A jet of green light filled the tunnel as Harry watched through a hole. "ha ha hah ha ha ha," shrieked the immense words of Voldemort himself. He words were so powerful that Harry's scar blasted open to show light. Harry started screaming in pain and Voldemort looked over to see who was howling. "Blast, It's Harry Potter. Get him, GET HIM," roared Voldemort. "Don't let him get away."

But Harry was falling. He was falling and as he looked to the side he saw the walls passing him by. His scar burned. His scar was smoldering his insides and opening a dark hole inside him. Harry could see a bright light gazing up as he was falling. The light was coming from his scar although it was quite vivid. Harry was perplexed off into darkness but his scar dazzled near him and Harry felt safe.

Harry smacked the ground with a hard thunk. He looked around him but saw nothing but darkness. The only light that shinned him was his scar. His scar was still exploding with radiance. Harry got up slowly trying to gain on his legs and he looked around. He had no clue as to where he was. He walked around and felt fully enclosed. Harry shouted out into nothing, "helllllooooo anybody hearrrrr????" Harry heard nothing. He stood silent searching for sounds, clues, anything that would help him on his way.

"HELLO, I AM HERE?" said a distant voice.

"Who said that?" questioned Harry.

"Why it was I." said the voice.

"Show yourself you coward," said Harry. He sounded brave but inside he was a coward.

"Show who I might ask?" asked the voice.

"Show you," Harry said.

"Me? Why do you want to see me?" asked the voice.

"SHOW YOURSELF," urged Harry.

"What's the point?" said the voice more calm then Harry.

"Show yourself or I'll," Harry was at a loss of words. "I'll blow you up."

The voice laughed at Harry. "I need not show you who I am Harry. For you know me quite well."

Harry felt a sudden cold breeze pass him and he started to shudder. "How do you know my name?"

"I know a lot more than your name Harry Potter. It is now time for you to understand."

"Understand what exactly?" questioned Harry.

"Understand your destiny," said the voice.

"But I already know my destiny. I have to kill Lord Voldemort."

"It's not as simple as you may think Harry. Lord Voldemort is the most powerful wizard known to man kind. Why is it that all the wizards fear him? Why is it that everyone thinks you're so famous? It all started with him."

"Your wrong," assured Harry.

"Am I?" questioned the voice. "How might that be Mr. Potter?"

"Albus Dumbledore is the most powerful wizard known to man kind. He can kill anyone that gets in his way."

"Albus Dumbledore?" laughed the voice. "If he is so powerful then why do wizards hate him?"

"No one hates him," Harry responded.

"Au Contraire, Mr. Potter. There are wizards that hate him."

"Well no one is liked by everyone," Harry admitted.

"Very true Mr. Potter. Why is it that Dumbledore didn't kill Lord Voldemort at the Ministry of Magic last year?"

"Show yourself," demanded Harry. Harry wasn't comfortable with the present of the voice lingering around him. He could feel the air around him and knew he was near but wasn't sure exactly how close the voice was.

"You don't know do you?" said the voice, ignoring Harry's request. Harry stood silent and speechless.

Why didn't Dumbledore kill Voldemort at the Ministry of Magic? He certainly has enough power within him to do so. I was standing watching him. I have to kill Voldemort but wait that's it I have to kill him. That's why he didn't kill Voldemort. But why do I have to kill him? It is my destiny but how powerful is my destiny. I am not strong enough to kill him.

"Exactly Harry," the voice said. Harry looked around again trying to find the voice.

"Exactly what?" asked Harry.

"You are not powerful enough to kill him."

"I never said that." Harry was beginning to get uncomfortably. He felt safe before but now he felt corrupted. The voice knew what was in Harry's head. Is Harry possessed or is he just talking to his conscious? His conscious was too powerful and knew something Harry didn't though so there was no way he could be talking to his conscious.

"You know it though," assured the voice.

Harry was frightened with how smart the voice had been. He started to walk away from the voice and then plunged into a quick run. He ran faster and faster yet he could still hear the voice. "You can't get away," the voice said.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" demanded Harry.

