Harry James Potter reached a wet hand to receive his glasses, once again awoken by Hermione's screeching.

"HARRY POTTER! IF YOU DON'T GET UP THIS INSTANT, THEN YOU'LL GET MORE THAN WATER POURED ON YOUR HEAD."

"Alright, alright I'm up." He muttered.

Harry Potter got his 16-year-old body out of his bed tiredly and stretched his arms and legs. After a 6 second yawn, he blinked a few times and scratched his scar.

Hermione glared angrily at Harry as he slowly got out of bed. Her gaze followed his hand as he scratched his scar. Her eyes widened slightly and she wore a worried expression on her face. "You ok? Does your scar hurt?"

"Yeah, it kind of tingles. But I'm alright." He said grinning at his best friend.

Her concerned face softened, and soon she too was smiling. "Ok." She smiled bigger. "Well, just hurry and get dressed. Sorry I had to get you wet." Hermione pulled out her wand and waved it. In an instant, Harry no longer felt cold and wet.

"Thanks." He said as Hermione walked out. She waved her hand over her shoulder saying, 'You're welcome', as she closed his door.

Harry quickly changed into a pair of baggy blue jeans and a loose red shirt.

Looking in his closest, under his bed, on top of his dressers, in the bathroom, Harry found all his books and quickly stuffed them in his bag as he ran out too meet his friends, hoping he could make it in time for a spot of breakfast.

While he was running, Harry noticed a strange door he had never seen before. He stopped in his tracks and looked at it. Living in the magical world for 6 years, he knew better than to open strange doors, especially in Hogwarts. But something inside him was pushing him to at least open the door. Harry's hand forcefully rose slowly as he extended his arm to grasp the old golden doorknob with strange engravings in some ancient language. Harry fought to put his arm down back down, but his curiosity had won his internal mind battle with his conscious. His impatient hand was circled around the knob; all he had to do was grasp it. But he was hesitant. Harry's fingertips were itching to grab the doorknob and fling open the black, dusty door. But suddenly, Harry paused.

'What am I thinking?! Have I gone crazy? But this door! I've never seen it. Wait; is this some kind of trap? What if Malfoy is just setting me up? No, he couldn't have, I can tell. But someone did! And I need to know! Now! AUGH! It's so tempting! Ok, I'm going to open it! 1...2...3.' Harry said in his mind. At that moment, Harry grasped the round knob with all his might and twisted it open.

Suddenly, a wisp of dust emerged from the room. By the foul smelling odor, Harry could tell that the room hadn't been opened for more than 100 years. Harry took 3 steps forward in the room. Every direction Harry turned his curious head; all he saw was pitch black. He could barely see 10 feet ahead of him. Suddenly, the door behind him slammed shut. Harry gasped and reached for his wand safely inside his pockets. But, the 11-inch holly and phoenix feather wand was gone! He became worried and scared when he didn't find it. Harry quickly kneeled down on the floor and emptied out his pockets. All that was in there were some Potions notes he stole from Hermione.

"Damn!" He yelled out loud. Where was it? He was nothing without his wand.

Suddenly, a light was visible. It was seen down in a distance of about 100 feet, and was slowly reaching Harry. Harry watched the white light as it emerged toward him. He sat very still until it passed over him, causing Harry to close his eyes for a couple of minutes.

Harry heard a throat clear behind him. He quickly turned around. Harry's mouth fell open and his eyes widened.

"Hello Harry Potter. I believe you're looking for this."

Ok. I left y'all with a cliffy! Please READ AND REVIEW!!! Tell me your guesses of whom the man is that Harry sees in the strange room. Ok, mah sister is having writers block. I must help her! Haha j/k. Oh yeah, read her stories! She is called vache. They're really good! But I hope you all like the 1st chapter.