DISCLAIMER: I Don't Own Anything Of Harry Potter Or Any Related Materials....well, maybe a copy of the books...oh! and a bookmark...But thats it! I swear!

OH! I DO own...well..i can't tell you WHAT characters I own though...cuz I wouldnt wanna ruin anything...well....yea....soooooo! OH YEA! IM GONNA CHANGE THE NAME, AND THE SUMMARY CUZ I WAS IN A HURRY TO POST SOOOOO! BE AWARE! JUST LOOK FOR MY FAN FICTION NAME, OK? OH OH OH! I'M ALSO GONNA BE WRITING IN DIFFERENT POINT OF VIEWS OR P.O.V! KK? OK! NUFF SAID!

SOOOOOOOO! ON WITH THE STORY!

Chap.2 Distant Voice

Children were heading home as the hot summer day drew to a close. They had seized all manner of throwing rocks at oncoming cars, playing in the small lake, and playing on the playground to go home to their fine meals and families.

As a group of elementary children were heading home on their new bicycles, one child screamed, " Hey look! An owl! What is that?"

The other children looked up eagerly, hoping to spot a U.F.O or something out of the ordinary. For those who were, they got their wish.

" Hey! Its carrying a newspaper! Look!" a few laughed while others stood beside their bikes in awe, watching as it headed toward Number four Privet Drive, onto a dark haired, bespectacled boy's awaiting arm.

" Wow! I wish my owl could do that!" a boy with blond hair and blue eyes said. Another kid in the group, a girl, rolled her eyes and said, " You don't have an owl!"

" I know! But I wish I did!" he said still looking up at the boy in the window.

Harry watched the kids staring up at him and the owl who'd carried ' The Daily Prophet' newspaper. He wasn't sure if it was ok for them to witness that. He watched them leave while listening to them chat away about how they were going to beg their parents for one. He chuckled slightly, his green eyes twinkling as he watched them go until he heard his Aunt Petunia call him from downstairs.

" Yes, Aunt Petunia?" he asked while running down the stairs to meet his awaiting aunt in the kitchen.

" Did you write that blasted letter to your mad eyed lunatic of a friend?" Uncle Vernon asked looking at Harry with the expression of disgust and fear.

Harry grinned at the nick name Uncle Vernon had given Mad-eye Moody. Little did he know, that was his real name.

" No, I didn't. May I go back upstairs now?"

" What are you smiling about?" Aunt Petunia asked in a haughty manner.

" Nothing! I'm not smiling!" Harry said putting his hands up defensively.

" Like Hell you weren't! Now get me my dinner boy!" Uncle Vernon told him.

Then, as if electrified by invisible lightning, he sat upright, and muttered a 'Please' while glaring at him.

Harry inwardly grinned at this. Ever since they had returned home, the Dursleys' had been taking Mad-eye's threat seriously...if you can call it seriously.

Every time they would command them to do something, they would remember the threat, even if they didn't mention it, and mutter their manners.

After he had fetched Uncle Vernon's dinner, he headed back upstairs to finish Mad-eye's letter. Usually he would be writing to Sirius.......but...he was dead. Harry had accepted the fact that his wanted god-father was now gone, and was never coming back, no matter how much he wanted him to. He had had a lot of time thinking about it until the Weasleys' gave him something else to think about. They had invited him over to their home to stay for the rest of the summer, Mrs. Weasley saying it would be good for him to get away from the Dursleys'. He knew she wanted him to cheer up about Sirius's death but how could he if everything reminded him of Sirius? If he did visit the Weasleys', the magic would only be more of a reminder. His birthday was in a couple of weeks, the first without Sirius, well, he had had a number of birthdays without him, but that was before Harry knew Sirius existed. Now Sirius wasn't going to be here to clap him on the shoulder and jokingly congratulate him on another year closer to his death.

Harry sighed. Nothing is the same anymore, he thought. Why did it have to change? Why couldn't life just be normal? He picked up the Daily Prophet, took one look at the front cover and gasped.

There on the front cover was a picture of Voldemort, or a hooded man. Harry frantically read the article.

When he had finished reading, Harry just stood there looking blankly at the wall opposite him. His mind was still processing the information.

