Chapter 1
"Whoa!" Harry yelled as he sat up in his bed. He looked around, confused for a minute, and then he finally remembered that he was in the room that he and Ron shared at the Burrow.
He pulled his knees to his chest and put his head on his arms. He had had the dream again. The dream of when he saw the flash of green light when he was a child, of when Voldemort had tried and failed to kill him as a baby. Except this time, the dream continued. It had been blurry, so he couldn't see it very well.
Ron sat up in his bed and peered sleepily at Harry.
"What's the yellin' 'bout," he said thickly as he yawned loudly. "Dream?"
"Yeah," Harry whispered, swing his legs over the side of his bed. "I'm gonna get some water."
When he got to the bathroom, he filled a glass with cold tap water and pressed it against his burning scar. He doubted it, and yet…
He dumped the water down the sink and returned to his room. Ron had fallen back asleep, and was snoring louder than a blow horn, but Harry fell back asleep anyway.
"Alright, you lot," said Mrs. Weasley. "Gather your school supplies and meet us back at the Leaky Cauldron. Be careful; do not get into any trouble." She glared particularly hard at the twins, Fred and George, who looked at her innocently.
"I didn't forget what happened last year," she continued.
"She deserved what she got!" cried George passionately.
"Evil toad woman was deserving of some justice, that she was," Fred said, feigning an Irish accent.
Mrs. Weasley rolled her eyes toward the tavern as the teens split into their usual groups.
"What's first on the list?" Ron asked as he peered into the Apothecary store.
"Well, Harry will need potion ingredients," Hermione said. "Seeing as he's the only one of us taking potions."
"You made it into potions?" asked Ginny.
"Yeah, but just barely," Harry grinned.
Ginny nodded in understanding. The nature between Harry and his teacher was no secret.
"You guys go ahead," Harry said. "I can get my stuff and meet up with you guys."
"Are you sure, Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, I can handle it," Harry sighed. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
"Well, if you're sure," Hermione said. "Bye, see you later."
Harry waved to them, and went inside the Apothecary. He searched for his potion supplies for a few minutes, and then he stepped out to move on to the next shop. As he turned, however, something caught his eye.
He saw butterflies. Not just any butterflies, but golden ones. Ones that shown so brightly, they looked to be made of light. He started to go toward them, but as soon as he blinked, they were gone. He looked around to see where they might have gone, but he saw nothing.
Figuring it was a reflection of someone's watch, he moved on.