Yo! Thanks for the reviews…I'm smiling now, and ya know what? FF.NET doesn't allow the underscore and the thingy that points up. Anyways, on with chapter 3.

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The trip to the park was…odd. Kokoro kept on disappearing, leaving the others confused. Once in a while, they'd get lost, and had Kokoro come out and help them. Well, Eriol for the first time in his life, was truly mad.

"WHERE DID YOU GO?" he was practically shouting at his twin while shaking her. "DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES WE GOT LOST?" Kokoro just smiled at him, ticking him even more. "DON'T SMILE AT ME YOUNG LADY!"

"Have you ever seen Eriol-kun like this before?" Sakura asked Syaoran, who was gawking at the reincarnation of Clow Reed.

"The question is: Is that even Hiiragizawa?" Syaoran restated the question, still gawking at Eriol.

"Are they always like this?" Harry asked.

"We just met Kokoro today," Tomoyo said, looking at an angry Eriol, "so we don't know. Eriol-kun…"

"DO YOU KNOW THAT I WAS WORRIED?" Eriol continued yelling at his twin.

"You're making a scene Onii-chan," Kokoro muttered, backing away from her twin. "If you get mad again, [nobody will shinjiru (believe) that you're the rinne no Clow Reed (reincarnation of Clow Reed).] Plus, you're totally not yourself." She inspected the now ruffled up Eriol, trying to straighten his clothes. "If you are done, we are nearly there." She began walking away.

Well, as you can see, Eriol got mad for the first time. Why? He was so concerned for his twin. Why? How should I know? They're brothers and sisters, ne? So, shouldn't they care for each other? I thought so. On with the story. When they were almost three feet to the park, they met up with a thief.

"Hand over the money and girls now!" the thief said, holding up a banana. (O.O) "Hand them over or you'll die!"

"By a banana that's half eaten?" Syaoran asked.

"Wait," the thief said, "wrong one. This was my lunch. Hold on." He was struggling to keep his lunch and getting the real gun out of his pocket. "GAH! MY LUNCH!" The banana had fallen to the ground. (From now until this part is over, the thief will be called…TIM!)

"If you're a thief," Kokoro said, "be a decent one." He was struggling under her hold. "Move again, and you'll die." Well, of course, Kokoro wouldn't dare to kill Tim. "Onii-chan, please call the police." Eriol nodded and walked away, but to slip on the banana. He fell flat on his face in a pile of mud. (I feel really weird today.)

After Eriol got back up to his feet, he called the police. Well, poor Tim, is put in jail for a matter of time. Who knows what he'll use as his next weapon. Maybe a pineapple, orange, watermelon, or grapes. Who knows? Anyways, let's get back to our gang.

They were sitting on a bench, quiet, until Harry spoke up. "What school did you guys transfer from?"

"Ano…" Sakura said, not quite sure of what to tell him. "Well, I went to—"

"They went to Clow Academy," Eriol said, "and I went to Kaze Institute with Kokoro." Harry just nodded, along with Hermione and Ron.

"I'll be right back," Kokoro muttered and ran to the forest. She disappeared in an instance.

"What's with her?" Ron asked, finishing his vanilla ice cream. Eriol just shrugged.

Somewhere in Britain

The room was filled with the smell of blood. Dead corpses lay on the floor, in every direction, ready to be eaten. Skeletons were hung up on the wall for displays. A pudgy man was bowed before a chair.

"What is it Wormtail?" a dark, but shrill voice asked.

"I-I have found something, Master," Wormtail, a pudgy man, said, bowing even lower, hitting his head on the floor.

"What?" Voldemort said. The most feared wizard sat in his chair, holding a snake like dagger, cutting off a hand of baby. (Yes, gruesome. Why I put it there? Right now, I'm feeling really depress. Sorry to those who don't like this part. bows) He licked the blood from the hand and toss it on the floor. The poor baby was crying his head off, but either the Dark Lord nor Wormtail pay any heed to it.

