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A/N: Well, I still haven't thought of any new ideas yet so I'm going to continue writing this, so here's the next chapter.

Chapter One: The Attack
Harry Potter sat bolt up-right in bed, images of the darkened chamber with Voldemort, Wormtail, and the other Death-Eaters swirling in his head, making him dizzy. He sat for a moment disoriented and nauseous before bits and pieces of his vision clarified and his mind snapped into focus. 'Shit!'

Groaning in pain, Harry put his hand to his forehead and flicked the light on. He located his glasses, and shoved them on clumsily as he scrambled out of bed.

He hurried over to his desk and pulled out a sheet of parchment, a quill, and a bottle of royal blue ink. Gritting his teeth against the pain in his head and, now he realized, his arm, Harry quickly wrote a letter to Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of his school.

Dumbledore,

I had a dream about Voldemort. He told Wormtail to come get me with some other Death-Eaters. I don't know when they'll get here, but it'll probably be soon.

H. P.

Harry went over to the open window and whistled sharply. Shortly, his beautiful snowy owl, Hedwig, came soaring through the window.

"Hedwig, take this to Dumbledore as fast as you can." He told her urgently. "It's important."

Sensing her owner's panic, she hooted once and took off out the window in a rush of white feathers, but as soon as Harry closed the window behind her, he knew it was useless, something told him the Death-Eaters would get here long before Dumbledore would.

Spinning away from the window, he dug through the opening under the loose floorboard by his bed. At the beginning of summer break, the Durselys had locked his trunk in the cupboard that had once served as his bedroom, but Harry had expected this and had hidden his wand, Invisibility cloak, and a few other items he wanted to keep at hand, in his clothes while he was on the Hogwarts Express, then hid them again, this time in his tiny room.

Just as his fingers brushed against his wand he heard the door downstairs burst open. 'God, that was fast!'

He quickly grabbed his wand as he heard footfalls running up the stairs and his door was blown off its hinges.

"Stupefy!"

Harry rolled away from the sparks and shot his own stunning spell as he stood up. He heard a thud, like some one falling to the ground, and some one else cursing. His Seeker reflexes were coming into play as he effortlessly stepped aside two more hexes.

By the light of his small lamp, Harry could see that the hallway outside the broken door was filled with masked Death-Eaters, all intent on capturing and handing him over to the person he hated, no loathed, most in the entire world, Lord Voldemort.

Well, he wasn't about to lie down for them. He hadn't escaped Voldemort in June just to be caught again a few weeks later.

"Expellilarmus!" Harry shouted, hitting the foremost Death-Eater and disarming him, then he stunned the same wizard, and shot the Impediment curse at the person behind him, slowing him down to where his movements became almost invisible.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

Harry ducked and yelled "Stupefy!" and "Impedimenta!" effectively taking out the two next Death-Eaters.

Because of the limited space of the doorway, they could not all come at him at once. Unfortunately, at least one of the Death-Eaters wasn't as stupid as his comrades.

"Reducto!" One of them cried and the wall to the right of the door exploded, sending dust and debris everywhere, momentarily obscuring Harry's sight and sending him tumbling to the floor to try and escape flying plaster.

Suddenly he was hit with the disarming spell and his wand slipped out of his hand.

The dogs of Voldemort started laughing, just like at the graveyard, when Voldemort was torturing him while he was tied to the headstone of Tom Riddle, the graveyard where Wormtail had killed Cedric Diggory, the graveyard where Voldemort had been reborn.

Harry suddenly felt angry. Anger and hatred at the murderers that were now surrounding him coursed through his veins. He felt hatred for Voldemort for killing his parents and so many others, he felt hatred for the Death-Eaters that tortured Neville Longbottom's parents, driving them insane, he felt hatred for Wormtail for betraying his mother and father, and for bringing back the monstrous creature who caused so much pain to innocent people.

And he would die before he let them win!

He was distantly aware of the Death-Eater's shocked cries as he felt the power building up inside of him. As the warmth of it filled him, it caused his skin to itch and tingle.

Abruptly a loud rumbling sound started and the ground started to shake, causing the floorboards to buckle and pop, the window glass shattered into little glittering shards, littering the destroyed floor. But Harry was unaware of this, he was too caught up in the sudden surge of magic that he felt and was desperately trying to contain it.

But there was too much to handle, he had to let it go. His body was starting to hurt; his muscles were burning from the strain of holding it in.

The last thing he remembered was a blast of golden-white light and a crumbling sound, before darkness flooded his mind.

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