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!

A/N: This is for profet! What does Meg Cabot write by chance?

Chapter 3:

While Harry laid awake in his bed later that night, a million thoughts raced through his head. Today was one of the best birthdays he'd ever had yet also the worst.

The knowledge that Voldemort had someone who possessed so strong of power scared Harry. The fact that Dumbledore was too worried added to that fright.

After his party, Harry had not gotten the chance to discuss anything with Hermione or Ron for Mrs. Weasley had ushered them to their beds, each of them now having their own room. The lights had gone out and Harry was left alone with his own thoughts.

A light knock upon the door alerted Harry and he sat up quickly, fumbling for his glasses. The door creaked open enough for a head with bushy brown hair to appear.

"Harry?" Hermione whispered into the darkness of the room. "Are you awake?"

"Yes," Harry replied, moving back so he could prop himself up against the headboard.

The door opened the rest of the way and Hermione crept in, shutting the door softly behind her.

"I stopped to get Ron on the way," she said quietly, "but the only response I got was a series of loud snores."

Harry grinned. "That's Ron for you, always sleeping or eating.

Hermione walked over and perched on Harry's bed. "Are you as confused as I am?"

"Probably more so," Harry admitted with a small smile.

"I wish I knew more about the Kivuli, but hardly anyone knows about them so there really isn't anything written…."

Harry frowned. "You mean, in all your reading…"

"I have never once read about the Kivuli," Hermione finished.

"That's a first," Harry muttered.

Hermione playfully smacked him. "Watch it there Potter."

Harry grinned. "Couldn't resist."

"So what is wrong?" Hermione asked blatantly.

She's too perceptive, Harry thought bitterly. Feigning a look of confusion, Harry said, "What do you mean?"

"Don't lie to me Harry and don't play innocent," Hermione said giving him a stern look. "I saw that look in your eyes downstairs that can only mean your mulling over something in that thick skull of yours."

Harry sighed. "I'm just so….so…."

"Confused," Hermione supplied.

"Yeah."

"I understand that you're….er….frightened of this Dark Magic…"

"No, it's not that," Harry cut in.

"Then what is it?"

"The girl in my vision, Kamaria, was well….young."

Harry looked up to find Hermione staring at him intently, waiting for him to go on.

"Her father, King Agamen," Harry went on, "said she came of age that night; they were celebrating it and the dark moon…"

"She could be our age," Hermione said thoughtfully.

"Exactly," Harry said, leaning towards her. "She's young, Hermione, which could mean…"

"It would be easier to convince her to fight for the Dark."

Harry leaned back against the headboard. "With the right persuasion…"

He let his sentence trail off. They knew what the result could be if Voldemort found the right 'persuasion'. The result would not be good for the Light.

Hermione rose and walked to the door. "Goodnight Harry," she whispered before disappearing into the darkness.

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Voldemort stared down at the beauty beside him, his red eyes shining brightly into the darkness. He ran one pale finger down her bare body, enjoying it's softness. Another beautiful thing to add to his collection, he thought to himself.

Kamaria shivered and rolled over, facing him. Her eyes fluttered open and she boldly met Voldemort's gaze. "My lord?" she inquired.

Voldemort leaned over and lightly pressed his cold lips to her forehead, letting them linger there for a moment before pulling back slightly. "It is nothing my dear, just thinking. Something you do a lot of when you reach my age."

"About what?"

Voldemort smiled a little, "Beautiful things."

Kamaria chuckled. "That's an odd thing to be thinking about at this time of night."

"Oh contraire, my queen, the night is the best time to think about things such as these. The shadows do not tell your secrets."

"Unlike some of your Death Eaters," Kamaria said simply.

Voldemort's gaze hardened. "Yes."

"You have a spy among them," she said in a bored voice, "a traitor."

"I know. There is always one…"

"Though I doubt it is the one you think it is."

Voldemort frowned and propped himself up on his elbow. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that you suspect the wrong person."

