The Awakening is here, the end has come, but Harry show no fear, for you are the one. Harry listen, follow your heart today, listen to nothing else. You are the one who will choose, no one can do that for you. Deep inside your heart you'll be able to discover who fights for light and who fights for darkness. You are strong Harry you can do it.

A worried air replaced the gloomy one that normally hung around at the end of the summer holidays. Hermione Harry and Ron sat in Ron's kitchen, everyone else too caught up in preparing for school to start up again, that they paid little notice to Harry his eyes blank and distant. Only Ron and Hermione seemed to notice him, both watching him, their eyes never once leaving him to glance at their surroundings. Harry did not notice this though his mind caught up in the strange words he had heard in his dream that night. Awakening? Harry thought, the soft pitter patter of the rain almost putting him to sleep once again. He had heard no more of Ethne since the match but somehow he felt that he might find her sooner then he'd like. It was obvious that Mr. Weasley knew nothing of the strange creature he had seen at the match, nor of the strange voice guiding him. Harry sighed his emerald eyes, partially hidden beneath his glasses, watched the silvery drops of rain fall past and vanish into the shadows. It was unusually dark outside even though it was raining it never got this dark. Harry stood up as the others filed out into the overly crowded Muggle taxies. But something was very wrong, when Fred's fireworks went off, he had planned them to go off at just the right time scarring the muggle cab driver to death, instead of acting startled as he should have done, Crookshanks just looked at the fireworks, his almond shaped eyes gleaming with a strange forbidding stare. He remained calm for the entire cab ride; even Pig who was normally acting over excited seemed to be the same way. Hedwig as well, all the animals seemed to be acting the same way, as if they knew something bad was coming but knew there was no way to avoid it. Crookshanks refused to leave Harry's lap, and Pig leaned against the bars of the cage trying his best to reach him. Harry thought little of this at first but then, when Hermione tried to move Crookshanks and the cat scratched her and settled on his lap without ever accidentally clawing him, he felt something was wrong. The cab came to a halt; the rain pouring down now with such ferocity even the small walk into the station seemed forbidding. Harry gathered his stuff and pushed a very angry Crookshanks off his lap. He stepped out into the pouring rain and for a moment just stood there looking around him at the dark surroundings.

Trust your heart.

A simple order, nothing more, nothing less. But Harry stood frozen to the spot, the words ringing through his ears. Trust your heart, that was the command and that was what he was going to do. Harry looked off into the distance; he could vaguely hear Ron and Hermione calling him. But he paid them no mind. Harry could see surprisingly well in the pouring rain, and spotted a grassy hill not too far off. For some reason he felt like he should be there. There was a loud crash behind him grabbing his attention if only briefly. He saw Pig had broken out of his cage and Hedwig was on the way to doing the same thing. Muggles stared at Ron as he tried desperately to catch his owl which seemed determined to remain free to do as it wanted. Harry knelt down, and without thinking released Hedwig from her own containment. He felt his wand, which had been located and handed to him by Amos Diggory, in his pocket his hands closing around the wood. It felt oddly warm under his touch. The time was now, Harry knew he could wait no longer; he had to fulfill the voice's prophecy. He was going to have to embrace the impossible and shy away from common sense. Something big was going to happen, and Harry knew it. He took off running through the rain across busy traffic and miraculously came out unharmed on the other side. He looked around him, above his head Pig and Hedwig were fluttering nervously, and at his feet Crookshanks stood poised and prepared. His fur drenched from the downpour, his squashed face showed an expression of strange anger and fear. Harry knew the animals were following him, though he wasn't exactly sure why. He looked back down seeing Ron and Hermione trying to follow him. He began running again his robed weighed down with rain water. His shoes squelching as he ran. He almost slipped a few timed, the grass slick with little friction between it and his soggy sneakers. It was getting harder and hared to see, the rain pouring so furiously that it seemed like a sheet of water falling endless from the sky. It also seemed to get darker as he went on, Harry assumed it was from the fact that he was running away from the lights of the city. But he couldn't seem to shake the feeling that there may be another reason behind it. He felt his wand inside his pocket, or more accurately he felt it's warmth, it had not been very smart to run out in the freezing cold rain with nothing more then his cloths and school robes to protect him, but he had to trust his heart. So he continued running blindly up the hill. An icy wind began to blow causing Harry to shiver so violently that he stopped running, but only for a bit. The wind began to gain strength trying to push him back. It was hard to run, more and more frequently Harry had to stop because he was shaking too hard to run. Finally he spotted the top of the hill, boy the hill seemed a lot higher up now then it had before. "Harry!" he heard his name, at first he thought it was his imagination, but it was too clear to have only been in his head. "Harry over here!" the voice called again. It had been a boy's voice, so Harry of course figured it to be Ron, looking around him furiously for his friends fire red hair in the jet black of his surroundings. "No, not there! Down here!" Crookshanks let out a low hiss that drew Harry's attention to his feet. There was another cat like creature standing in front of him. Its fur was dark black, but not the same kind of black he had seen on the clawed creature back at the Quiddich match. This creature had clear sky blue eyes which was very odd for a cat. But the creature then spotted Harry looking at it. "I knew you'd come Harry," it said, or at least its mouth moved and the boy's voice came out. Harry should have become used to things talking to him, but he had never quite grasped the fact that the cat could actually speak to him in perfect English.

