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The Shadowed Soul
Chapter 2
Dreams of Hope
Harry lay in his bed late at night thinking of the chain of events that led him to his present situation. No matter how he looked at it, turned it over in his mind, it all led to one person. Voldemort. No, Tom Riddle, Voldemort's true name, he would not ever use the name Riddle wanted, not ever. Sleep eluded him like a wisp of cloud, uncatchable no matter how close is was. So, he picked up a scrap of paper of the night stand. It read:
To the Dark Lord
I know I will be long dead before you read this
but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret.
I have stolen the real Horcux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can.
I face death in the hope that when you meet your match,
You will be mortal once more.
R.A.B.
The note was crumpled in his hand for the twentieth time, Dumbledore died for nothing, but crumpling it gave no answers. He wanted to find this R.A.B. as much as Snape and Riddle. Then sleep hit him as fast as a Buldger only he couldn't dodge it.
Swirling light filled his vision and he felt like he was falling, falling…. He landed without a sound on a cold stone floor as cold as death. He looked up and saw a gray stone arch with a black cloth hanging in it leading to nowhere, to Death. Harry's legs moved on their own violation not away but towards the arch that had killed Sirius. But he knew he should run and run far and… he ran in. The whispers were everywhere and nowhere but Harry had all his attention on the black robed ragged haired figure before him. Sirius turned around a worried frown on his face. Hope in his eyes.
"Harry you don't belong here but if you want to save me you can. Will you? I want to breathe fresh air and listen to the birds but in stead I listened to the dead and now I am trapped unless you come and save me. Please their whispers taunt me now that I'm trapped. Come to the arch, enter, but don't listen to their promises. Never. And bring me back."
Harry felt himself being dragged away towards his room in the Burrow when he shouted to the diminishing figure if Sirius Black, "have you seen Dumbledore? He should be here!"
"No he hasn't entered and I haven't seen him or heard his name. Why?"
And Harry woke up with a start in his room in the Burrow, a new hope in his eyes.