A/N: I have to apologise for the last chapter. There were some really stupid spelling mistakes that my sister put it! I assure you, this won't happen again. So please enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 2: Lautirips Cigam.

Harry immdiately jumped off. On his bed lay Croshanks. She meowed angrily at him and ran off. Harry dropped onto his bed, closed his eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep.

"Harry?" A voice said. Harry snapped his eyes open. Right above him were three faces. As his eyes came back into focus he could make out the red hair of Ron, and the bushy hair of Hermione.

"Hi guys," Harry muttered," Hermione, aren't you meant to be on holiday?" Hermione blushed a deep red and said nothing.He shook his head and rose from the bed.

"So, good summer?" Harry asked, trying to make conversation.

"Um.. yeah, it was alright," Ron replied, again Hermione said nothing.

"Done your homework?" Harry asked again, hoping to catch them off guard.

"Homework?" Hermione burst. Harry and Ron laughed.

"We didn't get any Hermione," Ron said.

"I hate you!" Hermione cried, and stormed off to her room. Harry grinned and shut the door.

"Why was she so quiet?" Harry asked.

"Um.. I don't know really," Ron said offhand," Hay have you seen the latest broom?" He showed Harry a picture of it. It was just like the Firebolt, but alot sleeker and printed in golden letters were the words:

Firebolt Mark II

"What an original name," Harry said sarcastically. Ron laughed .

"One moment," Ron said," I'm gonna get something to eat." He walked out of the room, and Harry saw him go over to Hermione's.

"Yep," A voice said," They're together." Harry turned around to see Ginny. She had grown about 3 inches since last term and she looked alot older than she usually did. The most striking feature, was her hair, which wasn't the usual ginger colour, it was a greeny colour.

"Nice hair," Harry said, trying not to laugh.

"Don't make me hurt you Harry!" Ginny said threateningly.

"You know what?" Harry asked," We should sneak up on Hermione and Ron."

"Ohhh! That is sooo mean!" Ginny exclaimed ," Let's go!" Harry laughed and tip-toed over to the room. As they got closer, they could hear the sounds of two people kissing, and made a face at each other.

"Ewww....." Ginny said," That's gonna be me soon."

"Why not now?" Harry asked, as he bent down to kiss her. She was surprised at first, but relaxed a little. When they drew back, Harry had turned a bright shade of red .

"Well," Ginny said," That was interesting." She smiled at Harry, who had found an interesting part of the carpet to stare at. She moved closer and kissed him on the cheek. She walked off into her room, and Harry could hear the giggles. He shook his head, and walked into his own room. He shut the door behind him and sank onto his bed. As he went over what just happened, he fell asleep.

"HARRY!" Mrs Wealey called," DINNER IS READY!" Harry woke up groggily and rushed down the stairs. He was starving, and could smell Mrs Weasley's special Spaghetti Bolognese.

As he entered the kitchen, he could feel something else. Like back at Privet Drive, he had a vision. Voldemort was crouching over a crumpled body. As he got more into the vision, he could see who the body was. He was staring at himself. The Vision Harry's chest was slowly going up and down. At least he was alive, more than can be said for several Order members, who were lying dead. Harry was brought back into the real world by Ron shaking his shoulders.

"Voldemorts coming," He said bluntly.

"What?" Mrs Weasly said sharply.

"Back at Privet Drive I had a vision," Harry explained," I saw loads of Death Eaters down the street and in a few minutes they were in the living room. We have to alert everyone."

Mrs Wealey stared at Harry for a second before swinging into action. She took some Flo powder, muttered a little spell and threw it into the fire. She stuck her head in and said some inaudible words.

"So, do the Order members have little portable fireplaces so they can be contacted" Harry asked, smiling.

"No, of course not!" Hermione said," Remember what Dumbledore said to you in our fifth year? He said that the Order had better means of communicaton than Doleres Unbrdge's fireplace. Well this is it. If you put a spell onto the Flo powder, you can talk to all of the Order members at once."

Harry marvelled at this idea, it certainly was a better way of communication.

"Are we going to eat or what?" Ron asked. They laughed and took their plates. The Spaghetti Bolognese was delicious and soon they were having seconds and when Ron accidently spilt his over his top, everyone laughed. In those few short minutes, Harry forgot all about The Prophecy, and what he had to do to Voldemort.

A faint "POP" was heard and Lupin appeared.

"Guys," He nodded, and walked into the Conference Room.

"I suppose we have to go upstairs and do nothing," Ron said.

"No, you are coming in too, Ron," A friendly voice said. They turned around to see Dumbledore walking out of the fireplace. He brushed his robes, and led them into the room.

Harry was amazed at what he saw. The walls were lined with books, hundreds of them, all catorgorized into little sections. Harry looked over to Hermione, and saw the light in her eyes, and smiled to himself.

The one thing that caught Harry's eye most, was the large table in the centre of the room. Upon it, laid an equally big map. There little pins, in red and black, which Harry supposed were Voldemorts forces and The Order.

He sat himself down onto a chair and looked up. Everyone was here, including Charlie and Bill, who were meant to be overseas, helping foreign wizards.

"Welcome everyone," Dumbledore addressed them," It has been a very long time since the whole Order has been in this room. You may not know why we are here, so I will tell you."

"Harry here," Harry blushed as everyone turned to face him,

" Had a vision, he saw Voldemort standing over his own body. He saw several Order members dead."

They all gasped at this, they turned to face Harry again, but he wasn't there. He was lying on the floor, cradling his head.

"NOOOOO!" He screamed. He looked up to see Voldemort, puting the Crucio Curse on him, over and over again. After what seemed like ages, he was sent back to the Room, shaking like mad.

"H-he w-was th-there," Harry muttered," R-right in front o-of m-me."

"But Harry," Lupin said," You were here all the time."

"That's where you are wrong Remus," Dumbledore said," Harry has gone through Lautirips Cigam." He looked at all of the blank faces. and explained," Voldemort attacked Harry in his mind, worse than what Legilemens does to you. Instead of producing memories, it actually attacks you. So he was being attacked, but inside his head, and his brain made it real."

"So what your saying is," Moody said slowly," Potter can be hurt, even if he is in hiding?"

"Yes," Dumbledore said," And eventually, Voldemort will have done it so much, Harry will crack, and become like Alice and Frank Longbottom."

An eerie silence overtook the room as they remembered the Longbottoms.

"That bad," Moody said.

"Yes, that bad," Dumbledore whispered, lowering his head.

Did you like it? If you haven't worked it out yet 'Lautirips Cigam' is 'Spiritual Magic' backwards. Aren't I so damn clever!?! Please review!!