"I'll see you soon Harry," said the voice. Harry felt the breeze of air which told him the voice was near spin around Harry twice and then fluttered off into someplace Harry didn't care to know. Harry's scar closed up and he found himself in darkness. He started walking but tripped since he couldn't see. Harry started falling again.

The walls past Harry very swift fully and Harry felt immense energy piling out of him sole and up out of him as he fell. Harry looked to the right and left of him expecting to see enclosure around himself as he fell but he couldn't see and he felt in total darkness.

Farther Harry fell and Harry kept thinking about what the voice meant about how he would see Harry soon. What did that mean? Harry was sure that he didn't want to return to wherever he was. His scar was throbbing in pain as it kept closing up. The skin seemed to close out all the light but his scar felt very open. As it kept coming together Harry felt like a needle kept going back and forth through his skin tugging at in uncontrollably pulling at it and pushing to get it to close. Layers upon layers needed to sew together to become enclosed where Harry would become his normal self.

Harry finally reached what must have been the bottom of his fall but he hadn't fallen hard this time. He sat up and looked around as to where he was at. Harry found himself in the girl's bathroom and Moaning Myrtle was looking upon Harry. She seemed to be very giggly and happy to see Harry.

"Nice of you to come back Harry," smiled Myrtle. "Why haven't you come to visit me? I missed you Harry. Will you promise to visit more?"

Harry seemed more alarmed about how he got in the girls bathroom in the first place. "Um, Myrtle, how did I get here?"

She seemed to laugh at Harry's question, "It was quite odd really. You just kind off fell from thin air. It was more like falling up however."

"Uh, thanks Myrtle," Harry replied. Harry wasn't quite convinced though. He stood up and looked out the window. The sun was rising which meant that he somehow traveled from the boys dormitory to the girls bathroom? Harry didn't quite understand how he could possibly fall up and how he left the dormitory and ended up in a completely different place. Harry was too tired to dread on how many different possibilities could have ended him where he was so he decided to return to the boy's dormitory for a bit more sleep until the rest of the school woke up.

Harry walked out of the bathroom and into the cold dark hallway. He felt the stone against his toes and it soothed him. He looked in front of him and then back and remembered that he had no control over not being seen since he didn't have his wand or his cloak. Harry started for a run to Gryffindor common room and as he ran towards the portrait hole the window gleamed with a new sunny day. Frost covered the lawns and Harry couldn't wait to return to qudditch.

Harry finally reached the portrait hole and said, "Lobalug," and the fat lady opened up. Harry saw that mittens were around the common room and Harry signed since he knew that Hermionie hadn't given up on S.P.E.W. As Harry entered the common room he wasn't the only one who had been present. Doby the house elf was cleaning up.

"Harry Potter!" shouted Doby.

"Doby shush," whispered Harry. "People are still sleeping."

"Oh right sir." Doby walked over to the fireplace and started banging his head on the bricks as punishment for doing things wrong.

"Doby STOP!" Harry said.

"Yes sir." His eyes welled up with tears and he looked happy. "Welcome back Harry Potter sir. I was so worried that you would never wake up."

Harry didn't know what to say. "Uh, thanks," was all he could manage. Harry looked at Doby and saw that he was covered in Hats and socks and whatnots. Harry smiled and noticed that Hermionie had become very well at crocheting. Designs were on every part of Doby's body and he seemed very happy.

"Harry, Harry Potter sir."

Harry focused his mind back to Doby, "uh yea Doby." Harry didn't seem to care so much on what Doby had to say since He was tired and wanted to go back to sleep.

"Isn't that right sir," Doby continued.

"Yea," Harry wasn't paying attention. "Doby, I am really tired so if you excuse me, I'm going to try and get one more hour of sleep."

"Yes, of coarse sir." With that, Harry left. He ran up to his four poster bed and collapsed on it as he did the night before. Harry fell into a deep sleep.

Harry woke up to the pushing and pulling of Ron. "Harry, Harry get up!"

Harry sat up slowly and rubbed his eyes with his fingers. "What is it Ron?"

"Harry, you have like 10 minutes till class starts. You may want to get up."

"Oh all right." Harry jumped out of bed and found that his trunk and all of his stuff was at the edge of his bed. Digging through his stuff, he found his robes and pulled one on and grabbed his wand. "So what class do I have today?"

