A/N: Ok, this is my first fanfic and overall I like to write stories. Hope you enjoy it and don't forget to review.

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Two hooded figures were in a dark building. Their burgundy cloaks went all the way to the ground and underneath their cloaks, they wore Muggle clothing: jeans and black t-shirts. They were standing over a snake that was standing up (if snakes could stand) and hissing at them.

"At last," the young man said, his dark grey eyes gleaming.

He was a very handsome man with paleish skin, grey eyes, and brown hair so dark, it looked black. He was very tall and muscular. He was probably in his late twenties or early thirties.

"Shall I kill it?" the young woman beside him asked.

The young woman was very pretty as well. She had sleek, wire straight dark hair down past her shoulders. She was slightly tan and had beautiful hazel eyes. Her naturally reddish full lips were smiling slightly. She was around seventeen.

"I thought you were afraid of snakes," the young man joked.

Her naturally coral cheeks turned a shade redder.

"Yes," she whispered in reply. "But this is Nagini; the last Horcrux."

The young man nodded.

"Avada Kedavra," the young woman said quietly, thus killing Nagini, the snake.

However, after the snake died, a great black smoke appeared and the dead snake suddenly burst into a green fire. It smelt like burnt rubber.

"Now Voldemort can be killed," the young man said.

"Oh, I'm not so sure of that," a cold voice behind the two said leeringly.

The young man and woman spun around, knowing the voice well.

"Draco Malfoy," the young woman said with a sneer.

"Rachel and William Bazil," Malfoy said. "The Dark Lord will be pleased."

"The last time we met, Malfoy," William replied, his eyes flashing, "you didn't win. This time will be no different."

"Oh, but it will," said Malfoy, his sneer deepening. "This time I'm not alone."

Suddenly, a group of people in black cloaks encircled them. A man with pale, pale skin and evil red eyes wearing a green robe was at the head.

The two siblings did not show a trace of fear.

"Well, well, well," Rachel said scathingly. "Voldemort and his Death Eaters. What a displeasure it is to meet you all."

"You dare speak to us like that!" hatefully exclaimed a woman with heavy-lidded eyes and black hair. "You fil-"

"Oh, please shut up," Rachel yawned. "You are the most boring creature I've ever had to unfortunately meet, Bellatrix Lestrange."

Voldemort laughed his evil high-pitched laugh. A lesser man than Rachel or William would have quivered, but both looked him squarely in the eye.

"Well," Voldemort said softly, approaching the siblings, "you are far braver than I expected you both to be."

"And you're more of a coward than I expected you to be," William said when he and Voldemort were face to face. "Can't take on us yourself, can you? You need all of your pathetic followers to aid you."

Voldemort's eyes widened in anger and the Death Eaters hissed at William's remarks.

"You dare call the greatest wizard of all time a coward?" Voldemort whispered.

Rachel laughed coldly.

"You're the greatest wizard?" she laughed.

Voldemort wheeled on her.

"CRU-" he began.

Rachel was too quick for him.

"SILENCIO!" she exclaimed and Voldemort couldn't speak.

"Run!" William yelled as he took her hand.

The Death Eaters were stunned and were too slow to try to fire spells at them. The siblings had already left the room and were rushing down the stairs as fact as they could.

"AFTER THEM!" Bellatrix screamed and raced down the never ending stairs.

"This dratted building! Why can't we Apparate out of here!" William exclaimed.

Rachel didn't reply. They finally got down to the landing of the stairs, but Voldemort and Malfoy were waiting for them.

"You take Malfoy," William whispered to Rachel, who nodded in reply.

William and Voldemort began fighting and before Malfoy could bat an eye, Rachel screamed, "CRUCIO!"

He began experiencing the most excruciating pain he ever felt in his entire life. Malfoy began screaming over and over again. He called for his mother it hurt so much and began to cry. Suddenly, the pain stopped. Malfoy fell to his knees and fainted. A/N: It's part of the story, so shut up and leave me alone. Meanwhile, Rachel was watching her brother and Voldemort fight. Voldemort was unconscious, but began to stir.

