A/N: Hi Vicky, and El. And perhaps some more people who appreciate my gift, or perhaps not. Well, this is...

Harry: Chapter 7. Now, Prongsharry, what's happening this time? I get killed? Oh yes, I got it!

Prongsharry:Harry. For one thing, you were NOT created by our "Dear" lady, JKR, to moan, die and complain. You are meant to save the world from, well, Voldemort, I guess.

Harry: As I said before, I quit.

Prongsharry: I do not accept your resignation, Harry. Chapter 7...

Ron: Harry, just shut it.

Hermione:Yeah, well after last time, I think I quit, too.

Prongsharry:I do not accept your resignation, Hermione.

Ron: Just shut up, ok?

Prongsharry: And finally, I present, Chapter 7. No, Harry, you can't walk out of the world.


Harry sat down on his bed. So Snape was here. The room of requirement, Harry thought. So, I need to get in and destroy it. What am I going to destroy it with? Oh, I'll get the real Proffesor McGonagall, hang on, theyr'e probably imprisoned... Harry snapped his fingers. Of course! The chamber of secrets! Oh my gosh, how could have I forgotten? Ron ran into the dormitory.

"Harry! We need you! There's like this massive crowd of random people outside, and erm, theyr'e like hissing, and they're being really..."

"Exremist Parseltongues. They live with snakes, and they can't talk in anything but parseltongue. Theyr'e harmless, but if they're on Voldemort's side, they could be dangerous. Just don't speak to them. I'll take care of that." Harry got up, and picked up his broom. He opened the window, and got on. Ron copied him, and they flew out of the window.


"Harry Potter" Hissed one of the crowd, "We have come to see you. We need your help. He-who-must-not-be-named is in this very castle. He plans to uproot the school, and also kill everysingle student, so he can live forever." A man stepped forward, wearing gloves, and holding a strangely familiar box.

"In here, there is the Hufflepuff cup. Destroy it as soon as you can, or Voldemort will live forever. Do it now."

And with trembling hands, the man put it down onto the floor. He opened the box, but from the cup, a vision of a handsome young man drifted out. Before the man had time to raise his wand, Harry yelled,

"Stupefy!" The handsome young man fell backwards, his fall making no sound. Harry stepped forward, and looked at the cup. The man gave him his gloves, and Harry picked it up. He threw it against the floor, but the cup bounced, once, twice, and on the third bounce it smashed. The young man awoke as it smahed, and disappeared.

"Can you tell me where Voldemort is?" Harry asked. The man shook his head.

"We cannot give an answer to your question. Our responses are limited. He-who-must-not-be-named has limited our responses. All we can tell you is that he is under your nose, and you have not yet seen him. Dumbledore is a Horcrux, thanks to a person who has been killed recently. Kill his body, and you will destroy all He-who-must-not-be-named's Horcruxes. We do not think he realises this. The problem to solve is to find Dumbledore's body."

"So, is he in the castle?"

"Yes." The single word was uttered, and they disappeared, in clouds of smoke, and a gust blew, and the smoke blew away. There was nothing left of the Extremist Parseltongues except a pile of snakes.

"Harry Potter!" Hissed one of the snakes, "Come here..."


Harry ran as fast as he could. He didn't know where he was going, he didn't know why he was running. All he knew, was that he was running. Suddenly he stopped. There was a ladder to climb. or to go round. Harry took the chance to confuse his attacker. He dodged around the ladder, and continued in the dark passage way. Where am I? Am I even in Hogwarts? Where the hell am I? The passageway took a sharp left, and he could no longer hear footsteps behind him, but he still continued to run. He stoppeds at a gate, and tried it. It was open. He breathed a sigh of relief. He ran through, and out into the sunshine. He continued to run, feeling the fresh air in his lungs. It felt as if he would never tire, unending strength, then he looked down at himself, and felt his face. It was wet with perspire. He closed his eyes, and allowed himself just to run, until he...
"Erm, Harry?"

The unmistakeable voice of Sirius Black, his Godfather, brought him back to reality. Harry gasped. No way had he bargained for this.

"How come you're here?" he asked groggily, as Sirius busybodied himself around his bed.

"Okey Dokey. You ready for one confusing story? Ok, well, this might sound weird, but Voldemort made one big mistake when he made his last Horcrux, it meant that the veil, the black one, Harry, in the department of mysteries, doesn't work anymore. So, everyone it's killed is now alive again. It was spooky when I kinda woke up, and felt like this weird thing entering my body. Then, it felt like something was being applied to my eyelids, like hard stuff, then, I woke up, and saw like, loads of other people who'd been killed by it. One of them being my brother, Regulus."

"What are your brother's full initials?" Asked Harry, suddenly fulfilling the mystery,

"R.A.B"


A/N: Ok, guys! Hope everything makes sense... oh yeah, Harry had a dream, so that's why he was running, if you hadn't figured it out, so yeah.

Harry: Right, I'm really tired now, after all that running you made me do. I'm off to bed.

Prongsharry: Ok, I've no problem with that. BUT, Harry, I do not accept your resignation.