Sorry for not updating earlier, but I do hope you like this chapter. To me it finally feels good to be able to write something down, since I so badly wanted to write it down. I hope you enjoy this chapter! If you have any questions, comments, suggestions, please leave them in your review. Please don't leave harsh flames because I am very sensitive. Thanks! This story takes place after his fourth year at being at Hogwarts. If you didn't read the four books then I must warn you there are spoilers inside here. Read at your own risk.
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The Message
Chapter Two
Harry looked towards the floor. Red liquid seemed to spread so much faster then before. He had to do something before his faithful owl died on him. Who could have done this to her? Why would they hurt her? She never did anything to hurt another, or at least he knew. Harry had a lot of faith in his bird Hedwig, that the possibilities of her hurting someone were slim.
Without having very much time, Harry opened his draw and pulled out a blanket. He walked over to Hedwig as fast as he could. Gently he wrapped Hedwig's body with his blanket, and then placed her on his bed. What he never noticed was, there was a piece of parchment on the floor, waiting to be opened by Harry Potter himself.
As Harry threw his blankets on his bed over Hedwig's unconscious form, he noticed a white parchment on the floor, held together by a red ribbon. That was awkward, he mentally told himself. Before he never noticed it and now that he did, he noticed Hedwig's blood never stained the white parchment. It somehow remained blood free. Harry picked up the letter, hoping it was a letter from Ron or Hermione, answering his desperate need to tell them something. Opening up the letter, expecting to see his friend's hand writing, was something that never came. He was astonished at the letter he received. It wasn't a friendly letter; it was more of a threatening letter.
Dear Harry Potter,
I do hope you are reading this letter. As for your owl Hedwig, I must say she is fighter. She wouldn't give up her destination so easily. True to keep to her job, she totally ignored me, so I had to find someway to make her come by me. I used force on her. I do hope she is well.
Now to get down to business Harry, I noticed you know something already and you are willing to tell your friends what is wrong. However I cannot allow you to do that. I cannot allow you to enter Hogwarts this year, for this year is going to be the toughest you'll ever have to face. I'm warning you not to go. But if you do make it to Hogwarts without anything happening to you, then meet in the Forbidden Forest your second night of school. There you would find out some useful information from me, as your reward for getting to Hogwarts.
But if you fail to met me the second night bad things will happen to both your friends Ron and Hermione, for I noticed both of them are very dear to you. So do take extra care of yourself and your needs.
Raven
P.S. This potion will be granted to heal your owl. Next time she would learn not to be so selfish and to listen to me. Maybe there might not be a next time for her.
Harry crumpled the letter. His chest swelled up in anger. Who the hell would write this letter? Why would they hurt his friends? Most of all, why didn't they want him to go Hogwarts? All of a sudden a potion magically appeared in his right hand. He carefully took the potion out of his hand, and poured it over Hedwig's wound. Something inside told him, he should pour the potion over her small frail body, then to have her drink it. As he poured the potion lightly over her wounds, her deep cuts and blisters, he noticed they automatically healed. The dried up blood disappeared. When he turned around, he was shocked to noticed all the blood on the floor disappeared. By golly mean, was what that about? Here he was worrying about what his Aunt Petunia, and Uncle Vernon would say in the morning when they find out the mess in his room, when in reality there was really nothing to worry about.
Sighing, he convinced himself everything was going to be okay. After all Hedwig was fine, the mess of her blood was gone, and for now his friends were safe. There was nothing for him to worry about this night. Or at least he thought so.
The next morning before the sun can shine, Harry heard someone calling his name from the distance. At first he didn't pay attention to it, until he felt something shaking him. Automatically he raised himself from his bed to see who shook him. He saw nobody, and felt nothing but air. He wondered what woke him.
He got out his bed, doing his normal activities every day for his uncle and aunt. No matter how bad they treated him, he still did what they asked him to do. After all he had nowhere to go, except maybe Ron's place, however he would always end up coming back to this place, Privet Drive in the Dursley's home.
"Would you hurry up with them eggs and them toast. You take forever just to do the simple things in life!" yelled Aunt Petunia from the living room.
Harry could hear her growing dislike for him. She once said she didn't like his mother, because she stole away all the attention. Just because she was a witch, and entered Hogwarts school, Aunt Petunia saw her as a freak, an abnormal creature in the whole family. Just knowing that he was related to his mother, and that he had a lot of magic blood flowing through his veins, had Aunt Petunia going crazy.
"Hurry up boy! I don't want to be late for work because of you!" yelled Uncle Vernon from the living room.
