Title: Missing Hero

Summary: Voldemort is gathering power and the magical world is seeing the dark cloud rolling in. The magical world now looks to their hero; there's only one problem he's disappeared.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or anything associated with the Harry Potter series, now or hereafter, they are owned by J.K Rowling and I am not claiming them as my own. This is a fan fiction piece, which means I am writing this for fun not money

Author's note: Thanks for the reviews, now on to the story.

Harry was learning to manage the pain he received from Voldemort, it didn't knock him to the ground this time, like it would have times before. He stumbled out the door and down to the empty common room and sat in front of the fire and waited for the pain to subside. He looked into the flames not for warmth but for comfort.

The pain slowly leaked away leaving him dizzy and sick to the core. He couldn't live like this. He didn't go down to the Great Hall for breakfast he stayed in the common room, playing with the fire. He had learnt that after he felt pain from Voldemort he sometimes felt a rush of magical power. 'Wandless power,' he was told it was called. Harry moved a small flame from the fire and held out his hand it hovered about an inch above his hand.

"Silly Sally."

Some one was coming. Harry lost his concentration and the flame dropped landing on his hand. He quickly jumped up with a yell and flicked his hand. The flame landed on the floor and spread. Harry quickly stepped on the flame trying to put it out all the while holding his burnt hand close to him.

Fred and George appeared in the room. They ran over to Harry and Fred pulled out his wand.

"Wateona," Fred shouted. Water rushed out of his wand, putting out the flame and wetting Harry from head to foot.

"Sorry about that 'arry," Fred said to the drenched boy in front of him. "Didn't mean to wet you."

George was trying hard to hold back laugher at the look that Harry was sending Fred's way. His brother still held out his wand.

"You trying to burn the common room down Harry?" George asked of the younger Gryffindor.

"No!" Harry stated flatly trying to dry his clothes. "What's that spell that will dry these?"

"Soliosa." George said pointing his wand at the wet boy. The spell did dry his clothes however it also shrunk them one size. Harry struggled out of his clothes as the twins rolled around laughing. Harry finally got the shirt halfway off, he was still trying to get it over his head, when the portrait hole swung open and Ron and Hermione stepped into the room. Ron took one look at Harry and started laughing.

"Would one of you help me!" Harry pleaded. Hermione grabbed the shirt and pulled. The shirt slipped off making Hermione stumbled back a step. Harry looked at Hermione in relief and she tried not to laugh for Harry's hair was standing straight up. Hermione couldn't help it a laugh escaped her lips, Harry quickly pushed his hair down. Hermione caught her breath and quickly muttered the reversal spell. Harry took a deep breath.

"Thanks Hermione," Harry panted, still trying to catch his breath.

"That's okay, Harry." Hermione threw the shirt back to him, who pulled it over his head. He looked at the three red-haired brothers in disgust; they were still laughing. A hand darted out and grabbed Harry's.

"What's this?" Hermione asked looking at Harry's burnt hand. Harry pulled his hand out of hers and stuffed it into his pocket.

"I burnt my hand on the fire," Harry sighed running the fingers of his other hand through his hair.

"You should see Madam Pomfrey about that," Hermione said, frowning. "It looks bad."

"I'll see her later, first I need to see Professor Dumbledore." Harry said walking towards the door.

"What was that about?" He heard Ron ask.

"I don't know." He heard Hermione answer.

"Is it just me or has Harry been acting strangely lately," Was the last thing Harry heard as he pushed open the portrait hole and disappeared.

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