Chapter 2: Into the Forest

Harry stared up at the ceiling, unblinking. He just couldn't sleep. No matter how hard he tried. He just couldn't.

There was a weird, nagging feeling in his stomach. It kept telling him to do something. What it was, he didn't know. Yet, he felt that he needed to get up and walk off some of his pent-up energy.

With a resigned sigh, the 16-year-old wizard swept back the covers of his bed and pulled on a flannel shirt over his jeans and wife beater. (Note: that's a type of shirt)

Slowly, he crept to the window and drew it open, careful to not wake the snoring Ron in the bed across the room.

As soon as the window was opened, Harry quickly yet quietly slipped out the window and onto the shadowed roof slope that stretched from the entrance to Ron's room.

Harry had used the window more than once to slip outside, but never during the night- time. This made Harry slightly nervous, but...it excited him at the same time.

Harry jumped carefully from the edge of the roof slope and landed on his hands and knees on the soft, grass-covered backyard of the Weasley house. There was a forest behind the garden, and Ginny, Ron, and even Fred and George had always warned Harry to never go in there.

Apparently, Ginny and Ron had gone into the forest a few years ago, and had something scare them so much that they couldn't talk for nearly a week.

This would have scared away anyone else, but not Harry. This just made him want to go into the forest even more. And he would go in there.

As quietly as a shadow, and as unnoticed, Harry slipped into the embracing darkness of the forest.

After nearly half an hour of just ambling around, Harry began to get bored.

That is, before he saw the clearing up ahead of him.

'Hm. If there's nothing in that clearing, I'll turn back and go back to bed.'

Once Harry's foot touched the springy grass of the clearing, a blade was found pressed to his throat.

The boy quickly backed up.

In the clearing, were about a dozen people wearing raven black clothes that contrasted blatantly with their alabaster skin and ebony eyes.

He saw fangs on most of them.

'Vampires.'

"Well, well, well. Here is wittle bitty Potter. Right here, live and in person. What a…pleasant surprise."

Harry shuddered at the vampires tone.

This one was obviously male, but he still scared Harry to no end, with his pearly fangs glinting in the moonlight.

Harry gulped as the group circled him, calculating eyes taking in every inch of him.

One lunged forward and made to bite him, but the vampire flew back, a dagger in it's chest.

A few flashes of black and silver, and others fell to the ground, dust.

Soon, all of the vampires were dead.

Minako Yami stood there, looking livid.

"Y-Yami…What?"

"Are you an idiot?" She sure didn't sound like a happy camper.

"Huh?"

"Are. You. An. Idiot? Do you know how much Voldemort would pay those low lives for bringing in your head on a silver platter? God. Never, and I repeat never, go walking around in a dark forest in the middle of the night all on your own! Your liable to get yourself killed, baka. Now, I'm going back. And don't mention me saving you to anyone. Oh, and by the way, your welcome."

:Next Morning:

Harry groaned when the light stabbed at his eyes. Ron really needed to get some blinds for his window.

"Potter-san. Potter-san! Weasley-sama said that it's time to wake up." Minako's alto voice penetrated through the pillow over Harry's head and rang in his ears.

"Go away, Yami!"

"Potter-san, my name is Minako. And the last thing I am going to do is to go away. Weasley-sama said for me to come and wake you up. It's nearly mid-day."

"So?"

"Potter-san! UP!" she yelled and ripped the warm blanket off of his body, letting a freezing cold draft flow over his body.

Harry curled up and pulled the ragged pillow tighter over his head. He was still wearing his clothes from last night, he'd been too fatigued to change into his pajamas.

Minako grabbed the threadbare pillow and attempted to yank it off his head, but Harry held it still.

The raven-haired girl sighed and then smirked as an idea came to her. "Potter-san, if you don't get up soon I'll force you."

"Yeah right!" His voice was muffled, but Minako heard him clearly.

Minako sighed. "Okay, but, I warned you."

Minako leaned over the bed and ran a slender finger up Harry's spine.

Harry jumped off the bed and nearly backhanded her.

Minako easily grabbed his hand, smirking.

"What was that for!" Harry nearly yelled.

"Well, I warned you. Now, come on Potter-san, Weasley-sama is making lunch, and we are to go to Diagon Alley today for school supplies. The letters came while you were sleeping." The amusement had left Minako's voice and was back to it's old unemotional tone.

God, didn't this girl know how to put emotion into talking? Harry pulled on a different shirt as he followed her downstairs and into the kitchen, waiting for what the day would bring...