Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything connected with it. I just wish I did.

Summary: The numbers of the Order of the Phoenix are dwindling. People live in terror of what Voldemort and his Death Eaters might do to them. Harry, Ron and Hermione are now in the Order and are helping bring Voldemort down. But now Voldemort has a new plan, a plan that could end the world as wizards know it.

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Wow. I can't believe people reviewed. So as promised here is the next the chapter. I'd just like to say thanks to my reviewers and answer anything you may have said in your reviews so here it goes…

DannysGirlForever: Thank you

Allissimo: Yeah I did write this before the sixth book came out and I didn't want to change my plot to fix the sixth book so it is based after OOTP

Hawk of Endymion: You know people too wrapped up in their own things to notice others in trouble. Anyaway that is all part of a whole part of my story as you may notice from the end of this chapter.

Okay enough of my ramblings. Here is my next chapter.

Chapter 2: Harry's Pain

'Arrgh!' The pain was blinding Harry. He felt as though someone was trying to split his head in two with a meat cleaver. Harry was rolling around on the floor. He couldn't breathe for the pain emulating from his scar. Then just when he thought he could take no more of the pain. It stopped. He lay on the floor panting, letting the room come back into focus.

'Harry? Harry? Are you all right?' Hermione asked the fear showing in voice.

'I'm fine,' Harry replied shakily. He looked around the room. Everyone was looking at him. Most looked worried. But some looked expectant, as though Harry was going to tell them something vital. Something that could finally end the war.

'Harry, what happened?' Mr Weasley asked kindly.

'I'm not sure,' Harry replied truthfully. As Harry continued to look around the room, he noticed Snape had returned. Harry thought he looked mildly concerned but Harry wouldn't have put money on it.

'Harry. Drink this,' Mrs Weasley urged him, while pressing a glass of water into his hands. Harry sat on the floor and drank the water gratefully, while trying to figure out what had just happened to him.

'Voldemort's very happy,' Harry blurted out. 'His plan is coming together. And…and he wants us to know it.' Everyone stared blankly at each other.

'What plan?' Ron asked.

'I don't know,' Harry replied with the frustration showing clearly in his voice. 'I only know that his plan is working because he wants me too.' Hermione was clearly distressed by what Harry was saying. Harry wanted to comfort her. To tell her everything would work out. But all he could manage was a rather weak smile. Harry rubbed his scar trying to get rid of the last of the prickly sensation.

'We need to discover Voldemort's plans and stop them immediately. Severus, you're our only hope. Do you think you can get Voldemort to tell you?' McGonagall asked Snape in her normal brisk tone.

'I will try my best. But the Dark Lord seems to be keeping his plans to himself. At least for the moment.' And with that he swept out of the room and they heard the door close with a snap. Harry realised he was still sitting on the floor and tried to get to his feet. He knees were very unstable and he had to hold onto one of the chairs to stop himself from falling back down. Hermione was still looking at him with genuine concern in her eyes.

'Harry. You need to go back to school tomorrow. Do you think you'll be up to it?' Mr. Weasley asked. Harry nodded slowly. He needed to be back at Hogwarts for the first day of term, especially as he was now Head Boy.

'You should go to bed now. Get up your energy back up for tomorrow,' Mrs Weasley told him. 'Fred, George. Help Harry upstairs to his room.' Fred and George obediently each took one of Harry's arms and began to help him get to his room. It was hard work. Harry's legs seemed to have stopped working altogether now and Fred and George were practically carrying him.

'Shit, it's a good thing your not fat Harry, otherwise we would never be able to get you up these stairs,' George told Harry. Harry muttered something that sounded vaguely like, 'Thanks'. They continued their slow journey to Harry's room. Fred let go of Harry to open the bedroom door and George nearly collapsed under Harry's dead weight.

'You're a really strong person. I know you can defeat Voldemort,' Fred said suddenly as they placed Harry's nearly limp form on his bed. 'Get some rest mate.'

Harry placed his head on the pillow and tried to get to sleep.

When Fred and George re-entered the kitchen, they were all waiting for them.

'As you all saw, Voldemort can now make Harry feel what he wants him to, when he wants him to,' Mad Eye told them. 'So I think you all know we have to do. We need to get all the people who left the Order to come back. Starting with Remus Lupin. Harry is going to need a lot more protection until he and the rest of us are ready for the final battle. Agreed?' Everyone nodded. 'Good. Then let's all go to bed. Oh, and as usual no one tell Harry he would only feel we didn't have faith in him.' Everyone filed out some leaving Grimmauld Place, some going upstairs to their bed rooms.

Harry lay in his bed, desperate for sleep to come. 'Let sleep come so all the pain he was feeling would leave at least for a while,' he thought desperately.

Harry could hear laughter. He recognised it. It was the same laughter that haunted his dreams every night since that night in the graveyard. Instantly Harry jumped out of bed if Voldemort was here then they were all in danger. He walked slowly towards the sound, very aware of his own breathing. That's when he heard it. The whimpering. Harry started to run. Someone was in trouble! Harry's heart was thumping incredibly fast, somewhere in his throat. If someone else died because he didn't run fast enough, he would never forgive himself. 'No,' he thought desperately, 'enough people have died already no one else can die. It isn't fair why should those who are good, kind and strong be punished like this.' He didn't know where he was running to and he realised that he had no idea where the whimpering was coming from. It seemed to be coming from all around him. He stopped and started listening intently. He could still hear the whimpering but he couldn't pin point a specific place it was coming from. In the back of Harry's mind he knew that he wouldn't be able to save the person. The whimpering was getting louder, it was almost a scream now, a scream of pure pain.

'Harry,' a voice whispered. The voice seemed to be coming from the walls themselves.

'Harry. Over here.' Harry recognised the voice now it was Voldemort and he was mocking him. 'Harry.' Harry found himself in front of a door he had never seen before. 'Open the door.' The voice told Harry. He stretched out his hand. His hand closed around the door handle. It was cold. He had started to pull the door handle door down, when…

'Arrgh!' For the second time that night his head felt like someone had hit him with a large metal mallet. His hands shot up to the source of the pain, his scar. He closed his eyes against the pain trying to stop the tears from coming.

After about ten minutes of unbearable pain, Harry found he could sit up. Harry continued to rub his scar wishing the pain would disappear. Suddenly Harry remembered his dream. He had dreamt about Voldemort! But was it something Voldemort wanted him to see or something he didn't want him to see. If Voldemort didn't want him to see it there was a chance that he might find out what Voldemort is planning. Just as Harry was pondering this he heard something he never wanted to hear.

'Harry! Help me! Please, HARRY!' Hermione was in trouble. A/N

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Until next time

Jen