He....he...stole a weapon? He went back to the Ministry? He came back three weeks ago, stole a powerful weapon built to cause chaos, and.....THEY WERE JUST TELLING US NOW?! he screamed violently through his mind. He let out an angered sigh. They just told us now?! Voldemort had probably already killed millions of people, destroyed cities, homes, and the damn Ministry of Magic had just told them now? He had a half mind to destroy whatever his hands could reach but thought better of it. His guardians wouldn't be too happy about that. Speaking of which, Dumbledore probably wouldn't allow him to leave the Dursleys' since Voldemort had taken a powerful weapon to destroy everyone and everything. He cursed. But then, if this happened three weeks ago, wouldn't Dumbledore already know about this? If he had...why hasn't he said anything?

Harry tried to figure this out, but soon gave up. He sighed and took a look outside while stretching his tired muscles. It was dark and the streetlights were on. He looked at the clock on his bedside table which read 8:14. He had hadn't eaten yet because he had wanted to finish Mad-eye's letter but his appetite had been quashed from the fact that Voldemort had a weapon that could destroy them all. He muttered curses under his breath as he headed downstairs into the kitchen to get a snack. He opened the refrigerator and peered inside.

Hmmm......leftover dinner.....milk....juice....hmm....nothing, he muttered before closing the door. He walked to the pantry and found nothing, nothing in the cabinets. He sighed for the millionth time and looked out the kitchen window into the night. He felt some fresh air would do him good, so he went out the front door, across Uncle Vernon's perfect lawn, and headed to the playground. When he got there he sat down on one of the swings and swayed back and forth slowly while he thought about things. How was he going to get to the Weasley's? Was Dumbledore going to make him stay at the Dursleys'? If he had, wouldn't he have done so or alerted Harry already? He sighed again and got up from his seat. He was too tired to think anymore. He had to ask Mad-eye or someone when he got the chance.

Harry was about to cross the street when he heard a voice scream out frantically.

" Hello? Is someone there? Please! Someone help me! Please!" , he heard.

" Who's there?" he said to no one while turning around, as if expecting to see someone. This voice was definitely a girl's. But who she was, he didn't know, but he was going to find out. He took a couple steps behind him and listened hard.

" Please! He's going to kill me! Help me! Please!" he'd heard again. Her voice was eerie. It echoed throughout his mind. He took off running in the direction he was facing. He didn't know where he was going, only that he needed to get to this girl and help her.

" Where are you? I'm coming!" he cried while running past shops and stores. People moved out of the way for a crazy teen, not wanting to be barreled by him and they all gave him crazy looks. He paid no mind though, he needed to help this girl. He needed to find her quickly before she was killed or whatnot.

He heard her voice again, echo through his mind.

" I'm here! Please! Help me! I'm going to die! I-I need your help!" she cried.

" Don't worry! I'm coming! Don't worry!" he cried when he heard her sobbing. He still ran to who-knows-where, it was like his legs had a mind of their own. Harry was soon aware that the girl he'd heard had gasped and stayed quiet for a moment.

"Oh no..."she said in a hushed voice," He's coming! You've got to help, please! No!" she screamed.

Harry's heartbeat sped up even more than when he had started running.

" No! Stay away! Get away from me! NO!" she cried, her voice panicky.

It was then she screamed.

Harry stopped right then and there, straining his ears to see if he could hear the strange girl again. When he couldn't find any, he looked around him as he panted for air. He found himself in an unidentifiable area, trees surrounding him, flowers here and there.

Where am I...? he questioned himself. He laid down onto the soft, cool grass and instantly fell asleep.

When Harry finally awoke, he sat up and looked around since he couldn't see very well the night before. What had happened to that girl? He was sure that something had bad had happened to her. He felt guilty for a moment when he realized that her voice had been in his head. This confused him to no length. How-what-why-when-where....sigh All of this gets more confusing by the second! he thought. How was he going to figure all of this out when he didn't even know where he was? Another thing to add on his long list of unsolved mysteries.

(A/N) SOOOOOO! How was it? A lil boring I think but, HEY! Would you think that's a cliffhanger? I think it is a lil but...hmm....oh! and next chapter will be in other people's P.O.V! New people, original people, young people, old people, everyone! sooooo PLEASE R&R!