"Rachel, go!" William yelled. "Go to Hogwarts! You'll be safe there! Protect Harry Potter! He's all that matters now!"

"But-"

"NO BUTS!" he roared. "My time is over. I love you, Rachel."

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort screamed.

William fell to the floor in a heap, dead. Rachel ran out the door, sobbing. Once she was outside, she Apparated. She didn't even have time to notice the smoky Dark Mark above the building.

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Harry Potter woke with a start. He rolled over in his bed, trying to remember his dream. The only thing he could remember was a female voice whispering alluringly, "Come back to Hogwarts, Harry. I need you and the Wizarding World needs you. Come back to Hogwarts."

That was all he remembered. Below him, Ron groaned. Harry had stayed at the Dursley's a week after he got out of school, then Mr. and Mrs. Weasley came to pick up Harry and his luggage. The Dursley's were glad to be rid of Harry so soon, but were also frightened of the Weasleys. Once again, Floo powder was used to leave Number 4 Privet Drive.

Now he was sharing a room with Ron. Hermione was with Ginny and all of the Weasley family was in the house to celebrate Bill and Fleur's wedding. Harry rolled over and smiled. Bill was marrying the girl Ron had a crush on three years ago… it was pure irony. The wedding would be today.

Once again Harry's thoughts drew back to his dream. Harry had decided at the end of the last school year that he wasn't going to go back to Hogwarts. But now Harry found himself changing his mind.

The Wizarding World needs you, Harry thought.

Was this true? Did the Wizarding World really need him to return to Hogwarts?

I need you…

The voice danced in his head. Who was this person? Did he know her?

Suddenly, the door opened, interrupting Harry's train of thought. It was Fred and George in their pjs.

"Wake up, you lazy bums!" Fred yelled.

"If we can't sleep, neither can you two," George said while shaking Ron awake.

"What time is it?" Ron yawned.

"About 9," Fred answered.

Harry climbed down the ladder of the bunk bed. Ron was sitting on the bed, putting on his socks.

"When's the wedding?" Harry asked. "No one told me when it was."

"Fleur said it would be at sunset," said George, shaking his head.

"She's here now?" Harry asked.

Fleur hadn't been present while Harry was at the Weasleys.

"Yep," Fred replied. "And she bought us all dress robes."

"Oh no," Ron groaned. "I hope she didn't get me maroon."

Ron shuddered as the thought of the lacy maroon dress robes his mother got him three years ago for the Yule Ball.

"Nah," Harry said. "I don't think Fleur would want her family to think we were peonies."

"Shut up," Ron said, his ears turning slightly pink.

"Aww… ickle Ronnekins is going to be the flower boy," Fred said in a girly voice.

Ron hit Fred with a pillow and at that moment Mrs. Weasley walked in the room.

"Ronald Weasley!" she exclaimed. "The pillows are for resting your head on, not for hitting your brothers!"

Ron turned very red and set down his pillow. Harry, Fred, and George tried hard to keep in their laughter.

"Here are your dress robes," Mrs. Weasley said after giving Ron a glowering look. "Don't put them on until the wedding."

She passed the robes to the boys. Ron's robes were dark blue, Harry's were gray, Fred's were beige, and George's were tan. The boys put the robes in a row on Ron's bed.

After they did this, Harry, Ron, Fred, and George followed Mrs. Weasley downstairs for breakfast. The rest of the people in the house were already eating and talking at the table. Harry sat down next to Hermione, who was next to Ginny. Ginny turned slightly pink, but nobody noticed.

It was an odd experience for Harry to have all of the Weasley family in the same house at the same time. All of the Wealsey's had red hair and most were slightly eccentric. Harry didn't join in the conversation with most of the Weasley family unless they directly asked him a question. The reason for this was the discussions jumped all over the place and once Harry had gotten a hold of what they were speaking of, the subject changed. So, Harry spent most of his meals eating, listening, and talking to Ron and Hermione.

