DISCLAIMER: The tallest oak tree on the planet could grow till it reached the sun and I would still not own Harry Potter.

STORY: PRE-HBP! FORGET EVERYTHING YOU READ IN THAT BOOK! EVERYTHING!

Chapter 2:

"Happy Birthday Harry!" Fred, George, and Ron chorused as he entered the Dursley's sitting room where they, and Mr. Weasley, were waiting for him.

Harry smiled appreciatively at each of them before greeting them one by one. The Weasley's were like Harry's second family.

"Ready Harry?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"Yeah, let me just go grab my trunk."

"We'll help," Fred and George volunteered with evil smirks as they followed Harry out of the room.

When they were out of ear shot, the twins turned to Harry. "Look at these," Fred said, holding out his hand to show brown candies.

"They're a version of the canary creams," George added at Harry's confused look.

"Only with improvements."

"These here are not set to any one animal."

"There's a variety from rats to monkeys."

"From bats to kangaroos."

"Wow," Harry said in awe, staring at the little candies.

"We just got them on the shelves," Fred said proudly.

"But…er…we were wondering…," George started slowly, glancing at his twin.

"For payback and all…."

"If we could try them out on that fat cousin of yours."

Harry smiled wickedly. "I have just the idea."

He leaned closer to the twins as he told them his plan. Gleefully, they handed him the candies while they bolted upstairs to retrieve his trunk. Meanwhile, Harry went to the kitchen to put their plan into action.

Five minutes later, Harry emerged with a plate of cupcakes in his hand. "Here you go Mr. Weasley, Ron," Harry said as he carefully handed them the 'safe' cupcakes.

Fred and George smirked at him as they carefully chose theirs. Harry then turned to Dudley. "Would you like the last one?"

Dudley greedily snatched up the cupcake, practically shoving the whole thing into his mouth. Fred, George, and Harry all eyed him anxiously.

'POP'

In Dudley's place sat a large hippopotamus. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia gave a loud shriek as they jumped away from their 'son'.

Mr. Weasley gave the twins, Harry, and Ron a disapproving look as they roared with laughter, though he didn't hide the faint smile that played on his lips very well.

'POP'

Dudley was back to his normal, overweight self and bolted from the room, screaming very loudly. Mr. and Mrs. Dursley soon followed their son.

"Well boys, though that was quite entertaining," Mr. Weasley told the twins, "I doubt your mother would approve."

"You mustn't blame them Mr. Weasley," Harry said quickly in the twins' defense. "I was the one that wanted to try it out on him."

"If you think we're going to let you take all the credit," Fred started.

"You're mental," George finished with a laugh.

"Besides," Fred said with a mischievous grin, "mum wasn't here…"

"So unless someone tells her," George said with a look to his father.

"She'll never know," Fred finished.

"Well, I guess she doesn't need to know," Mr. Weasley said slowly.

"Now," he said, clasping his hands, "are we ready to go?"

"Yes," Harry said happily. "Are we going to the Burrow?"

"No, they want us together at headquarters," Mr. Weasley answered.

"The Black House?" Harry asked. He didn't know how he felt about going back there. He had yet to return after Sirius' death.

"Er…yes," Ron answered, looking to his father and brothers for help.

"Alright then," Harry said quietly. "Let's go."

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"HARRY!"

Harry had just walked into the Black House when a girl with bushy hair ran to him, engulfing him in a bone crushing hug.

"Hello Hermione," Harry gasped, patting her back. "Nice to see you too."

"Hermione, you're choking him," George said from behind them.

"Image the headline 'Boy-who-lived killed by best friend'," Fred added, chuckling merrily.

"Who will kill You-know-who if you kill Harry?" George asked playfully.

"Oh shut up," Hermione snapped but she released Harry rather quickly.

Fred nudged Ron, "Don't look so sour bro. She was only hugging him."

"I know that," Ron retorted darkly, his face redder than his hair.

"Oh Harry, you're here." Mrs. Weasley, a plump woman with the same fiery red hair as her children, walked into the room and hugged him tightly.

"Ease up mum, he can't breathe," Fred joked.

"Women and hugs," George muttered, shaking his head.

"Oh hush up you two," Mrs. Weasley said, her cheeks a blushing red. "Come on in and grab you something to eat."

"Thank you Mrs. Weasley," Harry said as he followed her to the kitchen.

Immediately, she began loading food onto a plate, mumbling about 'malnourishment' and how skinny he was. She sat the food down in front of him and ordered him to eat up.

A little while later, Tonks and Remus entered holding hands. "Wotcher Harry," Tonks greeted while Remus smiled and said, "Good to see you Harry."

"Hello," Harry greeted back, smiling brightly. "I'm glad you guys are here, I have to ask you something."

"What is it?" Remus asked, concerned.

"Is Dumbledore here?" Harry inquired.

"He should be here shortly, why?"

"Because he needs to here this too, well, …"

"It can wait," Remus dismissed. "Eat first."

Harry happily obliged.

