Disclaimer: I despise you, J.K. Rowling!

Wow, Chapter three is FINALLY up, sorry that I skipped yesterday, but thanks to all of my faithful reviewers, especially ArcherofDarkness, my very first reviewer!


CHAPTER 3

It was dark, too dark. Harry wasn't in his room, he was in a dungeon. It was cold. Harry shivered.

"Join me, and we will be all powerful!" a voice exclaimed. It was very familiar. Startled, Harry turned around; a wand was lit up in the face of a teenage girl about his age. Although he couldn't see her face very clearly, he could make out eyes.

"Never, you cannot threaten me, I have nothing to lose anymore" She answered.

"What about Harry?"

"What about Harry?"

"I can kill him"

"You cannot kill Harry, not yet, not until the prophecy is granted"

"It says that one will kill another, who do you think that that one will be?"

"Harry"

"You put too much faith in your peers, Pyro. Join me"

"Since when are we back on that topic?"

"Since when did we leave?"

"You confuse me, Lord, I am still deciding, but if you threaten me again, I will make my decision, and you won't like it."

"Until then"

"Until then"

There was a loud crack as the girl dissapparated(sp?), leaving Voldemort standing alone in the darkness. I have to get out of here before he notices me Harry thought. Too late.

"Goodbye, Harry." CRACK

"WHAT?!" Harry yelled, how did he know that I was here? He stepped forward, into the darkness, and……..fell?! He kept falling, until….

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!" Harry screamed, shooting up from his bed. It was just a dream!

Harry hadn't had one of his Voldemort dreams all summer, he had to write to Dumbledore. He looked at his alarm clock, it was 2:00 in the morning, and he had already sent Hedwig to Ron's .

I guess that I'll do it when I get to Ron's house He sighed. Hey! I've been 16 for an hour! He thought, Ha, I can learn to apparate(sp?)!

There was a loud crack.

"Hey, Harry" Hermione said, " I've been checking up on you for the last hour, so that I could wish you a happy birthday, in person!"

"Oh, thanks, I guess." Said Harry, "Listen, Hermione, I had this weird dream…"

"I know, you were tossing and turning"

"Yeah, well anyway, hey! Since when can you apparate(sp?)?!"

"Oh yeah, I got my license yesterday"

"Then can I…."

"No, Harry" she interrupted, "Professor Dumbledore says that you should wait, he's gonna talk to you tomorrow."

Harry sighed, "Ok"

"Lets go!"

"Go where?"

"To the burrow, of course! Is your fireplace still boarded up?" she asked, pulling a small pouch out from under her cloak.

Harry caught a glance of her figure. She had changed a lot since their first year, she was no longer the buck-toothed, bushy-haired Hermione. Although she still had bushy hair, it was now longer and more tamed. She was, needless to say, hot! Harry laughed.

"What?!" Hermione asked.

"Nothing, it's just that, what did you say to Ron?"

"About what?"

"Well, you know!"

"Oh, well you see, I haven't really given him an answer yet, I wanted to ask you first."

"Ask me what?"

"If it was ok with you, you know, like us going out…"

"Why wouldn't I be ok with it?"

"It's just, oh, never mind, lets go."

They snuck downstairs into Harry's living room. The Dursleys had kept the fireplace unboarded just incase, well, another incident happened. Hermione threw the flu powder into the fire, yelled "THE BURROW" and stepped inside. There was a large poof, and she was gone. Looking back, Harry bid a silent goodbye and stepped into the fire. He was leaving. At last.


I know, short, but, as Mrs. Adams(my Latin teacher) always says 'Rome wasn't built in a day, you know!'

Sorry that I changed the rating, but the words 'Hell' and 'Hot' kind of struck me as at lease PG

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