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Chapter 1- Brain Mosh

Harry sighed frustrated. He ran his hands through his messy sweaty hair. He pulled his clinging t-

shirt over his head as he stumbled out of his bed. He had the same nightmare he had every night.

He watched as Ron ran and the others scattered in all directions, as Hermione fell, as Neville

dived, as they all fought, as Sirius laughed until he was squared in the chest and disappeared

behind that flowing veil, as Voldemort took him over. He slammed his fist into the wall as he

walked towards the bathroom. It was 4:30 in the morning and he had fallen asleep at 2. Harry

turned on the hot water full blast as he stripped of the rest of his sweaty clothing.

Harry didn't know why he even bothered sleeping. He stepped into the shower as he drew the

curtain shut. It seemed as if Harry had two paths that ended eventually in the same direction. Do

what he wants and what's easy or doing what was right. Even now after all was out on the table

Harry wasn't sure which path was which. He hung his head as he let the water drip down his

face. Harry knew he wasn't very likely to win this already lost battle but he was going to fight.

This is what confused Harry. At what level do I become Voldemort? Harry wants to kill him as

much as he wants to kill Harry. Plus Harry sought revenge the death of the bastard and his clan.

If Voldemort thought this was going to be easy he better think again. He was going to use

Voldemort as his punching bag before the got down and dirty with magic. He was just going to

swing at everything he could reach. Harry suddenly got an head splitting pain through his scar.

Harry tried to steady himself with the wall but fell and hit his head on the metal soap holder

leaving a heavy cut just above Harry's cheek bone and below his eye. "Crap" he muttered as he

thought. Harry stepped out of the shower. In brain mosh mode.

By the time Harry got out of the shower it was 5:15 and Ron stirred at Harry's steps. Ron was

normally a heavy sleeper but with all the things going on he was on edge. The Burrow was these

days. He thoughts then flittered to Ginny his best mates sister and his ex girlfriend. She wasn't

talking to him at the moment and seemed to be depressed. Harry prayed to Merlin not on his

account. He pulled on his clothes to pass some time and looked at his calender. It was July 27th

Bill and Fleur's wedding day.

Harry finally nodded off around 6. Someone was shaking him hard. He jumped up knocking them

over. He fixed his glasses and saw Ginny standing by the door and Hermione on the floor.

"Oh, watcher Hermione!" Harry got up to help her. Hermione smiled.

"Good Morning Harry, Ms.Weasley told us to wake you up only 3 hour till the wedding!" Harry grunted and shoved Ron out of bed.

Ron stood at his height of 6'3'' while Harry looked up at him at about 6'. His ear as red as his hair.

"You mind? I'm in my knickers!" He said as he shooed the girls out. Both who exited a bit disturbed at the thought of their brother and best friend in his boxers.

Harry laughed and said "You ready for this huge event, Your mum will be bothering us for help soon?"

Ron threw in a sarcastic smile and mocked his mom "Ronald be a dear and be my slave?" Ron got

down on his knees and said quite enthusiastically "Oh yes master of the-" he got cut off by Mrs. Weasley "Ronald that's enough start helping the family with the decorations. You to Harry, dear."

Both Harry and Ron stared after her and said "How does she do that!" in disbelief.