Well here it goes my first fan fic. Okay.
DISCLAIMER: I am not J.K. Rowling and all charchters, settings, etc. are all of her brilliant ideas.
Harry was dreaming, and he was not prepared for what would come next. He wasn't aware that Voldermort was waiting for him as the night progressed. As he called his death eaters to his side, little did Harry realize that Voldermort was trying to make himself look bigger in order for his inane brain reach the conclusion of how serious this situation was. This was going to be the key to starting to prepare the future in case the inevitable happened, in case he died. He had to settle the dispute right now who would be his next in line and who would be his most faithful servant. He knew who he needed, he needed his daughter. "My Lord," Lucious though mercurial as to whom he served truly was sufferable due to his extreme brilliance and his ability to do intricate missions. He was a key he would need in order for all of this to work. "Yes," Voldermort broke his chain of thought and listened tolerantly. "My Lord everything is ready and the Dementor knows where to place him. "Good Lucious. Please put on your mask it is time." Lucious left the room and Voldermort relaxed with a grin as he thought to himself, "Here I come Harry."
Harry in Hogwarts was tossing and turning in his dormitory. He first woke up Ron who fell asleep late due to his unfinished homework, which he had worked on late into the night. Harry was sweating and puffing. He felt it the rush of the Dementor carrying him to the meeting. Voldermort saw the Dementor land right were he wanted it to. Then his silky, smooth, malevolent voice fill the circle. His lips curled into a smirk of curiosity. "My friends I have found her. I have at long last found my daughter and I have found her at long last. The ill-fated night when I was ripped from my body I saw her taken from my very manor. She was still very young and doesn't remember anything of me or my household. I saw her crying as she was pried from her promising cradle. She has been turned against me through Dumbledore and he has paid special attention throughout the years. Now it is time to retrieve her and Dumbledore can no longer restrain me. I will finally have my little girl back." That's when Ron finally pushed Harry awake.
Harry sat up screaming in pain, he could feel Voldermort's grief. His insides were squirming to get away. He was covered in a cold sweat. He gripped in the bed in order to balance out. He could feel Ron's hand on his upper arm shaking him. Ron was saying, "It's alright mate." Even Ron's reassucrance's couldn't stop the panic and fear that was spreading through Harry's veins. Harry knew that it wasn't alright, and a thousand thoughts were racing through Harry's head. He knew what he had to do though. He had to alert Dumbledore at once. He also knew that some place somewhere Voldermort's daughter was being taken.