"My parents wrote to me this morning that we have a new neighbor," Hermione said while buttering her toast. "Her name's Rachel Dalton."

"So?" Ron asked after taking a swig of orange juice.

"She's not a Muggle," Hermione replied. "She's about 17 and she's gotten an owl like the one we all received informing us of our acceptance into Hogwarts.

"You think she's going to be a new student?" Harry asked.

Hermione took a bite of her toast and thought.

"Possibly," she replied. "Although I guess it's not the best time. It's N.E.W.T. year."

"How do you know she's not a Muggle?" Ron asked.

Hermione shrugged, "My parents just have a feeling. But besides that one owl, there's no proof."

Suddenly, Ron asked, "Why do we care, though? We're not going back to Hogwarts."

After that, the subject dropped and no one said anything else about Hermione's new neighbor.

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It was sunset and all of the Weasleys were sitting on benches outside. There was a wide aisle with a red carpet going down it, leading to a wood arch covered with honeysuckle, fragrant white orchids, and night jasmine. An official from the Ministry of Magic was standing on a podium behind the arch, but centered. Bill, dressed in dark green robes, was standing on the left side of the official, looking down the aisle. He was still scarred from the werewolf attack, but most of it had gone down. Thankfully, Bill did not become a werewolf. On Bill's side, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley sat in front, along with various aunts and uncles. In the second row sat Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, and George. The rest of the Weasley family sat in the other rows behind Harry's row. Charlie was the best man and Fleur's sister, Gabrielle, was the maid of honor.

Fleur began to come down the aisle. Everyone gasped as they saw her. Beautiful didn't describe her. Neither did gorgeous. Fleur was dazzling in billowy and light white silk. Her low neckline was adorned with tiny diamonds. Her dress was a halter type and her whole pale back was showing. Her bouquet consisted of pink peonies and lilacs. Fleur had little jewelry, except for platinum chandelier earrings that looked like leaves.

She finally got to the arch and stood next to Charlie. It was almost dark now and candles suddenly flickered on. Harry suddenly noticed that many of the Order of the Phoenix members were in the very back benches, watching the procession.

The actual ceremony was much shorter than Muggle weddings because there was nothing religious. The Ministry official did give a speck about the greatness of love and how marriage was a solemn occasion. The rings were exchanged after taking vows and a marriage license was signed.

The official finally said, "You may now kiss the bride."

And that was that. Bill and Fleur were now Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Shortly after, there was an enormous feast and then Mr. Weasley put on some old records for dancing. Harry, Ron, and Hermione used this opportunity to talk (During the feast they couldn't have a proper conversation, because Ron's mouth was always full of food).

"I've been thinking," Harry said. "Maybe we should go back to Hogwarts."

The three of them were sitting at the table outside, but their chairs were turned so they could watch everyone dance.

Ron looked at Harry, "But mate, I thought that nothing could change your mind about not going back? What happened?"

Harry took a sip of pumpkin juice, wondering what to say. He decided to tell part of the truth.

"I had a dream," Harry slowly replied. "Voldemort was at Hogwarts."

"What about the Horcruxes?" Hermione asked. "Even if Voldemort does come to Hogwarts (Which gives you an opportunity to kill him), he can't be destroyed without the Horcruxes being gone."

Harry sighed. Then, he remembered something.

"What about R.A.B.?" Harry whispered. "This person may have destroyed the Horcruxes already. If they did, it would be a waste of time to look for them and not kill Voldemort right away."

"But Harry, we can't take that chance," Hermione said in an urgent voice, "If there are still Horcruxes out there and Voldemort does come to Hogwarts, you won't be able to defeat him and you'll be killed."

"Wow, Hermione," Ron said, genuinely shocked. "I thought I'd never see the day you didn't want to go back to school. I thought the end of the world would come sooner."

"Ronald, shut up," Hermione sharply answered. "Killing Voldemort is more important than me being in school."

"Hermione," Harry said firmly. "I've made up my mind. I'm going back."

Hermione frowned slightly, but said, "We'll come back with you them. I hope you're right, Harry."