Chapter 13

(The Unlucky Chapter)

Sorry this chapter is so short

"Happy Birthday," yelled several voices as the lights in the house suddenly came on.

"Happy birthday, son," James said patting Harry on the back.

"Happy birthday, mate," said Ron coming up to him.

"Did we surprise you, Harry?" asked Hermione giving Harry a kiss on the cheek.

Hermione was dressed in a pair of tight dark blue jeans, a ruby red t-shirt, and black tennis shoes. Her long golden brown hair was pulled back into a high ponytail.

"Yes," Harry said with a smile.

Hermione slipped her hand into his and leaned against his shoulder. "Ah, come on, Hermione," whined Ron. "Knock it off."

Ron was dressed in a pair of loose blue jeans, a blue sweater, and blue tennis shoes.

"You had your chance, Ronald Weasley," said Hermione. "Now I'm with Harry. Get use to it."

"Someone's at the front door," said Lily as she dashed into the kitchen. "Would someone please get it."

"I've got it," Sirius said hurrying out of the room. "It's Peter."

"What's he doing here?" asked Lupin looking at James.

"I don't know," James said. "Let's go take a look. Harry, why don't you take Ron and Hermione up to your room."

"Yes, sir," Harry said turning to his friends. "Let's go."

"Okay," said Hermione as Harry led the way.

As they entered the bedroom, a blood-curdling scream ran through the house. They spun around, as the door slammed shut, sending icy chills down their spins. Harry grabbed the doorknob and tried to pull open the door. Once that didn't work he pulled out his wand.

"Alohomora," said Harry pointing his wand at the lock.

Ron grabbed the doorknob and turned it. "It won't budge, mate," he said. "We're locked in here."

"Someone must have put a room-sealing spell on your bedroom," Hermione said looking around the room. "Let's go out the window."

Harry hurried over to the window and threw it open. "Come on, let's go," he said.

"You go first, Harry," Ron said.

"Okay," Harry said climbing out the window onto the roof. "Your turn, Hermione."

"Hurry, someone's coming," Ron said as the sound of footsteps got louder.

Once Hermione was outside, Ron practically jumped out the window. As Harry touched the ground, an angry yell came from his room. They quickly made their way to the road that went up to the house.

"There they are," came a rough voice from behind them.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron all spun around and there, running towards them, were about twenty Death Eaters. Each draped in their black robes with their wands raised, ready to attack.

"Run," Harry said as he turned to run.

There, standing before them, were ten more Death Eaters and a tall, thin man draped in an emerald cloak. At his feet was a large green and black python with glowing ruby eyes. The man in the emerald cloak slowly walked over to them. His eyes were covered but Harry knew who he was.

"Voldemort," said Harry.

"Harry Potter, it's been a while," said Voldemort with a sneer. "My, what a pretty young woman you have here."

As Voldemort stepped closer to Hermione, Harry grabbed her and pushed her behind him. "Don't touch her," growled Harry as he pulled out his wand.

"Do you really think you can beat me?" hissed Voldemort pointing his own wand at Harry. "There's no one who can save you now, boy. Your parents are dead, so is your godfather, that retched werewolf, and now you and your friends will be joining them. Avada Kadavra."

Suddenly, a flash of bright green light shot out of Voldemort's wand towards them. Harry spun around and pulled Hermione to him to protect her.

The next thing he knew, he was lying in bed back in Ron's room. Icy sweat dripped down his face as he sat up. His body was cold and numb as he climbed out of bed. As he looked outside, he watched the sun climb over the mountains and light up the land. Harry sighed and decided to get dressed before going down to the kitchen.

As he entered the kitchen, he saw the tip of a dark blue cloak as the back door closed. He quickly hurried out of the house after the owner of the cloak. His eyes quickly scanned the land and there, sitting on the ground looking into the sky, was the same little girl he had seen the day Hermione's parents and her had come to visit.

"Who are you?" asked Harry before she could disappear.