleys house…well that is till nightfall. Everything that happened last year gave Harry a thirst to know more about what exactly happened to his parents…he wanted to know more about everything that was kept from him. He felt that all the explanations that he was given were worthless. He felt that the world was against him.

Harry sat in front of his desk, trying to finish his work he had gotten over holiday Harry was pleased that he was allowed his books and quills for the summer, and that he didn't have to work on them during the middle of the night when no one was a sleep. He sat there staring at his paper wonder where to began, as he moved his untidy jet-black hair from his face. But all he could do was think about was what happened last year at Hogwarts. 'What a horrible year that was, and no can doubt that,' he thought to himself, 'almost getting kicked out of this place, being kept from things, Umbridge, and worst of all Sirius death.' He thought about this most of the summer. And thought more of it today. Then all of a sudden he heard aloud scream as soon as it was nightfall.

"Aaah!"

Harry jumped to his feet. He looked over at Hedwig, who began to rattler in her cage frantically. He motioned his hand as if to tell her to calm down. He looked out the window to se what was happening, and at that very moment his scar began to burn. There was another scream

"Aaah!"

Then he heard the neighbors yell, "Shut the bloody hell up!"

Harry squinted his eyes to see whom it was screaming. And there he recognized a pretty girl with long black hair. It was Cho. Though he had no feelings for her anymore he still wanted to help out in anyway that he could, like a friend. He found himself going towards her rescue. He got out of his room in a quick movement, slamming the door scaring his cousin Dudley, and down the stairs. As he reached the front door his uncle rose from his chair, "Where the bloody hell do you think you're going?" he said angered.

Harry opened the door and said, "Out!" and he slammed the door leaving his uncle baffled.

He ran up to the screaming girl, and called out, "Cho?" The girl stopped screaming and looked at Harry with fear.

"It is you Cho! What are you doing out here?" he asked moving closer. He could see that Cho was still in her robes…in fact the same robes she wore the day they left for home. He saw dirt patches all over her face and clothes...some bruises on her face and arms too. "Cho are you ok?" he asked grabbing her hand.

She gave a yelp and screamed again, "Aaah!"

"Get away from me!" She shouted taking her hand back.

"But Cho…" He was cut off

"Stay away! I know what you're up to! You're just like the rest of them!" Cho shouted.

"What are you talking about?" He asked…looking a bit scared of her

Then she started shaking madly as if being possessed. Her eyes began to flutter until you could see nothing more but the whites of her eyes.

"What the…" he whispered to himself.

She stopped shaking and looked at him and ran off screaming, "THE DARK LORD WILL KILL US ALL! HE WON'T STOP KILLING TILL WE'RE ALL DEAD!"

Harry dashed after her to find out what the hell was going on. He finally grabbed hold of her robe to stop her. He started taking deep breaths. While he was doing that she turned around facing Harry and slapped him.

'She's acting like a mad woman,' he though to himself.

"Stay away from me! You are apart of it! " She screamed

"Apart of what?"

"All of it! The games you play to mess around with our minds! To hurt us in ways never thought of! The deaths of Innocents! The death of Cedric!" she shouted.

"I didn't kill him!" he shouted back.

"Of course you didn't…it was all your father's doing! You are not a Potter! You're a good for nothing Riddle!" She said frantically.

"What are you talking about?"

"You're the son…the heir of Vol-Vol-de…" her voice trailed off and she collapsed.

He ran up to where she lay, but she wasn't there and only her robes were…