(A/N: Only three more chapters left)

Chapter 60: My Fight

"I think the time is coming," Harry whispered to Hermione and Ron one evening.

"For what?" Ron wondered.

"My fight,"

"You mean…" Hermione trailed off. Harry nodded. The three fell silent and just stared at one another in amazement.

"Well…I'm going to bed. I'm tired," Harry commented as he stood up and climbed the stairs to the Boys Dorm.

In Harry's dream he was lying flat on his back. He could hear muffled screaming. He couldn't move, he could only stare up at the star filled sky. Someone was screaming his name…several people were screaming his name. He could feel his eyes closing and the screaming getting farther away. Suddenly his eyes opened and he looked to his side to see someone falling right beside him…

"Come to me Harry," a voice hissed as Harry sat upright in bed. His head felt like it was trying to tear itself in two. He climbed out of bed, being careful not to wake anyone else up. He ventured downstairs. The common room was dark and quiet.

"Sirius!" a voice yelled. Sirius's head snapped up. He had fallen asleep in a chair downstairs with Faith on his lap. Her head rested on his shoulder and her eyes had flooded open when she heard the loud yell. He stared at the fire that was supposed to be kept constantly burning. Harry's face glittered in the fire.

"Harry!" Faith exclaimed looking surprised.

"Voldemort's calling me to fight," Harry explained. "He told me to come…he even said where-Whats that?"

Sirius and Faith noticed at what Harry was referring to. There was a light green light that was appearing on the walls. Faith dared to look at her arm. The Dark Mark was glowing and sending a stream of blood down her arm.

"Harry get here now!" Sirius barked as Faith jumped off of his lap and began wrapping up her arm. "I'll go get James," he added as he thundered up the stairs. Faith nodded as she went to the fire to call the Order together.

"James!" Sirius called throwing himself into James's room. James sat on the edge of his bed tying up his shoes.

"I know," he murmured softly as he stood up.

"Do we let him go? Fight Voldemort? Is he ready?" Remus questioned as the Order collected back at Grimmuald Place.

"How do we tell?" a young witch asked. There was silence. Sirius was pacing the room he stopped for a minute and commented, "We can't. Only Harry knows when he's ready," Mrs. Weasley, Sarah and Faith sat looking very grim. They didn't utter a word. Remus and Sirius looked tired and worried while James sat looking rather pale.

"What do we do?" Sarah asked timidly.

"Let him fight of course. This is our only chance to destroy you-know-who isn't it?" an elderly man asked. The group went silent. What should they do?

Harry left the room where his friends were. Hermione and Ron were bickering on whether or not to use the Extendeable Ears to listen in on the Order meeting. Harry grabbed his wand and thought of the place where Voldemort had told him to go…and then he was gone.
"Lets find out what Harry wants to do," Remus offered as he left the Order to go find Harry. He came back several minutes later and said grimly, "He's gone,"

(A/N: In your opinion is the funniest moment out of both Marauders Misery?