Author's Note: Okay, after reading my first chapter again, I realized that I didn't like it at all. So for the moment I'm going to leave it but I'll probably eventually switch it to a new first chapter. Anyway here is chapter 2.

Disclaimer: Harry, Ginny, Ron and all characters from the Harry Potter books are the exclusive property of J. K. Rowling. No money is being made from this story and no copyright infringements are intended. So don't sue!!!!

Dragons of Power

By

Shadow's Wings

            Harry Potter sat on his Aunt's front step staring listlessly out over Private Drive. If there was one thing Harry hated it was summer. This year he had felt just as trapped away from the wizarding world as always, but in a way it was different. Now he could tell whenever something big was happening with Voldemort. He could tell by the pain in his scar.

            Harry's Aunt and Uncle were trying to just ignore him, but they seemed to know that he was on the edge of many things and were desperately trying not to provoke him. He was on the edge of despair, the edge of his temper and sometimes the edge of madness. He was still in shock over Sirius' death. He missed him terribly when his friends' letters came and Sirius' wasn't with them. And he was angry. He was angry at Dumbledore and angry at Snape and angry at himself. If only he had been able to master occlumency. He was still trying at night to clear his mind, but he knew it wasn't working.

            Harry had spent the past month trying to absorb the fact that he had to kill Voldemort. He had to kill Vodemort. He had to kill Voldemort. Or he would be killed. How was he supposed to kill someone who wasn't alive enough to die? Why did it have to be him? Why couldn't he just be normal for once?

            SLAM!!!

            Harry jumped and whirled around, his wand in his hand only to see his Aunt Petunia looking at him in shock.

            "Put… put that away, you fool" She hissed quietly as she glanced down the street to make sure no one was looking.

            "It's getting dark." Aunt Petunia said, "Get inside."

            Harry looked at her oddly, but walked in through the screen door. Aunt Petunia had been surprisingly cautious that summer about making sure both Harry and Dudley were in by dark and the doors locked. Harry had been surprised at first, but apparently Aunt Petunia had heard enough of the first war to realize how serious the situation was. That and she didn't want Moody and Lupin's wrath if something happened to Harry.

            The next morning Harry woke up to the Daily Prophet owl pecking him awake to ask for money. Grumbling Harry rolled out of bed and rummaged in his trunk for some money. He had been getting the Daily Prophet delivered again this summer and this time he read the articles the whole way through. The ministry of magic had finally admitted that Voldemort was back. They had also fully pardoned Dumbledore. All of their articles now said that everything was under control, people shouldn't panic, the aurors were working with Dumbledore and other experts to maintain the wizarding world's safety. There had been several small incidents which were not attributed to the Death Eaters that Harry suspected were their work. They were always at places where information or resources were concentrated. Otherwise Voldemort was still in hiding, building his army.

            Harry was reading the Daily Prophet and munching on some toast when his head suddenly exploded with pain. He dropped his toast and pushed his hands to his head as the pain increased. He felt an uncontrollable anger build up before the pain intensified again and everything went black.

            A Death Eater knelt before him, visibly shaking. Voldemort walked toward the unfortunate man and stopped.

            "What exactly do you mean she's gone." He hissed dangerously.

            "Sh.. She.. She's gone. Her room is destroyed and we found force marks on her window. She must have been kidnapped." The man was twitching and wouldn't look up at Voldemort.

            "Kidnapped? And who do you think could have kidnapped her?" Voldemort asked, his anger showing through in his voice.

            "I.. I don't know my lord." The man all but whimpered.

            "It is strange is it not, that just when she was supposed to receive the dark mark, someone manages to kidnap one of the most powerful witches of the time?" The man looked up at Voldemort in shock and terror.

            "My.. My lord, you don't.. you don't think.. she didn't leave, she wouldn't.." Voldemort sneered terribly at the man.

            "Perhaps not. And yet, you promised me your daughter and she is not here to receive the mark… You have not kept you part of the bargain." Voldemort finished in a dangerously low hiss and pulled out his wand.

            "My lord, please, we will find her, you will still have my daughter's power." The man pleaded.

            "Crucio!" cried Voldemorte. The man's screams filled the air as anger coursed through Voldemort.

Harry awoke with a horrible headache. He looked around quickly and immediately regretted it. Movement made his head hurt much worse. He was laying on the kitchen floor with the three Dursleys bending over him. When they saw he was awake, Uncle Vernon barked

"What the devil happened to you, boy?" Harry sat up slowly and adjusted his glasses with a shaking hand. He was thinking about what he had seen. Who were they talking about? Should he contact the order about it? Harry looked at Aunt Petunia who was white as a ghost. Then he looked back at Uncle Vernon.

"I'm fine." He muttered. "I have to go- write a letter." And he backed quickly away and headed for his room.

After writing a letter describing what happened, Harry lay on his bed and rubbed his aching head. He wished he could block out the visions, but part of him wanted to see them, to know what was going on. And so his subconscious refused to lock his mind down. With a sigh, Harry closed his eyes and let his mind wonder back to the vision. After thinking about it for awhile, the vision gradually faded into a dream and he fell asleep.

A screech from Hedwig woke Harry up in the early afternoon.

"Hey girl." Harry said, taking the letter she offered. It was a letter from the Order.

Harry,

Thanks for the information about your vision and sorry about your head. We are going to come get you today. Dumbledore wants to talk to you about your visions and you've been at your Aunt and Uncle's long enough. Ron is looking forward to seeing you. We'll be able to talk more this afternoon.

                                                                                    Lupin

Harry grinned. 'Finally.' He thought. Ron and Hermione had kept in contact, but not much was going on at their places either. Ron and his family were staying at headquarters again and Hermione was still with her parents. With the good news and nap Harry's head felt better and he was able to push the vision from his mind as much as possible.

Running down the stairs he grinned at his Aunt and Uncle, who stared back at him in surprise.

"I'm leaving today." With a crazy laugh he ran back up the stairs to pack. He was going back.