"Potions with Snape and Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Ah man, Potions. When can I stop taking that class?"

"Well it all depends. Do you still want to be an Auror?"

"Yes, I suppose so."

"Well then never," laughed Ron.

"Oh great, so who is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?"

"Mr. Mclagan. He's a pretty good teacher. Nothing beats Lupin though"

"Yea," agreed Harry. "So where's Hermionie?"

"Oh I think she is in the Great Hall."

"Or the Library," laughed Harry.

"Yea, or that," Ron agreed.

Ron and Harry left the portrait hole and walked to the Great Hall. Harry wasn't planning on telling Ron about what had happened the night before until he met with Hermionie and they could be alone. When they reached the Great Hall, Harry looked around and sees students piling food into their mouths before class started. Harry and Ron walked over to the Gryffindor table and took a seat next to Hermionie and Ginny. Ginny blushed when she saw Harry and said, "Welcome back Harry." Harry smiled back and then grabbed a piece of toast from the middle the table. Harry was glad that he could eat with his fellow students again instead of eating by himself in the hospital ward.

Hermionie looked at her watch and said that it was time they got settled in Snape's class for Potions. If they were late then that would be a bad start to starting classes with Snape. The Slytherins and Gryffindors all walked down into the dark corridor where Snape held his classes and they piled into his class.

Snape wore his usual black clock but held a new expression. Snape seemed very happy and Harry could only guess why, Harry was returning to class to be tormented. Snape glanced at the clock at his desk and then walked over to the door and shut it.

"It seems we have Harry Potter back in class." Snape kept his smile. "You have missed out on five months of my class I believe. How are you suppose to take your final test at the end of the year while missing so much of class? If I were Dumbledore then I would have made you repeat your sixth year over so you could have a full education like the others. But as I am not you will have to deal with what you have missed." Snape walked back to the front of the class his cloak billowing as it followed him. "Now can anyone give a brief description of everything we have worked on for the last five months that Mr. Potter seems to have missed?"

Immediately Hermionie's hand shot up in the air but Snape ignored it. "Listen Potter for this might be a lot for you to handle." Harry could see Malfoy laughing at the other end of the room.

"We have learned as followed, Drangle Altec, Pillowing Panasonic, Operdames, Flaviory, Sucre, Leitmotif, Arome Aniseed, Carroll Cam, Vertasiumber, Intergrudge, Treeoiless, D'anis, Treg Mays, Bea's Blumber, Batromium, Zacros Zarium, Yalwer Yay, Dao Deadlyum, Floxy Floride, Garbnezzar Gadazzle, Relly Weethoers, and Drangle Wood. Since you have no time on learning about all these terms, uses, and how they function I suppose I will have to assign you two roles of parchment on lets see Leitmotif and Drangle Wood on my desk when we meet again."

Harry looked over again at Malfoy and Malfoy seemed that this was a fair punishment. Harry had no clue how he was suppose to research and finish all that work for Snape before his next class.

"Now for today's lesson, you are to prepare an Ala Notable which is used against a Kappa. You put the potion around your body while swimming in the water to protect you from the Kappa sucking your blood," informed Snape.

Harry seemed to not be listening. He and Ron were playing hangman on a piece of parchment. Harry didn't think that Snape would notice but was caught of guard when he came up behind them and said, "Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, see me after class for your detention slips." Oh great, Harry thought. My first day back and I already got a detention with Snape for playing Hangmen. Could life get any worse?

Harry and Ron finally completed their cauldrons with the Ala Notable potion and went to get it approved. "Hand it over Weasley," Snape said. He looked at Ron's cauldron and saw that it was the color of a dark red. "Now wouldn't this color make me want to eat you more since you were the color of blood? Try again."

Harry had an easier time then Ron. "Your Cauldron seems too hot Mr. Potter. You seemed to have gotten the right color so you may clean up." With a great sign of relief, Harry walked away. It wasn't until he passed Malfoy's table that Harry's life got worse. Malfoy stuck his foot out and Harry tripped and the cauldron spilled all over the floor. Snape looked up and with a flick of his wand he cleaned up the mess and added to Harry, "I want a 300 word essay on how you shouldn't be clumsy in my class and 10 points from Gryffindor."

