AN: Thanks For the reviews! Here's chapter 3!

Chapter 3

Mayham

We only got a few hours of sleep because Mr. Weasley wanted to leave early. He got us up before the sun had even risen; no sounds came from outside the tent, which made me wonder how many people were still here. After everyone was gathered up, we pack the tent and headed towards the portkey area. We past Mr. Roberts who murmured, "Merry Christmas".

"But." I started saying when Mr. Weasley shot me a look that told me to shut my mouth.

"He'll be alright. A memory charm can cause some fuzziness for a while. There was certainly a lot for him and his family to forget." Mr. Weasley said sympathetically as we kept walking.

By the time we reached the portkey area, it was packed with people trying to leave. Mr. Weasley went to talk to Basil about getting us out of here. After a few quick words, we joined the queue to leave. We ended up getting a black tire as our portkey, so it was a lot easier for all of us to get a hold of.

We arrived on Otter St. Catchpole and started walking the road back to the Burrow. It was long and exhausting because we didn't get any breakfast. Plus it didn't help that we didn't get very much sleep either. When we rounded the bend, and the Borrow was in sight we heard a scream.

"YOU'RE ALRIGHT, YOU'RE ALRIGHT" Mrs. Weasley said running up to us. She embraced her husband, then each and every one of us.

"Molly, hush dear, we are fine. Let's just get inside and have some food." Mr. Weasley said soothingly to his wife. She nodded grabbing hold of Fred and George, despite their complaints, and led us inside.

"It's all over the Daily Prophet," she said as we entered the house. She picked up a roll of paper and handed it to Mr. Weasley.

"Ah, I'm mentioned in here," He said frowning as he looked over the article.

"Where? I didn't see it. If I had I would've known you were alright." Mrs. Weasley said looking at her husband.

"I'm not mentioned by name," He said as he read aloud from the paper "'If the terrified wizards and witches who waited breathlessly for news at the edge of the wood expected reassurance from the Ministry of Magic, they were sadly disappointed. A Ministry official emerged some time after the appearance of the Dark Mark alleging that nobody had been hurt, but refusing to give any more information. Whether this statement will be enough to quash the rumors that several bodies were removed from the woods an hour later, remains to be seen.' Oh really?" Mr. Weasley said frowning. "Who wrote this? Ah, Rita Skeeter."

"She's got it in for the Ministry." Percy seethed. He was going to say something else, but didn't because Mr. Weasley shot him a look.

I sighed and got up from the table. I really wanted some sleep because I didn't get much. After receiving a look from Harry, I headed up the stairs to Ginny's room, and crashed on the bed Hermione and I were sharing. The second my head hit the pillow I passed out.

I was running through a damp corridor, a slithering sound followed behind me. I could see my breath in small white clouds in front of me. I lost Harry because we split up in hope to distract the snake. Apparently it had decided to go after me. Great.

I was jumping over puddles, and rocks trying to be as careful as I could so I wouldn't fall. With my luck, I just happened to miss a puddle and fell flat on my palms were scrapped, and I could feel bruses forming on my legs and arms. I shut my eyes, knowing that if I didn't I would get paralyzed.

"Your destiny is very different from your brothers." A cold voice said.

"NO!" I yelled balling my fists. I felt around for a wall so I could stand back up.

"Chloe, you have no idea how special you are. You will change the world, with my help of course."

"No, I will never work with or for you." I disagreed. Anger filled my body as I finally stood back up. I had no weapons, but I was ready to tackle the snake.

I shot up from my bed, sweat beaded my forehead. My movements woke Hermione and Ginny up.

"Are you alright?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"Yeah, just a dream." I answered, my tone made it clear that I didn't want to talk about it.

Just then Harry knocked on the door. "Hermione, Chloe, you should come up to Ron's room." He whispered through the door. The three of us gave each other confused looks before leaving the room.

When we arrived at Ron's room, the boys were on Ron's bed.

