Chapter # 2
Author: harrypotterfan1247

Harry walked down the badly lit corridor as he called out the Sirius' name several times. The only reply was silence. As Harry continued to walk, he looked through each open door that contained the same room every time; plain white walls, light birch wood floors, and a cherry wood table, in the middle of the dreary room.

He called out Sirius' name one last time and finally gave up. He sighed and entered one of the rooms with his eyes to the floor.

"Harry! I'm so glad you finally made it!" A familiar voice said.

"Sirius, you're here! I thought you'd never come back," Harry said while beaming with delight.

"I'm glad I'm...here...too," Sirius's face went white as his back started to curve backward. "Good bye Harry, I'll never come back!" The floor opened and light shone through. Sirius fell backward into the hole and it closed up again.

"Sirius, no! Don't leave me!" Harry ran over to the spot where the horrific hole had once been. He fell to his knees and stared at the unbroken surface of the floor.

"Harry, Harry, Harry come back," a soft voice said from somewhere that Harry could not detect. Harry closed his eyes to prevent himself from crying.

He opened his eyes again and looked around. He was at the Weasleys' house lying on the spare bed set up in Ron's room.

"Good, you're finally awake," Hermione said smiling.

"It's time for dinner," Ron said as he gestured toward the open door.

Harry got up and frowned. Why did he keep having these dreams about Sirius? He pondered this question as he allowed Ron and Hermione to lead him down stairs.

As soon as they reached the dinner the table outside in the Weasleys' garden, everyone started to eat.

"Take a seat, Harry dear, and I'm glad to see you," Mrs. Weasley said while pointing to the chair next to Mr. Weasley.

Harry sat down sleepily and started to spoon large amounts of food onto his plate. Once he had finished what was on his plate her leaned on the back of the chair, trying to hear the conversation going on between Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

"No, no, we can't take him to Diagon Alley! It's not safe! I don't think any of the children should go this year! I'll go and pick-up all the supplies myself!" Mrs. Weasley whispered nervously.

Mr. Weasley sighed and whispered back, "You're right Molly. You go by yourself and the rest of us will stay here. We will think of a plan for getting to the Hogwarts Express later."

Harry quickly looked away from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley when they had finished their conversation. Why can't we go to Diagon Ally? Harry pondered as he chewed on another spoon full of mashed potato.

After a satisfying meal Mrs. Weasley sent them to bed, "You all need your rest. I'll be going to Diagon Alley for all of you."

They all grumbled and trudged sleepily up the stairs and into their proper rooms.

Harry, Ron, Fred, and George all changed into their pajamas and lay down on their beds.

Harry closed his eyes but quickly opened them again when he thought of something. "Wasn't this supposed to be the day that we go to Hogwarts?"

"The teachers changed the starting date to three days from now 'cause of all the attacks at Diagon Ally," Ron replied with a worried expression.

"What attacks?" Harry asked.

"Didn't Ron send a letter telling you? Vol…Vol…uh…You-Know-Who has started attacking people at Diagon Ally. There haven't been any attacks for a month but we reckon all the teachers are puttin' some extra spells on the school walls to keep you guys safe," Fred answered.

Harry didn't answer. He just lay down in shock. This can't be happening. He's going to come after me the second I reach Hogwarts. Harry frowned and tried to sleep, but it was no use. The past and what might happen just buzzed through his mind.

Once he heard Ron's snoring he decided that it was time to go to sleep. He closed his eye and in a matter of minutes he was asleep.

Harry walked down the coble stone streets of Diagon Ally. There were people laughing and buying supplies for the new school year. He walked farther and saw Fred and George's new joke shop. They looked in Harry's direction but did not wave. Harry ran over to them and started to speak but no sound came out. All of a sudden, he started to hear deafening screams. Harry turned around to find out what were going on. There were beams of red light coming from somewhere in the crowd of bustling people trying to escape. Random people started to fall to the ground and not get up. What's happening? Why won't those people get up? Harry shuddered at the possibilities.

All he could hear over the screams were the words, "Avada Kedavra".

Harry ran quickly through the crowd of running people pushing people out of his way to get a better look. 'What's going on?' Harry wondered this as he finally reached the front of the crowd.

Harry froze once he got a better look at who was casting the unforgivable curse.

Harry couldn't speak, so he only thought of the one name that haunted him every night in his sleep, Voldemort.

Lord Voldemort shot another beam of light and as it hit the person he heard more ear piercing shrieks. He ran back through the crowed of fleeing people. He ran to where the shriek had come from. He stopped in front of the corpse and his mouth widened in shock.

There she was lying as still as a rock, Ginny was dead.
"This is all your fault Harry! This would have never happened if you hadn't tried to be a hero!" Hermione shouted as tears streamed down her cheeks.

Harry gapped at her unable to reply.

Harry opened his eyes in shock. He was drenched in sweat from that night's dream. 'What could this mean?' Harry thought as he looked at his watch. 8:02 am. Everyone would be up soon. He looked at Ron, who was still snoring loudly.

Harry got up and got dressed. He sat down on his bed and sighed. 'Why am I having these dreams? Do they have something to do with the attacks at Diagon Alley?" Harry sighed again and decided to go for a walk. He walked silently down the stairs and out toward the Wealseys' backyard.

Harry sat down on one of the chairs and closed his eyes. He tried to recall all he could from his dream. 'Why can't I figure out what this mean? Why did I have a dream about Ginny dieing?' Harry frowned at the many unanswered questions. He reopened his eyes and looked up at the sky. Then he heard the sound of walking on the grass. He stood up to find Hermione standing there.

"Hello Harry. I saw you walk down the stairs so I thought you might want some company." Hermione looked at Harry's troubled expression. "What's wrong?"

"I, uh, couldn't sleep so I came down here; I guess I'm just a little tired." He replied while softening his expression. "Actually, can I tell you something?"

"Sure, is it important?"

"I don't know, but I want you to be completely honest when I'm done."

"Alright," Hermione said confused.

Harry told her every detail of the strange dreams he has been having lately. When he was finally done he asked, "What could they mean?"

"To be truthful, I have no idea, but you should really talk to Professor Dumbledore about this," Hermione suggested.

'That's Hermione's answer for everything,' Harry thought sadly. 'Go to the Head Master of Hogwarts if anything strange happens.'

"I guess," Harry replied.

"You two already up?" Ron asked as he walked outside, followed by the rest of the Weasley family. Mrs. Weasley was levitating what looked like to be breakfast for that day.

"Eat quickly so I can get to Diagon Alley before the morning rush gets there," Mrs. Weasley instructed.

Everyone ate quickly without a word. Once everyone was finished Ginny and Hermione helped Mrs. Weasley clean up the empty dishes.

Everyone went back to their rooms to finish getting dressed, and Mrs. Weasley left for Diagon Alley.

After doing nothing for the past two days, Harry was excited about going back to Hogwarts for his sixth year.

Harry, Hermione, and the Weasley family went to bed early that night to make sure they were well rested to get up early for the Hogwarts Express.

Harry smiled as thoughts of the one place where he actually felt safe, drift through his mind. 'I'll be there soon and I won't have these dreams anymore,' Harry decided with a mile on his face. 'I can finally get a peaceful nights rest without worrying about anything except for homework and Quidditch.'

Harry drifted off peacefully without knowing what horror that he was really going to face.

-End of Chapter-

Author's Note: I really hope you're enjoying reading this as much as I am writing it. I'm sorry for the many spelling errors that I have made in the last chapter. There should be fewer mistakes in this chapter. Have Fun Reading My Fan Fiction! –harrypotterfan1247