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A/N: I'm sorry that I didn't get this up sooner, I really meant to. From now on updates will appear a day earlier on my website. The URL is . I hope you enjoy this chapter!

A/N(2): Okay, I've read OotP, and I've decided to let you decide if I continue with a fifth year sequel.

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~ "Harry, whose was it?" Sirius asked sternly.

Harry muttered something inaudibly while still looking down.

"What?" Sirius asked.

"Mine," Harry said a little louder. ~

"Like I said before, it was just a dream," Harry hastily said afterwards.

"I have reason to believe otherwise," Sirius replied. "I couldn't bear it if anything happened to you. Now I want you to tell me anything else you can remember from the dream so we can relate all that you tell us to Dumbledore."

"I don't think that Professor Dumbledore— " Harry started to say but Remus cut him off.

"But we do, Harry. Now what else do you remember?"

Harry tried to remember anything else from the dream. "Voldemort said something about a faithful servant returning and not wanting to begin the plan until after the Quidditch World Cup. He also said that all they needed was one more death and their path to me would be clear. He said that he got information that was essential to his plan from Bertha. It's all rather unclear now."

"You said that you remembered a green light? Did it come from Wormtail?" Remus asked.

"No, it came from Voldemort," Harry answered.

"So he had a body? What did he look like?" Sirius asked urgently.

"He must have had a body to hold a wand. I can't remember what he looked like. All I know is that he was hideous," Harry said.

Remus sighed. "The fact that he has a body means that he is gaining strength. I'll go write Dumbledore," he said as he left the room.

Sirius looked at Harry. "Harry, I know you want to go to the World Cup, but maybe— "

"Sirius," Harry interrupted. "Voldemort won't do anything at the World Cup."

"But still…" he stopped when he looked at Harry. "Don't give me that look." He sighed. "Alright, we'll still go."

"You shouldn't worry so much. It's bad for your health," Harry commented.

"If you want me to stop worrying, stop giving me reasons," Sirius said.

"I've got to keep you on your toes somehow," Harry replied with a smile. Suddenly, there was a tapping noise at the window. A tiny owl was flapping its wings excitedly and hitting the window enthusiastically with its beak.

"Looks like a letter from Ron," Sirius commented as Harry opened the window to allow the bird in. Finally, after several minutes of chasing the owl down and wrestling the letter from him, he was able to read what Ron wrote.

Harry — WE GOT TICKETS! I can't wait! Mum says that you should stay with us tomorrow night and take the Portkey with us. Ask Sirius and see if you can. Hermione'll be here too. Owl me back with your reply.

– Ron

"Mrs. Weasley wants me to stay with them tomorrow and catch the Portkey with them," Harry said.

"That would be good. That way, me and Remus can Apparate and meet you there," Sirius stated. "Owl them back telling them that you'll arrive there tomorrow by Floo." He laughed as Harry scrunched his nose up in disgust. "Unless of course you'd rather take the Knight Bus," he said slyly.

"Floo it is!" Harry said.

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Albus Dumbledore read the letter in his hand with a trouble face. He always knew that Voldemort would grow stronger, and if what was in this letter was accurate, which it undoubtedly was, he had and was plotting to regain his full strength. 'But how? And who is this faithful servant?' There were so many questions, all with no answers. But it was clear that Harry Potter was in danger, even more than usual. 'It's a good thing we decided to set an age restriction. It would only be an added hazard if Harry were to enter.'