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"I heard you wished to ask me something."

Harry spun around from the chess game he was playing with Ron and smiled at Dumbledore. "Yes sir, I did."

"Well then, since we're all here," Dumbledore said cheerfully as he made his way to an empty chair. Remus and Tonks followed him into the room.

"I had a…well, a dream the other night," Harry said once they were all seated.

"A dream?" Remus asked.

"What does Kivuli mean?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore sat up and Remus looked at him quickly in question. "Where did you hear about the Kivuli?" Remus asked Harry.

"My dream," Harry answered. "What is…"

"Harry, it is very important that you tell us about this dream, everything Harry," Dumbledore said gently.

"Er…Lucius Malfoy went up a mountain to a village. He wanted the king to join Voldemort."

"What did King Agamen say?"

"How do you know…?"

"That is not important," Dumbledore interrupted. "What did King Agamen say?"

"He supports Voldemort but refused to join him," Harry said.

"Did they try to convince him to join?" Dumbledore asked, a note of urgency in his voice.

"Er…he didn't give them a chance," Harry answered.

"That's a …"

"He sent a gift," Harry added thoughtfully.

Dumbledore's and Remus' heads snapped to Harry. "A gift?"

"Yeah, a gift."

"Harry, did you see what this gift was?"

"He said he was going to send him a queen."

"Listen to me Harry, this is very important," Dumbledore stressed, "did you see this queen?"

"I saw a girl…she had dark black hair and silver eyes."

Dumbledore sighed and sat back in his chair. "Kamaria."

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"MALFOY!" Voldemort roared.

"Yes, my lord?" Lucius asked, bowing.

"How did you fair?"

"Well, my lord…," Lucius started slowly, pondering over his words.

"Yes?"

"The king supports your cause…"

"But…?"

"But he doesn't wish to become involved," Lucius said softly, keeping his eyes on the floor in front of him.

"WHAT!" Voldemort roared, standing up.

"He said he likes their ways of maintaining privacy and peace. King Agamen does not want to join the fray."

Voldemort growled threateningly. "You failed me Lucius."

"My lord," Lucius pleaded quickly as he saw Voldemort raise his wand for punishment, "we did not come back empty handed."

Voldemort paused. "Go on."

"King Agamen sent you a gift, my lord, to show his support."

Voldemort turned and walked back to his throne where he sat down. "A gift?" he asked, stroking his chin with a pale finger.

"Yes, my lord, a gift," Lucius said, grinning largely. "A beautiful and rare one at that. I believe you will be greatly pleased."

"What is it?"

Lucius stepped back revealing a hooded figure at the door. "A queen, my lord. May I present the Kivuli Queen, Kamaria."

"Come closer, my dear," Voldemort drawled, a slow smirk forming on his face.

The figure walked forward, removing her cloak as she came closer. The Death Eaters in the room smiled in pleasure as she completely revealed herself. Voldemort smiled brightly.

She wore a white and gold Grecian style dress that dipped very low on her back. It hugged her curves closely. The sides were split revealing long legs.

She inclined her head slightly when she reached him, her silver eyes never leaving his molten red ones.

"Queen Kamaria," Voldemort greeted, rising and moving closer to her.

"My lord," she said without a hint of emotion.

He took up her hands and kissed her knuckles. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

He held back a chuckle as he watched her determinedly not saying anything. She would be quite entertaining, he mused.

With a flick of his wand, a chair appeared beside his own. "My queen," he offered, holding out his hand.

She grudgingly took his outstretched hand and walked with him to the chair. She sat down and stared straight ahead.

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"What are we going to do?" Remus asked Dumbledore.

"Hope that Voldemort does not the extent of the Kivuli people."

"What are the Kivuli?" Harry asked again.

"The Kivuli are a tribe hidden deep in the mountains. Few know of their exact location. They are the shadow people," Dumbledore explained.

"Why does Voldemort want them?" Ron asked.

"They posses Dark Magic, powerful Dark Magic," Dumbledore answered. "They also know the Ancient Magic that no one remembers for the scrolls were lost a long time ago and people stopped practicing it. They also have the ability to do wandless magic exceptionally well and call upon the spirits."

"So if they would have joined Voldemort," Harry said slowly.

"We would have a very hard time at winning," Hermione reasoned, shutting her book.

"But they have Kamaria," Dumbledore said thoughtfully to himself.

"Is that good or bad?" Harry asked.

"Only time can tell on that front," Dumbledore sighed. "We can only hope that she does no reveal the full extent of her powers."

"Is she powerful?" Hermione asked.

"More powerful than her father ever expected. Tough love, some could say, makes a person stronger," Dumbledore smiled faintly.

"But let's not worry about that now," Dumbledore said, rising. "I believe Molly is waiting in the kitchen for us with a large birthday cake. Happy Birthday Harry."

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Kamaria - Swahili for "Like the Moon"

There's chapter 2 for ya. Hope you liked it and even if you didn't, Review! You know you wanna. Please?