"Harry...Wake up, Harry..."

Harry felt a sudden liquid coolness filling around his face, and down towards his neck. He felt dull, and lightheaded, and had no clue where he was. It was complicated to open his eyes, but after a while, he seemed to manage it.

He looked around. He saw many people around him: Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and all of the Order. They had concerned looks on their faces, and were all staring at him.

Harry looked around, and noticed the place as the Leaky Cauldron. He began getting up, and blankly asked, "W...What happened?"

"Harry, it was terrible," said Hermione, sounding about as nervous as she ever had been. "You were fainting and blood was pouring out of your scar. You kept yelling, 'Defeat! Defeat! It must happen!,' and other rubbish that didn't make much sense, but thankfully you're alive!" She bent down and hugged him tightly.

"Voldemort, or some Death Eater, must be near by," said Lupin.

"It could be any of the Order," reported Tonks, looking around, "but we never really know."

"Now, now, I doubt we should have our suspicions that high," said Mrs. Weasley.

"Don't let your suspicions descend," answered Lupin. "Any of us could be a Death Eater disguised, but I checked us all, and Tonks checked me, and we're surely safe for now."

"Do you think there's a Death Eater in the area?" asked Harry.

"Who knows?" said Tonks. "They could be waiting right outside at this moment as we are speaking."

Harry doubted that a Death Eater would wait to murder anybody.

"All this talk about Voldemort and everything has made me forgotten we need to pick up Arthur's body," said Lupin.

At the sound of that, all of the Weasleys shuddered.

"For a proper burial," added on Tonks silently.

Mrs. Weasley sighed heavily. "I guess I should go, too," she muttered.

"I'll help," said Ron very silently.

Harry began to feel terribly sorry for the Weasleys. If he had been older when his parents died, would he handle it better or worse? Would he decide to give up on defeating Voldemort, and just live life dilly dally? He couldn't believe he was thinking this; of course he would feel depressed, but he was brave, heroic, bold. He would never give up on trying to defeat Voldemort, never.

Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Lupin, Tonks, and Kingsley, who Harry noticed hadn't spoke at all, walked out of the Leaky Cauldron. He could hear them Disapparating away, with a loud snap.

Harry began picking himself up to his feet. Hermione seemed to sway off somewhere, along with Fred and George. Ginny walked up to Harry slowly.

"I'm concerned about you," she said silently.

"What? Why?"

"You could get killed this year Harry. Everything is going to be different, you know." The tone of her voice made the hairs on Harry's back stand up.

"You don't need to worry about me, Ginny, I'll be fine."

"Someone of the Order is a Death Eater. Slytherin shall become victorious again."

That voice startled Harry so much he leaned back and fell against one of the tables. He knew that voice, that dark, cold, whispery voice. It was what he learned he could speak several years ago, and had no idea how Ginny could speak it also. It was Parsletongue.

"Ginny —"

"Death and Secrets shall be released soon, and the Poisonous Grasp will become alive again."

Harry's thoughts began racing on the words Poisonous Grasp. Poisonous Grasp, Poisonous Grasp... Where had he heard those before? Those words, he remembered them from somewhere, but where? Sudden memories of pain and blackness began attacking him, and it finally came to him. He heard them when his scar was hurting earlier that day, but why did he hear them? He remembered a dark voice resembling Ginny's at the moment speaking to him. It sounded like Voldemort's. He knew it, he was hearing Voldemort's thoughts again.

Ginny gave Harry a look of cold-blooded eyes, and a straight face that made him back up even more. During this time, he was repeating the sentences in his head multiple times: Someone of the Order is a Death Eater...Slytherin shall become victorious again...Death and Secrets shall be released soon...Poisonous Grasp, alive again... What did these mean?

"Harry."

Harry rapidly turned around, with his wand ready, and breathing very heavily. The person behind him was just Hermione.

"Wow, did I startle you that much?" said Hermione cooly.

"No," panted Harry. "It's...it's nothing." He decided to not mention Ginny speaking Parstletongue to Hermione, but knew he eventually would have to.

"Right," said Hermione. "I think one of the Horcruxes could be in the Hogwarts headmaster's —"

Hermione was interrupted by the dark voice from Ginny. "The soul shall be rebuilt, along with the Secrets."

Hermione looked just as frightened as Harry did.

"Was she speaking...?" began Hermione.

"Parsletongue," said Harry. "Yes." He knew Hermione couldn't understand what she was saying, and planned to tell her eventually to get this straightened out.

"How did she —? When did she —? Who —?" Hermione seemed to be at a loss for words.

A loud, high pitched sound was heard. Hermione and Harry looked at Ginny, and saw she was breathing in twice the amount of air she should be. Her eyes began rolling to the back of her head, until they should the pure white side of them. Her hands began rising into the air, and stood there straight. She began shaking uncontrollably. Suddenly, all of the strange effects ended.

Hermione and Harry looked horrified to even go near Ginny. Ginny looked at the two strangely and plainly said, "What?"

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, then back at Ginny.

"Do you even know what just happened?" asked Hermione slowly.

"I was standing here, talking to Harry," said Ginny. "All I said was that I'm concerned."

"You do know," said Harry, "that you were speaking in...Parsletongue?"

Ginny looked just as shocked as they did. "When I said I was concerned?"

"No," said Harry, still looking frightened. "You said strange things. Something about death and secrets, Slytherin rising again, and something about a Poisonous Grasp..."

Hermione looked startled. "This isn't good."

"I know," said Ginny. "I'm saying weird things."

"No, not that," replied Hermione. "Poisonous Grasps... They were all destroyed nearly seventy years ago..."

"What?" Harry was puzzled.

"Did you open History of Magic at all?" said Hermione, with her all knowing tone. "It said that Grindelwald, the evil wizard Dumbledore defeated many, many years ago, created a plant — or many plants, you could say — named the Poisonous Grasps. When you were anywhere near them — you could be nearly fifty yards away still — a plant would rush out and grasp you. Then, you would be immediately poisoned, and will die right at the scene. The Poisonous Grasps were all destroyed by the Ministry after Dumbledore's defeat against Grindelwald, and none have been found since. What did Ginny exactly say about the Poisonous Grasp?"

Harry tried to remember, but the frightening scene seemed blurry. He could remember only few words. "It was something around the lines of Poisonous Grasp...and something about coming alive."

"This isn't good," whispered Hermione.

"I feel a little lightheaded," came in Ginny. "What happened after I stopped speaking Parstletongue?"

"You started doing weird stuff," said Harry.

"I think," said Hermione, "that you were being possessed by something or someone..." That comment gave Ginny a chilly shudder.

Harry suddenly remembered the thing that frightened him the most that Ginny had said. "She also said a member of the Order is a...a... a Death Eater."

The three looked around at each other with frightened, wide eyed faces. Harry knew that this night would once again be an almost sleepless one.