Yays! I got enough reviews to make me happy! You guys are the best! Later on, when I have time, I'll thank you within the chapter. Right now I am having wrists problems from swimming, but I should have a new chapter ALMOST every week. Anyways, here's the disclaimer!

Disclaimer: I own none of the rights to Harry Potter, except for the dreams I have in my head that allow me to create these chapters, and of course, a Boggart that may or may not come up in LATER chapters.

This chapter is dedicated to Gabby and the boy who sits to Sarah and never talks. Gabby because she despises Harry Potter (Doesn't that make you want to torture her?) And that boy because there was a boy in my dream that didn't talk until I said something wrong and he RUDELY corrected me. Maybe you should do something similar, eh Sarah?

"My lord, what is it you are thinking?" Said a random Death Eater.

"I am thinking of how great my plan is and how this time Potter cannot avoid doing exactly what I want him to do." Said a delightful voiced Lord Voldemort.

"Avoid what, my lord?" The Death Eater dared to ask.

"Falling in love." Voldemort laughed evilly and said, "Is Bellatrix ready with the potion yet?"

"I believe so, my lord."

"Good. Tell her to prepare to move to the area you have designated where those blood traitors the Weasleys live at in no less than an hour."

"Yes, my lord." The Death Eater kissed the hem of Voldemort's robes and rose to leave.

Voldemort quickly pulled out his wand and said, "Crucio!"

The Death Eater panted for a moment and painfully looked at his Master.

"That was for questioning my ideas. Now go."

The Death Eater apparated quickly, leaving a very satisfied Dark Lord behind, who said,

"Potter, are you watching me? If you are, listen to this. I am going to get back at you in a way you would never imagine. I will get you at Hogwarts…"

Harry woke up quickly and rubbed his scar. Ever since Voldemort had invaded his body in the Department of Mysteries, he'd been able to watch and listen to more and more of Voldemort's plan to get and destroy him, and this new one particularly bothered him the most. He stretched a bit and saw that it was 11:55pm, 5 minutes before he would turn 16. Harry walked towards his window and opened it, knowing that soon owls would come in to give him presents or Hogwarts letters. He stifled a yawn and sat at his desk, grabbed a quill and parchment, and began to try to figure out what Voldemort meant by him falling in love and how he'd break into Hogwarts.

The next ten minutes were spent with Harry writing things like,

"Use a disguise like with Moody and have the new DADA teacher try to kill me again…"

Or maybe things like,

"Use Cho or some other girl I know to go against me or have me love them…"

At this part, Harry laughed and wondered why in Merlin's beard he ever liked her. 'It was because she looked pretty and used to be good at Quidditch.' His mind said.

"Oh, yes, that's why. It could have worked for a while, if she hadn't wanted to talk about her problems and stuff about Cedric and stuff. Great, now I sound like a girl."

'It's your fault you don't really talk or answer your friends' letters anymore." His mind said. 'You should get a girlfriend or at least another friend that's a girl and NOT Hermione, however smart she is. She'd probably just analyze all your problems and eventually give you a 10 pg. report on things like "Reasons WhyYyou're Depressed" and "Happiness Today, Gone Tomorrow: Why you need friends" or something like that.

silence and crickets chirping

'Hello? Anyone there?'

"You're right, but I'm not saying about what. Goodbye!"

'Wait! You should pick Gi-'Click!

Harry turned his attention toward the window as 5 owls came in, one of them his own and one very eerie looking one that was clearly the largest of the bunch.

They all sat on his bed post, waiting for him to take off the parcels they had on their legs. He went to Hedwig first, and saw that Ron wrote a letter wishing him a happy birthday and that he would receive his present that he and Hermione got for him when he arrived at the Burrow soon. The other two owls were from Hermione and Hagrid, saying the same and wishing his well being.

Clearly confused as to what everyone was going at, he approached the eerie looking one, which did look quite pretty with shiny black feathers, green eyes, and a small white zigzag patch on its front. If Harry didn't know better, this owl was just like him. He picked up the letter and the corners of his mouth twitched upwards slightly. It was from Ginny. He read the letter, which said:

Dear Harry,

Happy Birthday! I hope my owl got to you alright. (I forgot to mention. Fred and George have been so mean to me lately, that I threatened them that in the future I would mix my Bat-Bogey Hex with the Furnuculus Curse if they didn't stop pestering me, and it worked! They gave me money to buy an owl, and this one is what I picked. His name is (Insert NAME HERE! ). His name means…well. You'll know sometime when you're here with me and the others…) Anyways, I'm sorry if that letter I wrote to your aunt-

Harry slightly huffed here.

-Was unexpected, but something compelled me to write it, and well, I just feel that you should know that it's okay by me if you ignore me completely now or something. But seriously, you need to stop blaming yourself and take some action! Do something that would make Sirius proud of you. Like plan some pranks on people or something? Not on me, mind you! Well, I better get going and send this letter off before Ron finds out that I've got a better and LARGER owl than he does. Hope to see you soon!

Love,

Ginny

P.S.

Hope you like your present!

Harry looked up and suddenly realized that a very large parcel was tied to the owl's back. He gently removed it and slowly began to open it. What it contained made Harry cry and he started shaking from trying not to laugh. It was one of the most heartfelt things Harry had ever received, it was……

Bwhahahahaha! Now I know why authors like cliffies! It's so they can infuriate people so that they will be compelled to read more of the story! Sorry, but what's done is done. And thanks to my beta-reader, Alayne Cira.