Harry kept dancing, trying to ignore the pain in his scar that was growing by the minute. Finally, when the song ended, Harry hurried from the Great Hall. It was dark out and the cold night air danced across Harry's face. He could hear to music coming from the Great Hall. Harry started to stagger across the grounds. His scar was still burning. It was so bad! Harry dropped to his knees. He was pressing his fingers to his scar. The pain was slowly dimming. Harry heard slow, steady footsteps behind him. Harry rested his elbows on the ground, his fingers still pressed to his scar. The footsteps quickened slightly and someone bent down next to Harry. The person rested a hand on his back.

"Harry? Are you okay?" Lupin asked quietly. (He was DADA teacher in the beginning of the story). Harry groaned. The pain was dimming, but there was cold sweat running down his face. Lupin grabbed him under the arm and pulled Harry up. He saw Harry's clutching his scar.

"It's burning?" He asked shakily, looking around. Harry sighed.

"It was...the pain's going away." Harry croaked. Lupin stared at him nervously.

"I'm gonna go up to bed." Harry said. He turned and staggered back towards the castle. Lupin sighed as he watched Harry disappear.

Across the lake, a pair of red eyes flashed menacingly, before disappearing into the mists.

Harry passed the Great Hall. He forgot all about Lavendar. Harry climbed the steps to Gryffindor tower and muttered the password.

"Why aren't you at the ball?" The Fat Lady asked.

"BANSHEE HAG!" Harry snapped. The Fat Lady pursed her lips and swung forward. She obviously didn't need to be told the password a third time. Harry walked through the deserted common room and up to his dorm. There was no one there. Harry stripped down to his black boxers and laid on top of his bed, his hangings closed. He pondered the events of the evening and wondered if he should write Sirius. Then, he realised that Lupin would. Harry sighed. A couple of hours later, the dormitory door opened. He heard it click closed. Then, someone pulled back the hangings. It was Abby. Harry was about to say something to her when he heard voices. He grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the bed, hastily shutting the hangings. Abby blushed and smiled. She was sitting on Harry's lap. After a minute, the dormitory door opened. Harry heard the voices of his fellow dorm mates. Abby covered her mouth. Harry pressed his finger to her lips.

"Harry?" Ron called.

"Sleepin..." Harry said, making it seem like was half asleep.

"Okay, we'll leave you!" Dean laughed. The four boys started talking about their evening. Harry and Abby however, weren't listening. Abby ran her fingers through Harry's hair and flashed him a smile. Harry grinned and smiled back. Harry laid down and Abby curled up beside him, her head resting on his bare chest. Ron, Dean, Seamus and Neville talked well into the night. When Harry finally heard the snores of Neville, it was nearly one in the morning.

"You should go before someone sees you." Harry whispered. Abby nodded. She pressed her forehead to his.

"Are you okay?" She asked softly. Harry sighed.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He replied. Abby nodded. They shared one long, wonderful kiss before Abby hurried from the room. Harry sighed and plopped back onto his bed. He drifted off into a restless sleep.

DECEMBER 17th

Harry sighed as he sat in Charms class. Abby was sitting a few seats ahead of him. He was daydreaming about her... Harry smiled to himself.

"Do you find the Destructus Curse funny Mr Potter?" Professor Flitwick squeaked.

"Huh?" Harry asked, snapping out of his trance. Professor Flitwick shook his head and continued talking. After class, Harry hurried up to his dorm to change. There was a quidditch practice. Harry stripped down to his boxers and pulled out his quidditch stuff. Ron, Dean and Seamus came in. The too started to get changed. Harry pulled on all the gear he wore under his uniform, then pulled the scarlet jersey and shorts on. He then put on his gloves and things.

"See you guys down there!" He laughed. Harry grabbed his Firebolt and headed down to the pitch. The weather wasn't very good, but they had to practice in all conditions. Harry sighed when he reached the pitch. Snowflakes were beginning to fall. HALF WAY THROUGH THE QUIDDITCH PRACTICE

Harry was flying around in the swirling snow, but couldn't see anything. Those few flakes had turned into a blizzard. Harry couldn't hear anything but the sound of the wind rushing past his ears. He struggled to get his wand out of his pocket and placed it to his throat.

"SONORUS!" He yelled. Harry didn't even hear the spell. He spoke quietly so he wouldn't break anyone's ear drums.

"Hit the showers!" He called. This time, he heard it. He saw six scarlet blurs shoot towards the ground. Harry started to go down too, but something stopped him. Harry's scar started burning. He watched as the six scarlet blurs headed towards the castle. Harry's scar was burning horribly. He was laying on his broom now, clutching his scar. The snow started to come down even harder. Harry slipped from the broom and fell towards the ground. He landed with a dull 'thump' on top of the snow. His broom stick landed next to him...it had been pointing downwards. Harry was clutching his scar. It was burning horribly.

Abby was walking back towards the castle when she glanced back to see where Harry was. She watched, horrified, as a scarlet blue fell towards the ground. There was a poof of white powder as he hit the ground. Harry wasn't moving. Abby dropped her broom and ran towards him. She didn't see the pair of red eyes gleaming a hundred feet from the quidditch pitch...watching very closely.

Abby hurried to Harry's side.

"Harry! Harry are you okay?" She asked quickly. Harry scar felt like it was on fire. He opened his eyes and looked around. That's when he saw them. The eyes. Harry grabbed Abby's arm.

"Go! Go up to the castle!" Harry yelled. Abby stared at him.

"NOW! GO!" Harry roared. Voldemort was getting closer and Abby didn't have a chance. Harry grabbed his broom and shoved it into her hands.

"GO!" He yelled. Abby shook her head. Harry couldn't believe this! She was being so stupid! No, she wasn't abandoning him.

"Abby, I mean it, go!" Harry pleaded. It was too late though. A hand wrapped itself firmly around Harry's neck. and lifted him off the ground.

"NO!" Abby shrieked. She watched in horror as Harry pried at the fingers around his neck, gasping for breath. Voldemort squeezed tighter. Harry was turning an odd blue color.

"Good - bye - Potter!" Voldemort hissed. Abby grabbed her wand.

"NO!" She screamed. Abby waved her wand and roared an incantation. A large, deep gash appeared across Voldemort's cheek.

"You stupid girl!" He spat. Voldemort grabbed his own wand, never releasing Harry. He pointed it at Abby.

"No!" Harry choked. He brought his fist around with the little energy he had left, and made contact with Voldemort's snake like face. There was a small explosion out of the end of the wand and Abby flew backwards, landing in a pile of snow. Voldemort's grip around Harry's throat became tighter. Harry felt the life being squeezed out of him. His arms were going numb, along with his legs. Harry was beginning to feel very light, like he was flying. Then, something very unexpected happened...SMACK! Something hit Voldemort in the side of the head. Harry fell to the ground. Before he passed out, he saw two things. A figure, crawling into the forest and Hagrid, standing there with his shovel in hand. Soon, everthing went black..