Chapter Four: The Wedding

The next day was rough for everyone in the Weasley home, but mostly for Harry. He couldn't bear having Ginny mad at him but he still couldn't bring himself to agree with her.

"Harry dear, could you bring that vase outside for me?" Mrs. Weasley's voice brought Harry back from his thoughts. She was pointing to a large, pink, glass vase on the kitchen table.

Harry shook his head then answered, "Sure, no problem." He picked up the vase carefully and headed for the door. With the large flowers at the top he couldn't see in front of him. As he started out to the garden in the back Harry's foot hit the step in front of him and he started to fall forward.

"Watch out!" Hermione hurried over and caught the vase as it fell from his hands. Harry, on the other hand, and fell face first onto the ground.

"Harry, are you alright?" Hermione set the vase on the table next to her and kneeled down next to him.

Harry's mind was a mess. His vision blurred and he felt unconsciousness taking over. He laid back down on the ground, his face in the dirt, as the darkness covered his vision. He could hear faint words being shouted at him as he took his last look around.

Several hours later-

A man with a long, black cape was walking toward a smaller man with a face that somehow resembled a rat's. When the man with the cape spoke, his icy voice echoed in the small, dungeon like room.

"Wormtail, did you acquire what I asked for?" The man had piercing, red eyes that stared into Wormtail's small, marble like eyes.

Wormtail lowered himself farther to the ground at the man's feet. He held up a small piece of paper with writing on the front. The red eyed man took the paper into his own hands and looked down at it. He laughed to himself then turned to Wormtail.

"Tell the others to be ready. We're going to a party tomorrow." He laughed again and dropped the paper at Wormtail's feet.

Harry sat bolt up. Sweat dotted his forehead as he searched around him to find where he was. He sighed as he recognized the flaming reds and oranges around him. He fell back onto the many pillows under his head.

His head was spinning and even though he could see clearly the colors around him seemed to be blending together. He put his hand to the scar on his forehead. That dream, it was of Voldemort and Wormtail. He was sure that they were after him again. But what were they planning? They didn't know where he was.

Then with a realization so strong he fell out of the bed with a loud thud, Harry looked out the window. The wedding and party from his dream, they were one in the same. He jumped up and started to step forward but the wooziness from earlier made him fall back onto the bed again. But he had to warn the others. The wedding was now only a few hours away.