Ok, please bear with me. This is my first harry Potter fanfict and I have yet to read the books. I'll start them soon. I know some people might flame me just for not reading the books, but I'll just use them for smores.

Ok, on with the story! I have seen the movies and it is Harry's fifth year. This is based strictly on what you see in the movies. Just FYI!

It was the dream again. Harry was in a very large room standing on one side with Voldemort was standing on the other side with a strange girl Harry was sure he had seen before. Harry couldn't make out her face, and didn't think she went to Hogwarts because she was wearing muggle clothes. There was one thing, only one thing that Harry could tell about the girl. She was wearing a silver necklace. She was tied to a post next to Voldemort, unable to free herself.

"Harry, run!" cried the girl. Her voice sounded stressed and broken, like she had been screaming for hours. "Save yourself! It's too late to save me! Get out of here!"

"I won't leave you," Harry called, and as he moved to run across the room to her, two Death Eaters came out and grabbed him, still holding him a good hundred feet from the girl.

"Poor Harry. You know she's right," Said Voldemort in his bone chilling voice. "Ah, but what a shame to kill such a beautiful and powerful witch." He grabbed her by the chin and made her look him straight in the eyes. "I'm going to kill her, Harry," he said releasing the girl and looking back at Harry. "And then I am going to kill you." He lifted his wand and, pointing it at the girl, said "Crucio!"

"Harry, Wake up!" yelled Hermirone as she shook Harry awake.

"O, sorry," mumbled Harry as he propped himself up on one shoulder and wiped sweat from his eyes and put on his glasses.

"You had that dream again?" asked Hermirone. Harry had told her and Ron about the dream, and none of them could figure it out.

"Yeah," said Harry as he rubbed his head. "I still can't figure out who she is. I mean, she must be important. Voldemort said she was very powerful." And very beautiful, added Harry in his mind. That last part had made him think a lot about the mystery girl.

"Well, you better get up," said Ron from the stairs. "Mum has already made breakfast, but we saved some for you."

"Only because your mum said you couldn't eat the last of it," added Hermirone, and Ron walked back down the stairs. Hermirone and Harry had stayed at the Weasley's home for the last few weeks of summer, and today they had to go to Hogwarts.

"Don't worry, I'll eat it for you," Said Harry getting out of bed and running down stairs.

"Those two will make us late," said Hermirone to herself and she got up and walked out of the room.

Sure enough, they were late to the train station. They got through the border right before it closed, and got on the train. It was mostly full, except for one empty box in the center of the car, but Harry, Ron, and Hermirone weren't the only one's late for the train. On the other side of the train, an equal distance from the empty box was Draco Malfoy. He and his gooneys also saw the empty car, and Harry and Draco started a race for the empty car. Neither wanted to share it, and that only made it worse. They started out as a walk, then they were jogging, and were almost running when the met at the empty box.

"Too bad Potter," said Draco as he reached for the handle, which was closer to him. "But it looks like the last box is mine.

"Actually, the 'last box' is mine," said a young girl's voice from inside the box. Everyone jumped in surprise at the voice. It was clearly American and not very friendly. When everyone looked at the girl, they had to do a double take. The girl was about fifteen, just like them, with brown hair tied in braids, wearing jeans and a T-shirt saying, 'By reading this you have given me brief control of your mind.' She was wearing jet-black sunglasses, and a silver necklace. "And I don't think you're all gonna fit in here."