Well this year is NOT getting off to a good start… my friends' dad died of cancer on Thursday. NOT COOL!

AND our school musical is Pippin and we watched the movie of the Broadway show to see what it was like. It is, erm… not very… umm school appropriate? Fist off for its stupidity, second because of the "sexual related content". It's too bad I made the cast really…

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Harry woke up to Katherine shaking him, just as he saw in the basin. He yelled in surprise and sat up automatically pressing his hand over his scar. Aunt Sara was right behind her. "What happened?" he asked and Aunt Sara, who did not look like she liked being woken up so early.

She shook her head replying, "You started to scream a few minutes ago, we came in and it looked like you had some sort of horrible headache."

Harry paled a little bit and said, "be right back…" and ran to the bathroom. He saw a window on the way there and he discovered that it was still dark outside. First off he ran to the bathroom thinking he might puke, second to think everything out in privet now that he had his first dream about Voldemort since his fifth year. Even as he went through the door the burn had already lessened slightly.

Then Harry started to think. Was Voldemort looking at him right now? He shuddered at the thought. How exactly was he able to find him? Voldemort cut his finger and a drop of his blood was mixed in to a potion, how would that find him? That's when he remembered. Voldemort's blood was Harry's' blood too. He probably used that potion to trace blood types or something.

Feeling slightly less queasy he looked at himself in the mirror. Surprising him quite a bit, he saw his scar was clear as day on his forehead. After a pause, he quickly grabbed his wand and said the indication. Nothing happened. He tried again, still nothing. He was forced to do the acne spell, and it did work slightly. Not as good as the first jinks though. He pressed his bangs over it, took a deep calming breath and walked back out; the girls probably had some questions.

The two girls were in the living room waiting for him. They both rounded on him at the same time. Harry couldn't make out the jumble of words thrown at him. "Wait- slow down please." He decided he still wasn't going to tell them who he was, just in case Voldemort didn't know where he was still, only the room he was in. First Katherine went. "Are you okay?" she asked worried. Harry answered, "Yea, I'm okay," he edited out the "for now" part.

Then Aunt Sara asked, "What happened?" he took a breath and said, "I had a bad dream."

Sara continued, "Bad dream! I have never herd of someone screaming in pain in a dream. I think I need to check you over. You may be more sick than we think." Harry reluctantly let her check him over, even though he knew it really was not a bad dream, but a vision.

After she found nothing wrong with him she made tea for the three of them. As they were sipping it in silence Katherine suddenly said, "You're such a mystery Neville." And left it at that. Harry barely herd her though, he was too lost in thought. He needed to get away from here, that's all he knew. If Voldemort came in here and killed both Sara and Katherine he would never forgive himself. After much thought, he decided to run away the next night.

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The next day went by awkwardly. Harry didn't say much and luckily Katherine and Aunt Sara didn't try to make much of a conversation either. He still enjoyed his last day with them though. It went by too fast for his liking. Before he knew it, it was dark, and they were bidding each other goodnight.

Harry went to bed fully dressed and waited until Aunt Sara came and checked on him like she did every night. After she left he waited about a half an hour and then quietly, got out of bed. He really hated leaving them like this. He thought about leaving them a note, but decided that it would take to much time.

He tiptoed past Aunt Sara's room and then looked in to Katherine's. She didn't close her door so he stood in the doorway looking at her. She looked peaceful when she slept, compared to her tragic past. His scar throbbed. If Voldemort was looking at him now, he better show him that he was leaving and he shouldn't bother with Katherine and Sara. He sighed and looked at the living room he grew to know one last time. Then he creped over to the back door and opened it, slowly, as he was about to step out, he suddenly herd a voice ring out in the silence, "Neville? Where are you going?" Harry nearly jumped out of his skin. He whirled around to see Katherine peaking her head out her doorway. "Are going to leave?" she asked sadly, looking at the slightly jarred back door and the fully dressed Harry.

Harry didn't know what to say, "Ummm," he replied. Katherine filled in his gaps. "You could have just told us you know. We would have let you leave, even give you supplies for the trip." Harry sighed and kept silent, looking at the dirt on the floor. It seemed like she didn't notice she just put Harry in a very awkward situation. After a pause she asked "Are you leaving because last night?" She asked referring to his dream.