"What do you want?" I asked annoyed.

"I need to tell you guys something." Harry said. After those words I realized we never talked about his nightmare.

"What is it?" Hermione asked with interest.

"My scar hurt on Saturday morning." Harry started to say. He was interrupted by Hermione who had started making suggestions such as telling Dumbledore, or going to Madame Pomfrey.

"But he wasn't... like there was he?" Ron asked softly.

"No," I answered. "I was there." I explained when I received questioning looks.

"There was no way he was at Privet Drive." Harry said. "He was with Wormtail and someone else, I didn't get a good look at them. But they were plotting to kill… someone." He continued to explain. I had a funny feeling that he wasn't mention who they wanted to kill on purpose. I gave Harry a look, asking who it was. I could tell by his expression it was either him or me.

"Well at least it was only a dream." Ron said bracingly. "Just a nightmare."

"Yeah," Harry mumbled. "But was it though?"

"It's weird, your scar hurting and three days later his followers are attacking people and the Dark Mark is out again." I said softly.

"Let's not forget what Professor Trelawney said at the end of last year. That he would get back a faithful servant to help him return to power." Harry reminded the group.

The look on Hermione's face changed to disbelief, "Oh, Harry you're not going to pay any attention to what that old fraud says."

"You weren't there, it was different. Her voice changed and she didn't remember what she had said after." Harry countered.

"Harry, didn't you send a letter to Sirius?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Yeah, I did. I'm surprised he hasn't responded yet." Harry said looking out the window.

"Good thinking," Ron said "I'm sure Sirius will know what to do."

"But he could be anywhere couldn't he?" Hermione said. "Who knows when we will get a response."

"Harry let's go out and practice quidditch." Ron said abruptly.

"Good idea," Harry said as he started to get up.

"Can I come?" I asked quickly.

"You guys! We should be getting rest!" Hermione said sounding upset.

"You can get rest, I need to play quidditch." Harry responded as he grabbed his broom. "Chloe you can come along too."

"Great!" I said happily. "Hermione, I'm sure we'll only be a few hours. I'll meet you back in Ginny's room when we are done."

For the next few days Mr. Wesley and Percy were both busy at the Ministry. Both left before the family got up and returned after dinner.

"It's been a mess at the Ministry," Percy complained the Sunday before we were to return to Hogwarts. "People have been sending howlers."

"Why?" asked Ginny as she repaired one of her school books.

"Complaints about the security at the World Cup." Percy explained. "Many of them are wanting compensation for damaged personal goods."

Soon enough Percy and Mrs. Wesley argued about Rita Skeeter, and overworking Mr. Wesley at the Ministry. Minutes after the argument started Mr. Wesley came home. He spun into view in the fireplace.

"Arthur!" Mrs. Wesley cried.

"Evening," Mr. Wesley said as he brushed soot off his robes. "Rita Skeeter has been ferreting around the Ministry trying to dig up information to write about." He complained to the group. "It's bad enough she's found out about Bertha going missing."

"Right, Ron, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Chloe, why don't you go up and start packing. We need to leave early in the morning to make the train." Mrs. Wesley interrupted.

Annoyed we all headed up the stairs and into our own rooms to finish packing. I opened my trunk and started throwing in extra robes and clothes on top of the school supplies I had already packed. Hermione sat down on Ginny's bed, having already packed, and sighed.

"What's up?" I asked as I attempted to stuff a green and silver scarf in my trunk.

"I just wondering how…" she glanced at Ginny, "this year is going to go."

"I assume the same as last year. A certain some will continue to ignore me, you're going to be top of every class, Harry is going to get into some sort of trouble, and everything will be as it should be." I said with a half smile.

AN: My goodness it has been a while. Sorry for how long this has taken for me to post. I honestly forgot I had this sitting in my documents for the longest time. But here's the 3rd chapter! Let me know how it is!