The next few days seemed to be dark, stormy, and rainy. Harry tried to think why and how Ginny was speaking those strange things, especially in Parstletongue. The comment about someone being in the Order seemed to take no effect whatsoever, since no disturbances came across Harry at night, except for the exceptional bang he heard, which he thought was just the rain gutters being overfilled once more by all the precipitation.

Harry and Hermione constantly talked about the things Ginny said, such as what she meant by Death and Secrets, but the subject seemed to have puzzled them. They did not speak to Ron, since all he seemed to do was sulk around each and every day, but they would sometimes spark up the occasional conversation with Ginny, and Harry would sometimes receive the occasional kiss from her, too.

One day, Fred and George stomped into the Leaky Cauldron and were about as wet as could be. Fred carried in his hands a letter that was somewhat soaked by the rain, but not terribly.

"Filthy old hag," complained Fred.

"What's the matter, you two?" said Mrs. Weasley.

George took the letter and held it up. "Klutzo finally gives us a notice about our case. It's less than a week, and we barely have an argument made up."

"What I would do," came in Lupin, "would be to say whatever comes to your mind, but make sure it isn't something such as 'You filthy old hag.'"

Mrs. Weasley pondered across the always barren room to Harry, sitting at an empty wooden table. "Harry, dear," she said, smiling, "it seems like this wasn't the birthday you wanted it to be."

"No, I'm fine," Harry replied. It was the truth; he knew his birthday this year wouldn't be the greatest, but he didn't mind.

"It's just that this year may be your last and final birthday. I'm not saying you're going to die, but your chances now are greater than ever."

"Seriously, I'm fine." Harry felt he was being a little too harsh, and thought he could compromise. "Maybe you could have a small little party, but don't go through troubles to make it happen."

"Oh, Harry, dear, I won't." And she strolled off, doing her casual work.

Hermione came rapidly towards Harry, and sat down right next to him. "Harry, I've figured it out I think."

Harry knew she had a brilliant idea, like she always did. "What did you figure out?"

"Ginny was saying something about Death and Secrets, right? Well, I have absolutely no clue what Death is supposed to mean, but Secrets! '...Secrets shall be released soon.' Don't you get it?" She was waiting for an answer.

Harry replied, "No."

"You were there five years ago! It all makes sense. The Chamber of Secrets!"

This thought pondered on Harry for several minutes. Death and Secrets shall be released soon. Could it possibly mean the Chamber of Secrets? He could think of no other result. Then, a sudden memory came on the top of Harry's head. When he had fainted a few days ago, he was thinking Voldemort's thoughts, yes, but there was something about the Chamber of Secrets in there. The sentence suddenly popped into his head: I may drop by and rebuild the Chamber of Secrets... Then Harry thought it was just his imagination doing this, but this could be a very good hint on what Voldemort was trying to do.

A few days passed by, and Harry's birthday party Mrs. Weasley was planning came along. He was piled with presents: a few books from Hermione, including A History of Magic; a golden, almost broken magical watch from Ron; "It was my grandfather's," he said; those new, super fast broomsticks available, called the Firebolt 2000, from Lupin, although Harry insisted it was too much; a large cake that could be remade by magic after eaten that had a moving picture of Harry, Ron, and Hermione on it, made by Mrs. Weasley; one of the love products from Fred and George's joke shop, given by, of course, Fred and George; and last, but certainly not least, a large red heart from Ginny, with the moving words of "Our love will never perish," and when you touch it, it would bring you happiness. Harry thanked everyone for the gifts, and Ginny gave a little surprise to Harry in her room: the longest, most dirtiest kiss he had ever received.

The days quickly moved on, with the rain still pouring; nobody knew the reason for the rain. Streets, ditches, and more began flooding. One day, the sun shined for a few moments, and there simply had to be a reason to, because there was much to celebrate about.

"We won the case!" cheered Fred.

"The old hag lost!" George exclaimed.

"That's brilliant," Harry congratulated the two.

"Blimey," said Ron. "I thought you guys didn't stand a chance."

"Yeah, well, we had to promise to take the Frightening Platypus off from sale," explained Fred, "but at least we can keep our joke shop!"

The day moved on, and the sun seemed to be diminished by clouds, rain pouring.

"Bloody hell," said Ron. "It's going to be an ocean soon."

This was the happiest Harry had seen Ron in days, maybe even weeks. Ron somehow had handled coping from his father's death.

Before evening, Tonks came running in from the pouring rain, claiming that she'd spotted a Death Eater.

