Chapter Seven:

The Scar

Harry was sitting in a dimly lit room. He could see people all around him, but knew that they couldn't see him. He watched as someone stepped out of the crowd and said, "My Lord, my name is Lucious Malfoy. I'm not from here, but the future."

"Well, Mr. Malfoy, we have somethings to talk about," Lord Voldemort said from the center of the circle of people around him. "Come with me, Mr. Malfoy."

Harry followed them and Malfoy told Voldemort not everything in the future. Harry guessed that he was under some sort of spell or something. But, he told Voldemort who Harry Patterson and Ginny West were. Voldemort's last comment was, "Well, Mr. Potter. I will get rid of you, mark my words."

Harry woke up and found himself screaming. Ginny was next to him, her face white. "Ginny! What are you doing here?" He exclaimed.

"Well, you know your earring, I have the pair to it, and they're charmed so that I know when you are in danger. What happened?" Ginny asked.

"I had another vision. I haven't been keeping up with my occlumency, because Voldemort's gone. Anyway, Lucious Malfoy is here, and he told Voldemort who we really are. Voldemort wants to kill me, Ginny. That's his latest plot."

"Oh my god Harry. If he kills you now, before you're born, then, well, I don't know what will happen!"

"Great. Well, let me think about it. Go back to bed."

"Good-night, then."

"Bye, Gin."

The next day, Harry noticed that both Lily and James were wearing charms. 'Good job Gin,' He thought, smiling to himself.

After his class of Gryffendor first years, Bill Weasley approached him. "Erm-sir," He said.

"Bill, you know to call me Harry outside of class. Anyway, what do you want?" Harry asked kindly.

"Well, in class, I noticed something on your forehead. It's like a cut or something."

"What does it look like?" Harry was worried. He was positive it was his scar.

"Well, it's shaped like a lightning bolt. Exactly like the one on your earring. Sorry to bring you the bad news, it sounds like, but I think you should go to Madame Pomfrey. She can fix anything. Just like my Mom."

"Thanks Bill, I think I will. Anyway, you'd better head off to class, you won't want to be late."

"Okay, bye Harry."

Harry rushed off to his room to look at his scar. He knew it was hopeless to try and cover it up. He had already tried that many times. He continued on with his day, just informing anyone who asked that it was just a cut, and nothing to worry about.

Harry had his usual nightmare again. Obviously, Malfoy had told Voldemort about the scar, and Voldemort was taunting him.

Ginny had been awoken by her lightning bolt charm. She figured that Harry was having nightmares again. After ten minutes of it, she walked down towards his room, whispered the password, and walked towards the screaming Harry. Standing beside his bed, she tried to wake him, but failed. No matter what she did, she couldn't get him to respond.

She touched his scar, which was bleeding, and felt as if she was being sucked into his head, through it.

She saw Harry standing beside her, hiding. "Ginny! What are you doing here?" He hissed.

"I-" Ginny started.

"Never mind. You have to get out of here, he'll hurt you." Harry sounded truly worried.

"How?" She asked.

Harry thought for a moment then said, "Just pull your hand away from my scar. Then, give me a calming draft and wake me up."

Ginny repeated, "How?"

"I dunno. Ron and Hermione always woke me up."

"Great, the ones that are dead."

"You'll find a way. Now, go!"

Ginny pulled her hand away from his head, and fell onto the floor, back beside Harry's bed.

"God, Ron, Hermione, what am I supposed to do to wake him up?" She asked herself.

To her surprise, a voice, which sounded like Ron's, rang in her head, "How am I supposed to know, Gin? I never woke him up; it was the other way around, with his bloody screaming."

Then, a voice like Hermione's rang through her head, "Urg, I'm sick of all the talk about Wonky Faints, Firebolts, and Quidditch. It's all rubbish! They talk about it as if it's the only thing that could bring back the dead! And, they should be doing their homework, anyway."

Ginny pondered the words, then cried, "Thank-you Ron! Thank-you Hermione! It's perfect!"

She gave Harry a calming draft, like he instructed her to, and levitated him onto his broom, the Firebolt, and flew outside. "Shoot. I can't do the Wronski Feint! What am I supposed to do now, 'Mione?"