Harry's heart jumped in relief when the bell finally rung. Snape also added, "You are all to write a 2,000 word essay on if you were bitten by a Kappa, what kind of method would you use to cure yourself and why."

All the students groaned and then filed out of the class one by one. This left Ron and Harry alone with Snape to receive their detentions. "Potter, Weasley, come here. You are both to come to my class tomorrow evening at 7:00 P.M. to receive your detentions. You may leave now."

Ron finally complained once they were 100 feet away from Snape's classroom, "It's not fair. It's not our fault that his class makes us bored." Ron's complaining kept Harry occupied until they reached their Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

When Harry entered the classroom, a warm welcome arrived to him. "Welcome Harry, to Defense Against the Dark Arts Class! I am Professor Mclagan and I am going to be your teacher for the remainder of the year. Now so you know, I am here anytime for questions you might have and from what I have heard, you are quite the wizard. Come along class, today we are going to be working on the qudditch field."

Professor Mclagan led the class out to the qudditch field and several brooms lay on the grass. "Now I know that you all should know how to fly since you all had lessons in your first year so today what I'm going to teach you is how to defend yourself if you are flying in the air and you are attacked. Now can you all say, Grimble Flareum?" The class repeated. "Very good. Now mount your brooms and I'll meet you in the sky."

The class all mounted there brooms and flew into the sky. They all looked at each other with fear but Harry was divided among them. He was so happy to be in the air. Harry started diving and then pulling himself up before reaching the ground. The cleansweep wasn't like flying Harry's Firebolt. Especially since Harry hadn't been on a broom for a while since Umbridge took to making sure Harry didn't have his broom at all times. But it was still a fun ride. "Harry, I know you might be a terrific seeker but now is not the time to be flying around. Now gather around class. Just a little bit longer, ah now here we go." The entire class looked down to see what was going on to find that a Ravenclaw class was on the floor ready with wands.

"Now I have asked Snape's potions class to help with today's lesson while bringing his class around. They are going to say a simple spell that is going to attack you and you are suppose to block the spell and then say Grimble Flareum. Once you say that, Fire will streak out of your wand and it will put your opponent into a fire which doesn't quite hurt them but keeps them still until you can fly away or land and duel with them. With Snape as my example, GRIMBLE FLAREUM."

Just as Professor Mclagan had said, a jet of fire spilled out of his wand and hit Snape. Snape was surrounded with a blue fire and as Mclagan said, it tickled Snape. Snape was shrieking in laughter and then Professor Mclagan said, "Flareum Reducible." The fire vanished from Snape and Mclagan landed on the ground to switch turns. "If you forget to say Flareum Reducible simply tell one of us or let them be tickled for 15 minutes."

With that, Professor Mclagan let the class start. Harry partnered with Ron since two Ravenclaw girls wanted to be together and so Ron landed and gave the broomstick to the girls. Harry then took out his wand and said, "GRIMBLE FLAREUM," and as the professor had said, the fire came out of his wand and tickled Ron. Ron was laughing so hard that he started to cry. Harry took glee in this and smiled. After about five minutes of giving Ron torture, he said, "Flareum Reducible." Ron came out of the fire and they laughed some more.

"Why did you wait before saying flareum reducible?" asked Ron.

"For mere torture," answered Harry.

The whole class seemed to have had a harder time getting the fire to work. It seemed they weren't good at aiming in the air as they were on solid ground. Snape and Mclagan had to keep counter cursing students from being attacked twice with the fire as students aimed the fire at another student instead of their own partner. All the students seemed to have great joy in this particular spell that when it was time for class to end, they all moaned and complained.

Harry, Ron, and Hermionie headed up to the Great Hall together for dinner. "So who did you partner up with Hermionie?" asked Ron.

"Oh I got stuck with Mandy Brocklehurst," Hermionie answered. "She is actually a great flyer."

"Oh that's nice," Ron replied.

They reached the Great Hall and they could smell all the delicious foods surrounding all the tables. Harry took a deep breath in and together the three of them took a seat at the table and stuffed their faces with warm food.