"I-I just f-found out about a b-book that c-can help you g-get stronger," Wormtail stuttered.

"A book? How pathetic is that?"

"Not any book, Master. But a book that can help raise your power, and make you a sorcerer."

"Tell me," the Dark Lord said, sawing the head off. Crimson blood splattered all over his black, torn robe as a painful cry of the baby filled the room.

"This book is called Clow," Wormtail said, "and it contains cards."

"Cards?" the Dark Lord asked in amusement. He stopped with what he's doing, and looked at his servant. "Tell me about it." Well, you should know about the Cards, so I'm skipping that part.

Back to our gang

"AH!" Harry screamed in pain. His hand shot to his forehead, clenching his scar. Kokoro came back in time to see the problem.

"We should go now," Kokoro muttered as she helped Harry to his feet. "We don't want any suspicions from people." Quickly, but carefully, Kokoro helped Harry back to Number 12 Grimmauld Place. When she opened the door, Mrs. Weasley rushed to Harry's side.

"How is he?" asked Mrs. Weasley, placing him on the coach in the dining room.

"I don't know," Kokoro said. "Eriol, what happened?" Eriol just shrugged. "Sakura?" Sakura shook her head. "Li?" Syaoran just stared at Harry. "Tomoyo?" Tomoyo looked scared to answer the question. "Hermione?" Hermione shook her head. "Ron?" Ron looked spaced out. "Where's Professor Dumbledore?"

"He's coming," Mrs. Weasley said as she placed a damp cloth on Harry's forehead. "Let's just hope he makes in time." Kokoro sat at the dining table, along with the others.

=5 minutes later=

Dumbledore along with the other Order members were at Harry's side, nursing him back to health. For the past four minutes, Harry was on a fever strike. (Fever strike…) It stayed like for the rest of the day. Harry would get better, then get the cold, then get the fever, and then get the flu. Who knows what happened. Maybe the pain was too much for him this time.

=5 days later= (I need to skip some parts, for I don't know what to do.)

Harry was sitting in the dining room with a bowl of soup under his nose.

"You better drink that," Kokoro said, "or you won't get any better." She was sitting across from him. "If you finish that bowl of soup, I might cook you something sweet to eat." Harry looked at her, uncertain whether to believe her or not. "Trust me." Harry picked up the spoon and took a sip of the soup. He instantly spit the soup out.

"Why is this soup so bitter?" Harry inquired. Kokoro sighed.

"It's for your own good, Harry," Kokoro muttered. "Drink and get healthy or we won't be able to go to Diagon Alley until you get better." Harry nodded and tried to finish the soup.

=2 days later=

Harry was chasing Ron all around the house, trying to get his book back. Try running and not make a racket, hard huh? Well, the curtains of Sirius's mother flew open and she started yelling.

"LEAVING ME ALL ALONE YOU SON OF…" the curtains were closed by the adults of the Order.

"Well, Harry," Mr. Weasley said, "you seem to be better." Harry nodded and smiled. "We can go to Diagon Alley next week." Mr. Weasley winked and walked away.

"Hey, Ron," Harry said, stopping Ron from running, "do you know where the transfer students are?" Ron pointed to the backyard.

"Why?" Ron asked.

"Just wondering," Harry said, walking outside.

When he got outside, he saw the five of them sitting around, catching ball.

"Man," Syaoran said, "I'm bored." Sakura nodded in agreement along with Tomoyo.

"Hi Harry," Eriol said, taking notice of Harry. Kokoro looked at Harry and smiled. Sakura bowed along with Tomoyo. And Syaoran, he just nodded.

"I think I'll take a stroll," Kokoro said, "I'll see all of you later." She walked inside and went out into the streets.

"It's so boring," Harry muttered, sitting on the grass. Eriol stretched and yawned. He lay on the grass, looking at the sky. Harry did the same, looking at the clouds as they pass by. 'Sirius…' Harry thought as he saw a cloud that look like a dog. Soon, darkness consume him, pulling him into a deep slumber.

