"I hope you're right, Potter. We're both screwed if we get caught."

Anna caught the words as the girl stalked past the bed and headed towards a silver beaded bag while Harry disappeared back into the kitchen and soon came back out with another mug in hand, which he handed to her. The scent of a herbal tea hit her nose while the one called Potter set it on the floor beside her and went to stand outside, his friend coming up soon afterward and handing her some clothes which she took with a silent, confused look.

"Take them. They might fit," Was the explanation as they were passed over. She held up a hand as Anna opened her mouth and added, "In case you haven't noticed, England is one of the countries where people have to wear clothes."

"So's America." Came the gritted answer as Anna stood, took the clothes and looked around before Hermione pointed to a door off the kitchen. Shooting her a thankful look, Anna soon disappeared while she cleaned the soot off her body then dressed in the clothes that felt like they just about fit as she pulled the t-shirt down and tried to do something with her hair. Her powers felt alien after 25 years as a human and the way she'd gotten them back hadn't really what she'd intended, had she actually wanted to reinsert the power. She couldn't tell these kids just what she was; that is if she stayed or was wanted. It was risky enough that she'd landed, or crashed, here in the first place as she pulled her hair up from her face and tied it off with a hair elastic she found lying around.

As she worked, she could hear the two kids talking outside with hushed voices about what would happen. The male sounded worried, stressed, and kept mentioning someone they kept referring to as 'Dumbledore' and someone else, but the name never reached her ears as she stepped out of the bathroom and caught them both huddled over a necklace of some sort. Clearing her throat, she watched as they snatched the necklace away from where it had been laying and they looked at her with similar startled looks.

Anna stood there awkwardly as they scrutinized her but it soon passed as the boy cleared his throat and scratched his neck, looking away and to his friend who watched with caution.

"I've already said you don't need to fear me," Anna began, noticing this and straightening up, "And I don't plan on sticking around anyway."

She walked towards the tent flap and stepped outside into the rain that had started in the past hour and carried on walking before they could even react; almost flying off when she'd reached an acceptable distance from the two when the boy shouted to her.

"Wait! You don't know what's out there…"

Voldemort

Tom Marvolo Riddle, more commonly known to his followers as The Dark Lord or Lord Voldemort, wasn't happy. The body of the last person who'd managed to incur his wrath lay at his feet as his beloved snake feasted and he put away his loyal Yew wand.

The news he'd received about a light flying over the Pennine Mountains gave him little information but that it set a jolt of fear running through his veins as he turned away from Nagini's meal and started pacing. His followers who were gathered before him followed his every move silently, their faces pensive as he stopped in front of a grand fireplace and stood there, back faced towards the group, hands clasped firmly in the small as he stared into the mirror above the mantelpiece. One would think that he was admiring the splendor of the frame until he calmly turned and looked to his followers, three in particular. Once slicked back hair now stood in rough frizzed curls above the man's robed shoulders as he stared at the ground with the women by his side.

"Such an elegant frame you have around this mirror, Lucius." He spoke, his voice a silky calm as he addressed the man, causing the trio to look up, pride shining in a woman's eyes. Her beady eyes, black as coal, hair in ringlets that were pulled back in a messy half-do away from a hawk-like face, complete with yellowed, yet perfect teeth. The other woman on the man's right did not dare look up or proud as Voldemort kept on talking, "Such a shame if anything were to happen to it, wouldn't you say?"

"My Lord?" The man asked, a flash of confusion flashing across his features as he dared to make eye contact. This quick contact was enough for Voldemort to catch it, however, as he turned away and began pacing again, disturbing the snake from its meal as it hissed annoyed. The hiss was ignored however as Voldemort mulled over the Potter situation and what to do.

"Harry Potter had escaped our grasp too many times." The eventually loud statement was met with jeers and boo's from the crowd, "Try as we might, he keeps getting away. Can anyone tell me why that is?"

Silence reigned as though he waited for an answer before he answered, "It is because of the protections given to him by Dumbledore. His own magical prowess and his own recklessness that has allowed him to escape our last few encounters."

OOOOHHHHH! VOLDEMORT'S HERE!

Lol, I should really stop switching characters halfway through a story. Anyway, I hope you like it and please, please, please leave a comment. I've said it before, all constructive feedback is welcome.

Hermione Jean Burton