Harry finished frying the egg, and toasting the toast, threw everything on two plates and headed towards the living room, with two plates in his hands. As he entered the living room, he felt Uncle Vernon's eyes and Aunt Petunia's eyes looking at him apprehensively. They waited for an explanation from him, for coming out late with their breakfast in his hands.
"Well, aren't you going to speak up boy?" asked Uncle Vernon angrily.
"I had some other chores to do, plus I needed to find a few things from the kitchen before making your breakfast," said Harry earnestly.
"What stupid excuses to come from a boy like you. You think since you're a wizard that you can over power us? Well let me tell you something Mr. Potter, I despise your name, I despise what you are, and you're not allowed to do magic, because you can get dispelled from your school easily," replied Aunt Petunia deadly serious.
However her tone of voice only angered Harry. His green ember eyes narrowed at them dangerously. His hands clenched into fists. His heart thumped so loud, he could have sworn they heard it too. To keep himself from using magic on them, he closed, loosened his grip on his hands. He was able to relieve some of tension that way. Without waiting for other insults from both his aunt and uncle he left the living room, to attend to his other chores.
Sitting on his ultimate throne. Black mystical aura shining from him, Voldemort watched his crystal ball with an amusing expression on his face.
"So the boy thinks he can out smart this year? Well he won't be able to do defeat me so, for his blood bow flows through my veins. I can touch him without feeling any pain," Voldemort said with an evil quirk twisting on his thin lips.
"Yes master, and now it's time for the boy to pay for all the trouble he caused you," said a stranger from the distance.
"You Wormtail have done a great job, of producing such valuable information about this boy, and about my new heir. When shall my new heir arrive?" asked Voldemort.
"Your new heir will arrive soon. No one will never believe who your heir will be master."
"It's about time my new heir does arrive, after all I never did know I had family."
"And you shall greet them Voldemort, that you will."
Voldemort smiled slightly, knowing that this year Hogwarts was going to experience something it hadn't experience in many years. Knowing that his second year attempting to open the chamber of secrets ended with a disaster, it was time to make up for lost times. Instead of using the chamber of secrets once again, he decided to open up something else, that one upon a time existed at Hogwarts.
Harry, exhausted from his long day of chores, went up to his room. In a way it was his sanctuary. The Dursleys rarely came into this room. They only came when it was necessary. Now that he had a bigger room to breathe in then to sleep in the cupboard under the stairs, he felt relief in knowing that he could let Hedwig out from her cage whenever he wanted to. For now it was best to keep her in and out of danger's way.
As Harry attended to Hedwig's needs, stroking her feathered wings lightly, a next owl came into the room, brining mail along with it. Harry, astounded by the entry way of the new owl he never seen before gently pried the letter away and offered the owl some of Hedwig's water.
Unfolding the letter he read to himself:
Dear Harry,
It's me Hermione. I was worried when I received your last letter. I'm sorry I didn't have the time to write you sooner. Something happened to my family's owl and had to get a new one to deliver this letter. I do hope you treat him fine. He could be really grumpy at times, but he's normally gentle like.
About the numerous reports that you told me about, well your area isn't the only one. Last night two people were reported missing from my neighborhood. The night before that, three people were reported dead. It was said they looked so lifeless. They were nothing but skin and bones. All their blood vanished. Not a trace of evidence was found. I'm so scared. I'm looking after my family as best as I can. They know what's going on, but they and I can't find out who's behind the scenes.
I wrote Ron telling him what happened in our neighborhoods, and he told me that their home was having a lot of trouble. For some reason the Ministry of Magic is corrupted. People are rebelling over you know who that cannot be named. Others, who believed you know who has comeback from the shadows, are hiding in fear for their families and themselves. I heard it's terrible by Ron's place. He told me he isn't to sure if he could pick you up this year with everything going on so abnormally.
I also heard that the connection between this world and the next world doesn't work anymore. You can't get into the magically world. There's some barrier over it. The Ministry of Magic can only call on one person, and that is Professor Dumbledore. He is the only one who could fix the problem of what is going through right now.
There are so many things happening I don't even think many of the students this year would go to Hogwarts for the fear that you know who must not be named might arise from the shadows at last and claim what he had since a long time ago, his title. Be careful Harry, please do. Don't do anything reckless. Since the owl mail system works between both worlds, I am planning to send a letter to Professor Dumbledore to get his advice. Till then sit tight.
Your friend,
Hermione
Harry put aside the letter and laid down in his bed in frustration. Out of all things, this had to happen now. Why now? The person named Raven warned him not to go to Hogwarts. The person told him he was going to be experiencing many different things before he even got there. Was this one of them? There was only one way to find out, however it wasn't going to be pleasant as it sounded.