She rose from the bed and grabbed a nearby dressing gown, slipping it on and covering herself. She walked over to the window and gazed out at the crescent moon.

She felt rather than heard Voldemort slip up behind her. His arms encircled her waist, drawing her against his cold body. They stood like that for many minutes before either of them spoke.

"Who do you think is the traitor?" Voldemort asked.

Kamaria turned in his arms and gazed into his eyes. "It is not my place to cast suspicions, my lord," she told him in a soft yet unyielding voice.

Voldemort smiled down at her. "You are a smart girl."

"No, my lord," Kamaria said with a smirk, spinning out of his embrace and back towards the bed. She allowed the dressing gown to slip a bit, revealing her bare shoulder. "A queen, not a girl."

Voldemort chuckled softly as he followed her.

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Dumbledore sat staring into the dancing flames of his fire. His blue eyes were filled with worry as he thought about the turn in events.

Few knew about the Kivuli and the powers they possessed. The few who did knew very little at that. The Kivuli like to keep to themselves.

A knock sounded at the door and Dumbledore looked away from the licking flames. "Come in," he called softly.

The door opened and Remus walked in, a frown upon his face. His worn out body showed signs of the approaching full moon. Amber eyes reflected Dumbledore's worries as he gazed at the aging headmaster, the best Hogwarts had ever known.

"Albus," Remus said in greeting with a slight nod of his head.

"Come in my boy and pull up a seat by the fire."

"Forgive me Albus, I know it's late…."

"Is there such a thing as late?" Dumbledore asked quietly, the familiar twinkle present in his blue eyes over the rim of his half moon spectacles.

Remus sat down in a chair beside of Dumbledore. They stared into the fire, each lost in their own thoughts and worries.

"I'm worried Albus," Remus said softly.

"Only a fool would not be worried," Dumbledore acknowledged. "Before now, we knew our enemy. Now, we can only make guesses."

"What are we going to do?"

"We are going to gather as much information as possible and be very cautious," Dumbledore said simply.

"I know you probably won't like this idea," Remus said slowly, "but we need to try to get Kamaria to fight for us. I think we need to watch and try to take her."

Dumbledore looked from the fire to the werewolf. "Kidnap?"

"Whatever is necessary. If we don't, Harry will no longer be on equal ground with Voldemort and that is something we do not want to happen."

Dumbledore looked back into the flames, watching them dance and lick at each other. They lycan's words ran through his head while he considered his options.

He turned back to the werewolf. "She is a child," he confided.

"What?" Remus asked in confusion.

"She just turned seventeen, a day older than Harry in fact."

"How do you know this?"

"I visited her once," Dumbledore said, his voice drawn as if he was remembering, "when she was ten. I had heard rumors of the Kivuli people and went to check them out."

"I found the Kivuli," he went on, "and I found her. She was so curious about the outside world, about Hogwarts. I've seen few as gifted as her. She was more powerful at the young age of ten than some wizards at the age of fifty."

"Her father, however, did not, does not, share her outlook on life. He is dark, consumed by the power the Dark Magic holds. He was angered when she expressed a sincere wish of attending Hogwarts and traveling back to England with me."

Dumbledore closed his eyes and took a shaky breath while the werewolf watched on and waited patiently. Memories could sometimes be more painful than the present as they both knew.

"She was punished. I remember standing helplessly on the side as they punished her, but she did not scream. No, she refused to give them the satisfaction of hearing her scream."

Dumbledore looked sadly at Remus. "Later that night she came to me. I knew I could not take her away and she knew it too. She became hard as she gazed bravely at me, the protective wall was once again built around her. She ordered me to leave and never return."

"And you did," Remus said softly.

"Yes, and I think that was the worst mistake of all my years. You see, like I said earlier tonight, tough love can make a person stronger."

"You believe she is powerful then?"

"Oh no," Dumbledore said, shaking his head, "I know she is."

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Chapter 4 should be up somewhere around Thursday or Saturday…. changed to RL/NT though there won't be that much action between the two, it's just they're the only two HP characters that I match up.

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