"What…..who….?" Harry asked sounding very dumb and awkward. The cat like creature seemed to smile slightly, or it may have been the rain. Its tail swished back and forth in a mild agitation. It obviously did not appreciate Harry's mindless stammering.

"I'm Fijori," the cat said hissing at Crookshanks who had been eyeing him suspiciously for the past five minuets. Harry blinked in surprise as Crookshanks seemed to immediately warm up to the creature. The owls as well seemed to surround the strange thing at first as if protecting Harry but now they seemed to be welcoming the creature.

"What's going on around here?" Harry asked. This question had been bothering him for a while and now he finally found someone or something that could answer him. Though he never expected he'd be asking the most important question to a cat.

"It doesn't matter right now," Fijori said glancing over his shoulder then looking back on Harry. His blue eyes seemed so focused and full of worry. "There isn't time to explain right now, but ask me again later, I'll tell you then."

"Doesn't matter? I think it's pretty important." Harry said defensively. He shook even more violently as the wind gave out an icy blast striking him head on. Fijori looked at him worriedly for a moment then Harry saw the cat's tail twitch in agitation.

"You are freezing no doubt." the cat said almost mockingly. Harry looked at it and then noticed that Fijori was perfectly dry. Crookshanks walked to Fijori's side looking rather anxiously at the…. Harry assumed it was a type of cat or something. Fijori's head turned sharply to look behind him. "The time has come, follow me Harry I can help you."

"W…What's h…h…happ…happening?" Harry asked stuttering from the cold. He was shivering constantly and harder then ever before. "And H…H…H…How do I K…kn…know I can t…trust you?" Harry asked.

"Harry…" Fijori muttered worriedly. Harry stood there waiting for whatever reply came next, but no amount of time could prepare him for Fijori's next words. The cat turned around and looked Harry directly in the eyes. "Trust your heart." the cat replied. Harry stood there stunned.

"Y…you?" he asked now shaking from a mix of cold and shock. Had this cat been the voice that had been telling him what to do? It didn't seem like the same voice but Harry knew that anything was possible. Fijori shook his head.

"No, not me." he said but seemed proud that Harry had asked. "I work for him though." Harry nodded dumbly he had absolutely no idea what the cat creature was talking about, but he felt like he didn't have to know. Fijori's tail was now held high over him moving about in a worried fashion. "Well Harry, what do you say?" Fijori asked. Harry could see the cat was dreading his answer and at the same time looking forward to it. "Are you with me?"

"I…" Harry said. He concentrated his heart. Or at least that is what he assumed he was doing; he wished his guide was there to help him. But it was all his decision. 'Go' he heard his mind telling him. "Let's hurry and get out of here." Harry said with a quick nod. Fijori seemed to lighten up at this answer.

"Good choice Harry!" Fijori commented. "Now follow me." Harry followed the creature through the strangely deserted streets. He didn't want to look around him so he looked up into the infinite black sky. For a while he could see nothing, but then he realized there was nothing he could see, there was nothing to be seen. The sky just stopped.

"What's happening!?" Harry cried horrified. The ground beneath him began to shake. Hedwig, Crookshanks, and the others seemed to be getting extremely uneasy fluttering and pacing around and around him. The ground continued to shake more and more violently as time continued to go on.

"Their here…" Fijori muttered. Quickly he jumped in front of Harry, fur standing on end. His nose pointed to the west. Harry followed his new guide's gaze. There in the distance appeared to be a tidal wave or something. As it drew nearer Harry realized that it was nor ordinary tidal wave, not that it was ordinary to see a tidal wave anyway, but it was made completely of shadow. The yellow eyes of thousands of those creatures stared at him from the wave's depths. Harry looked down at Fijori a change was taking place. His black fur had become silver like moonlight he seemed to be composed of fire; he was glowing and pulsing with white energy. "Hold on Harry!" Fijori called, though Harry could hardly hear him over the roar of the oncoming wave. He closed his eyes, through his lids he could see a flash of blinding light and then there was nothing.

Well the next chappy is up, sorry it toomk so long I was on vacation, litterally! Tell me what you think!