Dream

"Harry…" a soft, angelic voice called out. He turned around and saw a girl. The shadow was covering her face, so he can't see her face. "Harry…" The figure came closer to Harry. Harry felt content and warm when she got closer to him. Her face was inches away from him, and he still can't make out her face. As their lips touched, he heard laughter. "I have to go now…" her figure disappears.

"NO!" Harry grasped for her arm, but he went through her.

"…pay…die…her…" All he can hear was those three words before lights enters his eyes.

End of Dream (Yeah…corny…but I can't think of anything else.)

Harry sat up on his bed and rubbed his eyes. 'What's with the dream?' he asked himself as he got dressed. When he got downstairs, he was pulled into the kitchen by Ron.

"Good morning Harry," Lupin said. "Did you sleep well?" Harry nodded and reached for some English muffins.

"Mum decided that we should all go somewhere," Ron said. "Fred and George been complaining how it was so boring here."

"Where's the transfer students?" Harry asked.

"Kokoro went to the library, Tomoyo and Eriol went out for ice cream," Hermione said, "and Sakura and Syaoran, they said they went for a walk."

"At least they have something to do," Mrs. Weasley said. "Harry, dear, are you feeling alright?" Harry nodded. He was sweating, because of the weather. "Oh dear, it's getting too hot."

Where the Dark Lord is (Where, I have no idea)

It was too hot in the room. And still the room was dark. The aroma of blood filled the air along with the screaming of a girl. Her clothes were all tattered up, and tossed in the fire. (I'll let your imagination go wild on what's going on here. Here's a hint: Voldemort is raping a girl. Wait a minute…Voldemort…rape a Muggle…How odd…Well, this is my story, so anything happens!)

After he was done with her, he used his dagger and slowly cut her arm off, licking the dark crimson blood every now and then. With every cut, she'd scream out in pain, pleading him to release her.

"Master," Lucius (sp?) said from outside the door, not daring to interrupt his master's fun.

"Come in," Voldemort said, sitting on the girl. "Pathetic Mudblood." Lucius Malfoy entered the room and looked at the girl in disgust. "What is it?"

"I've found out about the girls you want," Malfoy handed him two pictures, one of Sakura, and another of Kokoro. "They're going to Hogwarts this year." Voldemort nodded as he took the photos from Malfoy. He licked his lips when he saw Kokoro.

"She looks like dear Mizu Reed," the Dark Lord said. He brought the photo of Kokoro up to his mouth and licked it. "I want these two." Malfoy nodded, bowed, and left the room. "Now…Where were we?" (Yes, horrible, gomen. bows)

Back to our gang

Harry kept on banging his head on the table, for he is losing the game. He only have one card in is hand, and he have to use it wisely. (They're playing thirteen.)

"Stop going doubles damn it," Harry said, waiting for them to go singles. When Kokoro came back, she had taught them how to play thirteen.

When Kokoro placed down four to ace, nobody can beat it, so she put down the four of spades, giving Harry the chance to go. Harry placed down his two of hearts, and came second place. "Keep going," Kokoro said, "and let's see who's have to take on the dare." Their dare was who lose; has to eat Hermione's cooking. (Let me tell you this: It's horrible. Yes, I'm evil.) Since nobody can beat two of hearts, Hermione placed down her three of diamonds, while Ron placed down his king of hearts. Hermione have to pass, for she have cards lower than that. Ron place down four to nine, while Hermione placed down five to ten. Well, Ron pass, and lost. Kokoro smiled, "Well, Ron. You lost, so…"

"You have to eat my cooking!" Hermione exclaimed as Ron groaned. The result of Ron eating Hermione's food is this: Ron is stuck in the restroom for the rest of the day.

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I shall leave you right there, for I'm having writers' block. R&R! Till next time!