THE 7TH

CHAPTER 1

"NO! Don't! Why does it matter who killed him! He's dead and never coming back! Dumbledore's gone for good!"

"SILENCE! YOU DO NOT SPEAK TO YOUR MASTER THAT WAY!" Draco and Voldemort's forms came into view. "You were given an order," Voldemort continued softly, " and you failed to do it. Now you will be punished!"

"But he's dead anyway. Why does it matter?" Draco insisted.

"Yes Dumbledore is dead. As much as I love that fact, you failed to do your assignment! You have proved disloyalty to me! Now you must pay." Voldemort smiled wickedly.

"Please! No! Don't!" Draco shouted as Voldemort lifted his wand.

"STOP!" came the voice of Lucious Malfoy. He ran in the room, hair flowing behind him.

"Lucious! What do you want!" Voldemort sneered, "Your boy gets what he deserves! Stand back or you'll be next," he said quietly but stern.

"No! He is my son!" Lucious hissed.

Voldemort smiled and raised his wand, "Avada Kedavra!" Lucious hit the floor with a loud thud.

"Father," Draco whispered. He looked up as Voldemort stepped over his father's lifeless body. Draco turned and ran as fast as he could. He could hear Voldemort's laughter in the distance as he sped through the corridor and out of the building.

Harry woke at a sudden creak. He turned to see Ron standing there in the doorway in his pajamas.

"Alright" he asked as he saw Harry jolt up. He could already tell his scar hurt without even asking. He'd been around him so long he knew how he was feeling and everything.

"I don't know. I saw another murder, Ron," he said uncomfortably. It was the last thing he had expected.

"Well, go on. Who died this time? You know every one you've seen die has ..well…died. Wait! It's not anyone from our side again is it?" Ron asked anxiously. Harry could hear the fear in his voice.

"No it was their side-"

"Great! So who did we kill? Was it Voldemort? Is the war over!" Ron said with a smile on his face.

"No, it wasn't like that. Voldemort killed……….Malfoy. Lucious Malfoy," he answered.

"What! Are you serious! Why would he do that? Did he kill Draco too?"he asked with disbelief.

"No. Malfoy ran away after his father was murdered. Lucious saved him." Harry said.

"I never thought Malfoy would put family before his precious dark lord," Ron mocked, "But wait, where'd Draco go?"

"I don't know actually. The dream just ……..ended," Harry said.

"Wow! I still can't believe-"they were distracted when they heard voices outside. Ron put his finger to his mouth to signal Harry to be quiet. He slowly walked over to the door and opened it. Harry looked around the corner to see the whole Weasley family, Tonks, Lupin, and other members of the Order staring straight at him. They had obviously been eavesdropping on Harry and Ron's conversation.

"Hello boys! Wonderful morning isn't it?" Mr. Weasley said after the awkward silence.

"Morning Dad," Ron said with a roll of his eyes and an annoyed sigh.

"We're sorry dear," Mrs. Weasley explained, " We were just wanting to know what was going on in here."

"So you had a dream that Lucious is dead," Mr. Weasley chimed in, "What did he do to get himself murdered?"

"He…..told Voldemort not to kill Malfoy, Draco," some of the others cringed at his name. They had still not gotten used to his name being used fluently. Ron was because of being around Harry so much.

Everyone went down to the kitchen for breakfast, discussing the murder of Lucious.

Later that day, Harry's dream had been confirmed by the Daily Prophet. It said that Lucious Malfoy had been murdered and Draco Malfoy had fled the house. All of this information was given by an undercover agent who will not be mentioned at this point of the story.

Sometimes Harry's dreams were correct in every way. Others were way off. One of the strange ones was that Sirius had come back to life and was bowing down to Voldemort. This obviously couldn't have happened because of two things:

Sirius HATED Voldemort.

obviously Sirius was dead and couldn't be revived.

Harry looked outside and saw Buckbeak playing a game with a gnome outside.

He tossed it up and caught it, kind of the way a cat plays with a mouse or a dog plays with a tennis ball. The gnome was screeching extremely loud. Harry flinched at the ear-numbing sound. Buckbeak didn't seem to pay any attention to the fits thrown by the gnome. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it.

Harry wished he could be that care-free. He hated everything about this dumb war. But most of all, he hated Voldemort.

Harry's thoughts were interrupted by soft footsteps coming down the stairs. He was so involved in thinking that he didn't even know he was the only one at the table. Ginny appeared at the foot of the staircase.

"Good afternoon Ginny," Harry said.

"Hello," Ginny said, "I heard about Lucious."

"Yeah, he was just protecting his son. He did what any father would have done." He looked outside to see Buckbeak digging in another gnome hole.