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Chapter 2

Harry Potter sighed as he slowly strolled down the streets of Surrey. He shivered against the cold evening breeze and pulled his jacket closer to him. He was making his way back home after a long walk to clear his thoughts. He turned onto Privet Drive. He entered the now quiet house and silently crept upstairs to his bedroom. He looked around the room, almost hopeful. He sighed and went over to his bed. . Harry put his wand on the dresser and changed into his pj's, a pair of old tracksuit pants and a loose tee. He took a look around the room, an odd feeling tingling in his mind. He shrugged it of and got ready for bed. He went and gave Hedwig some Owl Treats and then went to his bed. He sat down and took of his glasses. He placed them on the dresser, beside his wand. He lay down but couldn't sleep for what seemed like hours, his thoughts on where Voldemort might be, and what he might be planning. Eventually he fell into a fitful sleep.

When Harry woke he was stiff and ached all over. His dream had been frighteningly real. He was in a large manor; Ron and Hermione were beside him. They had gone down a set of stairs that led to a basement. They found Snape and were trying to undo the spells that held him. Suddenly they were surrounded by death eaters. There was an evil laugh as Voldemort moved closer to the trio. He looked at them for a moment before speaking. Ron had blood running down the side of his face. Hermione had dirt streaked over her face and her clothes. Tears had run down her cheeks, leaving a trail behind. Harry had a cut along his for arm and blood was dying his hair red.

"You have done well to get this far Harry Potter" Voldemort hissed, stepping closer to the boy-who-lived. Harry was obviously in pain, although he tried to hide it. Suddenly Ron and Hermione fell to the ground, the color quickly leaving their faces. Harry stared at them for what seemed like a millennia. Suddenly pain swept through his body as Voldemort raised his wand. Harry fell to the ground beside Snape. He was gasping for breath when Voldemort stopped. "Harry?" Snape asked quietly, concern betraying his feelings. Harry looked at his former potions master. For a moment their eyes met, then there was a bright light and a terrifying scream and Harry woke.

Harry put his glasses on and looked at his clock. 10:37am

He sighed and winced as he stood up. He had slept later then he had wanted.

He wished he had emptied his mind last night like he was supposed to. He slowly changed and was about to go down stairs when he heard a familiar popping sound. He went downstairs and heard voices that was familiar but didn't belong to his relatives. He entered the kitchen and saw Lupin, Moody, Tonks and Kingsley seated around the table. "What's going on?" Harry asked. Moody lowered his wand slightly, which was pointed at Uncle Vernon.

"Are you alright Harry?" Lupin asked. "Of course, what are you doing here? Why hasn't anyone written to me?" Harry was looking at the group, all looked grim. "We think that someone is intercepting our mail. We're taking you to the burrow, it'll be safer for you there" Tonks said. "Come on, We'll pack your things." Lupin said. They went upstairs. "Why would someone intercept my mail?" Harry asked. He knew he sounded stupid, but he couldn't think of a single reason. Lupin shrugged as they entered his room. Books littered the floor and there was a stack of newspapers in one of the corners. Lupin chuckled. "You know, this reminds me of our dormitory when we were your age"

Lupin took out his wand. Everything flew into Harry's trunk. Harry grabbed his wand and Hedwig. When the last of Harry's things flew into the trunk, Lupin locked with a spell. They went downstairs where Tonks, Moody and Kingsley were waiting. "Let's go" Moody growled, eyeing the Dursley's. "How are we getting there?" Harry asked. "Well, we figure that since you know how to apparate, we'd do that, it's much easier then Floo powder or flying" Tonks said. "I'll guide you if you need help" Lupin said, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry looked at the Dursley's for the last time. They looked Petrified. Harry concentrated on the burrow. He closed his eyes. When he opened them he was standing in the kitchen of the burrow. "Harry!" Mrs. Weasley cried, smothering him in a hug. Once Harry was released he was immediately surrounded by his friends. After his welcome, he took his things upstairs to Ron's room. "OH, Harry, you don't know how good it is to see you" Hermione said, hugging him. "We were starting to get worried, mate, when you didn't answer any of our letters" Ron said, placing Hedwig near his own owls' cage. "I would have, if I'd gotten them" Harry said, putting his trunk down. "Well, it doesn't matter, you're ok" Ron said. "Yeah, I suppose" Harry said glumly, thinking of his dream. "What's wrong Harry?" Hermione asked. "Nothing, just a dream I had" Harry replied. "It had us in it?" Ron asked. Harry nodded. "Well, there's no reason to worry, Harry, We know what we're doing" Hermione said. Harry nodded. He supposed they were right. He opened his trunk. He saw a shriveled looking stone inside a stone bowl. He took it out. The stone was a bezoar. "Harry, why have you got that?" Hermione asked. I don't know it's not mine" Harry replied, reaching to take it out. "Don't Harry, you don't know whose it is" Hermione shrieked, grabbing his wrist. Harry shook her off. "I doubt that it's going to kill me Hermione" Harry said, picking it up. For a moment nothing happened. "See, I told you….." Suddenly he felt a familiar sickening pull. The last thing he heard was his friends shout. Then he found himself in pitch black darkness.