Hermione's voice said, "Of course you'll be good at it; it's in your blood."

"Er-you've lost me." Ginny received no answer, so then she pondered it aloud. "Well, Harry's good at lots of things, which his parents are. But-of course! She was just talking about Quidditch, so for that I need James!"

She flew to Gryffendor Tower, and found the window that belonged to the Seventh Year Boys. She tried to open it, but failed; they had locked it. She started conjuring rocks, throwing them at the window. To her relief, a half-asleep Sirius came to the window. He opened it, then called out, "Oi! You! The one with the rocks! Stop it! We're trying to get our beauty sleep in here!"

"Shut up Sirius! You don't need beauty sleep…plus, I thought only girls did that! Anyway, I need James' help! Can you get him here for me?" Ginny yelled back.

"Prongsie! Miss Ginny wants you! Get to the window now, so the rest of us sane people can get some sleep!"

Ginny watched as another figure stumbled over towards the window. "Whad-oo-wan'?" It asked.

"Can you do the Wronski Feint?"

"Yeah-why?"

"I need you to come out here and do one for me now. It's a matter of life and death, so I'd kinda like you to hurry up!"

"In the mor'in'?"

"No, now!"

"Wha'ver. Come 'ere."

Ginny flew towards him, and he hopped on, almost falling off the other side. She flew them towards the Quidditch Pitch, got off then yelled, "What ever happens, keep going!"

"Mmk. Wha' 'bout 'arry?"

"He needs to stay on. That's the reason you're doing this for me."

James flew up. Twenty-five feet. Fifty feet. Seventy-five feet. At one hundred feet, the calming draft Ginny gave Harry wore off.

"No! Get away from me! Leave me alone! Not that! Let me go!" He yelled.

"Ginny, what's happening?" James called down, sounding scared.

"Just keep going!" Ginny yelled back, over Harry.

James continued, trying to block out the screaming from behind him. Once he reached one hundred and fifty feet, he dived. They reached the ground within thirty seconds. Luckily, James was good enough at the dive, that he pulled out in time. Ginny let out the breath she didn't know she was holding, when Harry said, "Where am I? Ginny? Did you save me? Thanks, but, where are we? Who are you?"

"James. Er-can I go back to bed?"

"Yeah. Let's all go."

Ginny jumped onto the broom, kicked off, and flew to James' room. She dropped him off, went to Harry's dropped him off, and finally retired to her room. Restless, she went down to the Common Room, to think.

But, it wasn't empty. "Hey. I couldn't fall asleep. Flying always gets my adrenaline going. You?"

Ginny looked at James' face, shadowed by the firelight. "I'm just worried about Harry. I hope he doesn't fall back asleep, because I don't want to go on another rescue mission."

"Yeah, because I'll probably be needed again." James laughed, then stopped. "What was wrong with Harry?"

"It's hard to explain. Really, the only thing I can tell you, is that it has to do with Voldemort."

"Well, that really lowers it down." Ginny couldn't tell if James was being sarcastic or not.

"The only thing we can do is hope that it doesn't happen again." Ginny clutched her bracelet. "Dang it! I spoke too soon. I'll see you later James."

Ginny ran out; then, a very curious, and slightly suspicious James followed, using a disillusionment charm.

In his room, Harry was running around, cursing, hexing, and jinxing everything in sight. As soon as Ginny entered and saw this, she yelled, "Stupefy!" Harry fell into a heap on the ground. Ginny walked over to him and slapped his face. "Get out Harry. Get out. Don't let him win. Enneverate."

Harry's eyes flickered open. "He had control of me. And, he's going to kill my parents now, before I'm born. I'll be wiped from existence." James stared at Harry, not knowing what to think. "Illusionment. What are you doing here James?"

Harry had taken away James' disguise, revealing the fact that he was listening in.

"I don't like nosey people James. Obliviate!" James' face had gotten a dreamy look on it. "Stupefy. Take him to his dormitory, Ginny. I'll try and figure out a solution to our problem."

As Ginny left, Harry flopped onto one of his cushiony armchairs, and thought about a way to save his parents.