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Author's Note: Well, finally started the second chapter. I hope you all love this version of the 6th book so far and if not, I'm sorry if I ruined it for you, but I want to have my own version big smile okay, well enjoy!

Midnight Stroll:

Harry moved swiftly through the small circular room. His thoughts were not his own and everything around him seemed blurred and distant. At once he knew that he was not in his own body. It had to be Voldemort's body. He knew no one other then Voldemort that felt the anger that was coursing through Harry right now. Harry didn't resist trying to throw him off again, but watched as he stepped forward, into a bright lighted him.

The air was cold and a rancid smell filled his nose. He smirked delightfully and a cold laugh burst through his mouth as he stared at a wall near the end of the room.

Harry bolted up from his sleep, horror and disgust filling every inch of his body. He gasped deeply as his breath stopped short. The wall had been covered in bodies. Horrible dead bodies. Every person Voldemort and his Death Eaters had ever killed had been pinned to that wall. And in the middle were Harry's own parents, staked there as if they were not worth a penny. Then next to them was . . . Sirius.

Harry retched over the side of his bed and the vomit splattered to the floor. He couldn't take this. He placed his hand over his mouth and shut his eyes, trying to lull his breathing. That dream meant nothing. Harry had to remain calm, but he suddenly stood up and walked to his door. His movements were slow and dizzy, but he managed to walk from his room into the bathroom.

Harry bent double over the sink and let his hair fall around his face. Disgust was still swimming through him and he breathed in and out slowly. He turned on the sink and grabbed a washcloth, soaking it in water and wiping his face with the cool cloth. "What was that?" He whispered to himself and threw the cloth on the floor. He turned to leave when he saw that the blood from last night was still caked on his hand. Harry groaned in sickness and rapidly washed his hand, wrapping a band aid around his finger. Stumbling back to his room, Harry bent down and cleaned up the vomit beside his bed with a towel while wishing dearly he could use magic to do it.

An hour later, Harry sat onto his bed and looked around his room. Hedwig was gone and it was really late at night. Only the soft wind could be heard outside. At this moment, Harry remembered that his O.W.L.s would come sometime soon and he really was not looking forward to them. He hoped that he at least did half-way decent on them.

His thoughts soon wondered and he lifted himself from his bed. Harry walked from his room and down the stairs. He came face to face with the door leading outside and he stared at it. That's what he wanted to do. Go for a walk. Now why shouldn't he be able to? Besides Tonks telling him not to go outside at night for the dementors were still on the prowl. But Harry figured he knew how to get rid of them. As long as he had his wand he would be alright.

So, with a last glimpse to see if the Dursleys had awakened, Harry stepped out the door. The cold air felt wonderful on his face and he smiled for the first time in what seemed like ages. He strolled down the street and only gazed around him. It had been a long while since he even dared to walk down these streets and he remembered a very confusing letter that Ron and Hermione had sent him together.

Harry,

Hope you're doing fine. We're doing swell here. Summer's going really slow. Hermione is frantic to get her O.W.L.s. She's going to lose all of her hair if she doesn't quit worrying soon. Shut–up Ron. Anyway, Harry, I'm not going to lose my hair. I bet Ron is more worried. But be sure to write us how you did. Unless we find a way to get you here before then, mind her. Quiet Ron. We've heard news that the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher has been chosen. I wonder who it will be. I hope he or she is as good as Lupin was. By the way, Lupin is doing fine. He misses Sirius like the rest of us do. I know it must be hard on you the most though. We're really sorry. Worried 'bout you too and Hermione keeps saying how she will be very upset if you do anything stupid. So, just don't do anything stupid. Hermione will be crabbing all day if you do. Ron, stop! I trust you Harry, don't worry. Though you do have a tendency of doing things on an impulse, but I trust you. So, you know what? It's quite funny at the Order of the Phoenix. Yes, Dumbledore feels that we should keep the Order going in case the Ministry feels ready to stop believing. The cleaning is finally all set in the old house. Though we don't need to be as secretive anymore. The portrait of the old hag though is still is not gone. And the ruddy house elf is still here. Cut it out Ron, house elves deserve our support. So, that's about it though. The Order really is trying to do their best and they all send their regards, though they call you a lot we felt we should tell you.

Ron and Hermione

P.S. Snape is still with us . . . unfortunately. Ron!

Harry laughed aloud as he remembered that letter. It had confused him to death at you was writing and who wasn't. They were both trying their hardest to cheer Harry up after he had sent them a depressing letter about his crummy summer.

Harry's stomach churned suddenly as he remembered the nightmare and wondered whether or not he should tell his friends about it. He decided not to and to only tell them when he saw them. Harry doubted the nightmare was important.

As the clouds shifted away from the moon, Harry found himself at the park he spent so much time at last year. The slide glistened in the dark and the wind threw tiny piles of sand through the air. His eyes moved to the swings and he almost jumped. A girl about his age was sitting on one of the swings and staring at him with wide, confused eyes. The darkness made it hard for Harry to make out what she looked like, but he walked toward her out of curiosity. When he was standing in front of her, he ruffled his hair, "Um . . . hullo."

The girl blinked rapidly and looked around quickly. She appeared, surprised and unsure for a moment. "Er . . . hey."

She didn't seem to be in the mood to talk and Harry took up the swing next to her, "What are you doing outside so late?"

The girl brushed her waist-length, red hair behind her back and her eyebrows lowered, "I highly doubt it's any of your business. What are you doing?"

Harry was surprised at her tone and he grinned, "None of yours either." Silence fell between them and Harry watched her kick out her feet and begin to swing lightly. Her hair flew behind her and she looked forward as if determined not to look at Harry too much.

"So, what's your name?" Harry asked bluntly, trying to make some conversation.

The girl stopped swinging abruptly by digging her boots into the ground. Her head turned to face Harry and he saw that her face was very pretty and white as soft snow. She smiled and the smile seemed familiar to Harry. "It's Sara."

Harry smiled, "Nice to meet you. Mine's Harry." He held out his hand to shake, but she stared at it blankly.

"Um . . . I know." Sara whispered. Harry dropped his hand in disappointment, but he continued to try and talk with her.

"Well, so, do you live around here because I've never seen you here before?" Harry pressed on.

"No . . . I don't." Sara said quietly.

"Ah," Harry peered around him, not knowing what to say.

Sara suddenly stood up, "Look, I wasn't supposed to have met you here. I have to go." Before Harry could say a word, Sara vanished into the night. Harry's mouth fell open slightly at her disappearance into thin air. "She's not . . . a muggle?" Harry stood up quickly and backed away from the swings and ran all the way back to the Dursley's home. As he reached the door, he bent double and breathed in and out rapidly, out of breath from running. He then sat up and frowned. The lights were on downstairs and Harry groaned. He was dead. They knew he was up.

Harry opened the door to meet Uncle Vernon's evil eyes glaring down upon him menacingly. Aunt Petunia, in a gown and night cap, stood to his left and shook her head. Dudley stood behind them with a smug smile on his face saying mentally to Harry, "You're dead where you stand."

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN BOY?!" Uncle Vernon roared and Harry gulped.

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Author's Note: Well, that's the end of that. Poor Harry. Stupid Dursleys never give him a break. (Sad eyes) Did you like? Yea, I wanted to add a new character, so I added Sara. Besides being not a muggle and being quiet. Did you notice anything strange about the way she looked? Well, you'll find out I think in the next chapter or soon. Haha, well, buh-bye!!