"But my lord, How did she get there so fast?" asked a shivering voice. "Wouldn't it have taken months for Dumbledore to clear her?"

"She's my daughter you idiot!" said another voice, "She has the power to do anything, even trick that old man."

"Do you think she'll find here sister when she gets to where she has to be?" asked the first voice

"Why must you ask such stupid questions?" demanded the second voice, growing irritated, "They will be going to the same school. What to you think?"

"What are you going to do about that? You know they are nothing a like. What if she… Complicates things?" The first voice asked shaking even more

"I will deal with that at its appropriate time. Now if you would Just..."

"What is it Sir? What do you...?"

"Silence. do you hear that?" Asked the second voice

"Yes, I do Sir. heavy breathing again. I believe someone is listening in on us again." Answered the First voice.

"Well, that person had better stop listening if they know what is good for them."

At that exact moment there was a flash of green light and Harry woke with a severe pain on his forehead. This was not the first time this has happened to him. Ever since the end of his third year at Hogwarts he had been having the same types of dreams and awaking with the same type of pain. The Occlemacy class that Professor Snape gave him the year before hadn't helped any. he was still able to see into the mind of the Man that murdered his parents.

You're Probably wondering why his forehead would hurt? Harry Potter is not an ordinary kid.

On his eleventh birthday, he found out that his parents, who he was told died in a car crash by his aunt and uncle, were really wizards. Harry found out that he too was a wizard. After finding out he attended a wizarding school called, Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. At his first year in that school he found out that when he was a year old a powerful wizard by the name of Voldemort, was terrorizing the wizarding world. He was responsible for the murder of thousands of wizards. Most importantly, he was responsible for the death of his parents, James and Lily Potter.

After killing his parents, Voldemort turned his wand on Harry and attempted to kill him, but his curse backfired and destroyed him almost to his death. The only thing that happened to Harry was that he was left with a scare on his forehead with the shape of a lightning bolt. Now every time Voldemort is near or he has a dream of him Harry's scare starts to burn.

"BOOM BOOM BOOM. WHAT IS ALL THAT RUCKUS FOR?"

"Sorry Uncle Vernon, had a bad dream" Answered Harry.

After his parents died, Harry was left to live with his Mothers sister and her husband. They had a son Harry's aged named Dudley and he was the most wretched and spoiled child on Earth. The Dursleys treated him terribly. for years he lived in a cupboard under the stairs until they Dursleys were frightened into giving Harry his own room. Once They found out Harry was not allowed to do magic outside of the school they treated him terrible once again, until last year when his Aunt received a Howler from the headmaster of The school Harry attends.

"Well next time keep it down. Don't want you waking up the whole neighborhood" Said Uncle Vernon very sternly.

"Yes uncle Vernon." Harry said rolling his eyes. He got up and crossed his room to where Hedwig, his owl, sat asleep in her cage, pulled out a piece of parchment and his quill, and began to write a letter to his Headmaster.

Dear Professor,

I had another dream. In this dream the mentioned something about a daughter. Do you know anything about it? By the time you get this I will be at Ron's house. I'm leaving tomorrow. Hedwig always knows where to find me. I am still worried about Voldemort being out there. Send and owl as soon as possible.

Harry Potter

"Hedwig, Common please girl, wake up. Send this for me. When Dumbledore sends you a reply, go to Ron's house because that's where I'll be."

Hedwig Flew out the window gradually, looking back at Harry's upstairs window on 4 Privet Drive.

Harry lay back down in his bed. He was scared to go back to sleep. Staring at the ceiling his eyes fell heavy and he was fast asleep.