.oO0Oo. thank you for your 'tips' Silent in the dark. Ya, that's weird, I guess I just read through the mistake. He he he…whoops. .oO0Oo.

.oO0Oo. Harry

Harry awoke the next day, slightly scared. He still didn't know who that man was. I'll just forget about him, I'll just, just leave my room, Ya, that's it I'll leave my room.

Immediately Harry leapt to his feet. The floorboards creaked as he left his room. The house was cold, and it was beginning to smell like cabbage. Oh God, it must be…

"Come here boy!" Uncle Vernons voice called.

Dudleys Birthday. DAMN!

"Do I honestly have to stay?" Questioned Harry.

" OF COURSE YOU DON'T! We," Vernon pointed at Dudley Petunia and himself, "Want you to leave," Harry stood facing him. Uncle Vernon pointed to the door, " NOW!" he yelped. Aunt Petunia grabbed the News Paper and started shooing Harry away with it.

Harry found that being away from the Dursleys was even more enjoyable than usual today. As he walked down the streets, looking at the perfectly pruned lawns, his thoughts wandered to the man in the dark.

As he walked he began hearing his voice in his head. I am here to get you. I am your protection. Harry shook his head. He could only imagine who this man could be.

Was he really protection? I doubt it. Harry though, but maybe he was. However if he were then wouldn't he show his face, or tell Harry what his name is.

Harry looked down. At his feet there were two rocks the shape of stars. He picked one of them up the points were sharp, and their surface smooth, what are these? Harry thought.

"They are Oliditers." Said a familiar voice.

"What the hell?" Harry whirled about, startled, " Percy?"

"Hello Harry. Seen any dementors lately?"

"Ha, ha, ha, not funny."

"It wasn't supposed to be funny."

"What?"

"It wasn't a joke." Percy replied almost smiling.

" Does that mean what I think it means?"

"I am not so sure Potter, it may. Or it may not."

"Percy, leave me alone."

"Oh no, no, no, no. I need to tell you something. Because my advice did not affect my brother, I will give you some. You know that because of Dumbledores death, the way the ministry of magic is run has changed. More and more deaths have occurred; more and more people are coming to join the death eaters. I warn you to stay at Privet Drive this year."

"Fat chance." Replied Harry was he rolled his eyes. However Percy didn't seem to notice.

"Well, that's your decision. If I may, I consider myself authority over you."

-pop-

Percy was gone. What the bloody hell just happened? Harry thought to himself. He was still clutching the Oliditer. He looked into the sky; the clouds formed two cat like eyes directly above him. As though they realized Harry saw them they vanished. Harry heard someone laughing, it sounded like…

"Voldemort." Harry held the rock closer, " I know you are there. You don't scare me!" Harry yelled, but the laughing grew louder and louder. " Just come here and show yourself!" The laughing stopped.

"Oh Potter." Came a bitter voice. " You are much like Dumbledore, you are very weak." The voice sounded light, like it was being slowly drawn away, but it was still clear.

" I am not weak. Love makes me strong!" Harry yelled. But Voldemort continued laughing.

"You are very weak, very, very weak. You see past your weakness. You are arrogant Mr. Potter. I will see to it that you learn your lesson. I will make sure that you learn what weakness is."

"I will kill you Voldemort! I WILL KILL YOU!"

The laughing continued.

"I am sure I will." Whispered Harry, and he picked up the other Oliditer. He threw them into the sky. They burned, their ashes falling upon Harry as he walked back to Privet Drive.

.oO0Oo. Hermione

Hermione pulled her hand over her mouth, in order to prevent her from screaming. Her lips quivered, and her body shook. Sirius's' eyes were still open looking down at her. The blood dripping fro his mouth splattered on Hermiones sheets.

Pulling the blood stained sheets off she ran down the stairs and into her parents bedroom. When she got there she wasn't comforted.

Her parents bodies were laying on top of the sheets. She assumed someone had come in the night, when she was talking with…that man who was Sirius, He must have done it, no one else was in there house. She assumed that he must have cut the outline of the Dark Mark on their arms.

That, that man….Sirius? She burst out crying. She fell to the floor, gasping for breath in between her sobs. She lay there in a puddle of tears for hours. Her mind was racing Who did this? When did they do this?

OH Hermione you should be able to tell……. One part of her said

My parents just died argued the other part.

I….what should I do? Do I go to the muggle police? Yes, yes, I'll do that. She ran over to the phone, it was drenched in blood. She picked it up. And dialed the police.

"Hello, are you the police?"

"Why yes we are." Said a kind voice.

"My parents are….are……"

"are they hurt?" said the man.

Hermione chocked, " Yes." She began crying again.

"We'll be over there in a few-" the man was cut off.

"Minutes." Said a womans voice.

"Th-th-thank you." Hermione put the phone down on the hook. Her hands were shaking uncontrollably. She waited for a knock on the door.

No knock.

15 minutes passed

No knock.

30 minutes.

40 minutes.

All her hope was lost. No one was coming, no one was there. There must be another way. She thought. If there had been one she couldn't think of it. The only thing she could do was contacting someone. The neighbors?

"WIZARDS!" she yelped. She took out her wand, and tried to concentrate. Ron! I'll contact Ron. With a flick of her wand, she sent what she had just seen to Ron. The image flew through the air; it bounced off the roofs of people's houses. Hermione didn't care, she just wanted help.

There was a knock at the door. Finally. She ran down from her room. Through the windows around the door she could see many people. Hopefully Policemen, Hermione couldn't tell.

"Hello! Thank you for coming." She panted wiping the tears from her face.

"No problem." Said a very cheery voice. "Where are they?" she questioned.

"Oh, they are in the back room, down-" she stopped took a breath and sighed, " Down, the hall."

"All right, now don't worry." Said another voice, this one belonging to a male.

"HOW CAN I NOT WORRY!" Hermione screamed, why had she done that, that was so unlike her, " I…I…I am so sorry, but how can I not worry?" Her voice was small, she bowed her head to the floor. The man was looking at her.

"It's quite all right." He said, patting her on the back, "Now if you'll just come with me, I'll take you to the station. We'll get everything sorted out."

"WHY!" Hermione hissed, she pulled her hand to her mouth, what was she saying?

"Excuse me? Why…what?" he responded.

"Why would you take the life of the innocent?" She hissed. She hit the floor with a thud, to her the room echoed, it shook as if there was someone ripping it's roof off.

"Come here Daisy." The woman named Daisy came over to him. " You think it's safe to take her to them now?"

"I reckon it's a good time." She replied, they both began to laugh.