"They're coming this way, right now!" she exclaimed. "We need to go somewhere else!"

"Bill and Fleur are married now, right, mum?" said George.

"Well, I supposed they'd be happy to let us move in with them temporarily," said Mrs. Weasley, with a somewhat glaring look on her face at the sound of Fleur.

"We'll need to Disapparate away separately," came in Lupin, "or we'll all be torn apart."

Everybody began separating into groups. Harry's scar began burning slightly, but not as bad as the other day. He kept thinking about someone being a Death Eater in the Order, and noticed that Kingsley hadn't said anything the whole time Harry was there.

Harry came into a group with Ron, Hermione, Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny. He held Ginny's hand, of course. Everybody else was scattering into different groups.

Suddenly, a minor pain, bright blue light, and an occasional suffocation came upon Harry, but he landed on a rocky sidewalk.

Harry looked up. It wasn't raining here, but still quite cloudy and humid. He saw that the sidewalk led to a somewhat nice and tidy one story wooden house, with a large, window filled entrance.

A few minutes later, and they were inside the house, with other people following from the Order, and more. The first room they entered was a grand sitting room. It had exquisite wallpaper lining the walls, with some of the fanciest furniture Harry had seen in his life.

"'ello," greeted Fleur, her smile as bright as the sun. Mrs. Weasley gave a look of carelessness. "We are very welcome to have all of 'ou stay here...for now." Fleur gave a grueling look to Mrs. Weasley, but continued talking. "I suppose 'ze children will be going off to 'ogwarts soon?"

"Yes," answered Mrs. Weasley dully.

Several days passed, with more rain coming through, and an obvious grudge between Mrs. Weasley and Fleur, which Bill had tried very hard to cease. And the more days that passed, the more Harry's scar seemed to calm down, and the more he anticipated, but at the same time, dreaded returning to Hogwarts.

Would he really need this final year of education? Lupin had said that there is magic in this world he had never imagined being real. He guessed he would complete his final year, since all of the hints Hermione pestered to him had been at Hogwarts.

A week passed, and it was time again to leave on the Hogwarts Express. They walked to Platform Nine-and-Three-Quarters, and there was the Hogwarts Express, steam blowing from its engine, shining in its utter beauty. Harry remembered the first time he had seen the train; Hagrid had left him with no clue where to go, and then figured out he simply had to run through a wall.

Mrs. Weasley cornered Harry before he came aboard the train. "Now that Arthur's dead," she said in a depressing tone, "there seems to be no other protector for the family except, well, you. It's a terrible thing for me to be admitting this, but Ron is sometimes clumsy, and you know that, but keep an eye out on him. And Ginny, too." She began tearing up. "I just want the two to stay alive. Also, look after yourself. It would be a great loss if we lost you, too."

Harry felt that Mrs. Weasley had loved Harry more than her own children, but simply said, "Thanks," and a small goodbye, then boarded the train for his final year at Hogwarts.

He searched for the compartment with Ron and Hermione in it, but remembered they had to sit in the Prefect's Compartment, so he found one with Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, and Ginny sitting in it, and sat down next to Ginny. She gave an obvious smile that said, "I wish we could kiss, but not in public."

"Hello, Harry," said Neville.

"Hello," also greeted Luna, with her awkwardly toned voice.

"Hi," Harry greeted back.

"I was just talking about the Nargles, and how they continue stealing my shoes," said Luna.

"Right," replied Harry.

So much was on Harry's mind right then. What or who possessed Ginny, the Poisonous Grasps supposedly returning, and the Chamber of Secrets being rebuilt? His thoughts wandered from good things, to bad things, and he couldn't help —

BANG!

The train came to a sudden stop.

Click!

And then the lights went out. It was dark and rainy outside, and pitch black inside the train.

"W...what happened?" stuttered Neville.

Everyone else seemed to be quiet. A loud, banging noise seemed to be getting closer and closer by the second. Harry recognized it as compartment doors being slammed. It couldn't be the Dementors again, not again...

Then, their compartment door opened. It revealed a covered Death Eater, his wand held up.

"Aha," the Death Eater said in a dark voice. "We have found Mister Harry Potter."

The Death Eater grabbed Harry, and shoved him out of the compartment.

This is it, Harry thought. My life is over.

His scar hurt so painfully, and sudden blackness ate him up.

I know the boy is close, I know it! He's only inches away from my grasp! I hope my Death Eaters get it right, and go through the secret passageway to the Chamber of Secrets, unlike last time when everybody of the school heard about it. I shall call my Basilisk; it should be the one to finish of the boy who lived...