Harry decided to tell the truth, or part of it. "Yeah," he paused. "If I stay here I don't think you guys will be safe…" he said.

Katherine looked surprised. "What?" She asked.

Harry quickly said, "No questions asked, I'm sorry but I have to leave tonight…" but right as he said that there was an urgent knock on the front door.

Then a woman's voice yelled "Katherine, Sara! Wake up!" Katherine hurriedly went to the door and opened it. Standing there was a woman, with he brownish black hair pulled in to a tight bun and whom he recognized as Paige behind her. They both looked extremely pale.

"Mrs. Jillian!" Katherine exclaimed and opened the door wider.

Mrs. Jillian said "No time, that one wizard, the evil one… He's here! Go wake your Aunt!" Katherine did so with out question.

Soon they were both standing in the hall in their pajamas. Mrs. Jillian cried, "Sara! We only just got away, we ran here warning everyone, I don't know what its about, He said something about Harry Potter…" She paused and nearly collapsed from exhaustion. Harry had the little warning bells ringing in his head. Sara quickly gave her some tea she conjured from her wand. Apparently the Jillian's knew that she was a witch, because they weren't surprised by her actions, but a little awed.

Sara then said, "Please tell me what's the matter."

Since her mother didn't seem like she was going to talk for a while, Paige spoke up instead, her voice a little shaky, " We woke up to our neighbors house exploding, not knowing it at the time of course. We went outside to see what was the matter, and to our horror, we saw not only 'Death Eaters', but that- you-know-who guy too. We quickly ran out of our back door, so he wouldn't see us, but we herd him yell before he ruined our house," She shook her head as if trying to clear her thoughts, "He said that he would not stop until he found Harry Potter."

There was a dead silence through out the room. Harry's brain seemed to turn off. This is exactly what he hoped wouldn't happen. What brought him out of his shock was his scar burning so bad that he jumped. He tried to not look suspicious. Voldemort was close, getting closer all the time.

His brain switched in to emergency mode and so he took action. "What are we waiting for? You need to get out of the house, hide in the cornfield, get as far away as possible from here." He paused. "You might want some supplies, just in case, you know…" He finished awkwardly. There was a pause as everyone took in what he meant and then they all got up at once, and started to bustle around for supplies.

As the booming that used to be off in the distance grown louder and louder, Harry helped them get together food, water, sleeping bags and tents. They all practically ran for the back door when Paige saw the Death Eaters through the window, still ways off in the distance.

Harry knew what he had to do. He stayed behind the group and as everybody started to run in to the cornfield he ran along the edge of the field instead, going down to the road.

This had gone far enough, he had caused too much disaster, too much pain. It had to stop. He was not scared, all he was thinking was he had to get Voldemort away from here. He still didn't have a plan but he was going to some how do it.

Suddenly something interrupted his thoughts, "Neville! Where do you think you're going!" screamed Katherine running after him.

Harry was about to tell her to turn back and not worry about him but then Aunt Sara came in to view. "Katherine? What are you doing," she yelled obviously not seeing Harry.

Katherine reached him said in a strangled sort of whisper "What are you trying to do? Get yourself killed? We need to get out of here!" She eyed the Death Eaters that were now only a few blocks away. Aunt Sara reached them at that point and grabbed them both by the arms. With out saying a word she started running back in to field but Harry pulled himself out of her grip and whispered, "Go!" Aunt Sara only looked back, but kept going. Suddenly, Katherine pulled herself out of her Aunts grip also and ran back to Harry.

She grabbed him and whispered, "What the hell do you think you are doing?" The Death Eaters were now just a half of a block away and the two of them were plain in sight. For a second they just looked in to each other's eyes. Harry couldn't have her seen. With out a thought he pushed her back in to the stalks as Death Eaters came to a halt a few yards away.

Harry watched, as though it was not from his own eyes as they all separated from their perfect little organized circle. In the middle of it was no other that Lord Voldemort himself.

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