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Sorry guys, and all my readers (not a lot) but I will be changing the summary AGAIN. I'm not very satisfied with it though…

Harry sat inside the stagecoach along with Hermione and Ron. He let out a sigh. Another year ending with Voldemort trying to kill him. How inviting. Outside, he could see the thestrals pulling and pulling, with raindrops as big as his thumb thundering down on their bodies…HOW do they manage to cope with all this, he really didn't know…

His thoughts turned to the new students. "Why did they suddenly appear? Did Dumbledore have anything to do with this? Were they another group of bodyguards here to protect him from Voldemort?" Harry's face distorted into an angry sneer. "He didn't need to be protected! Didn't everyone realize anything? Didn't they know that HE was the one who held Voldemort off every year? Didn't they know, without him, all of them would be dead right now?"

"But still…it was also YOU who killed Sirius. Bellatrix didn't kill him. You did. You." A voice somewhere inside his head whispered to him. Harry clenched his fists angrily.

"Harry? Are you all right?"

A girl's voice pierced his thoughts.

"Huh?" Harry shook his head to clear it, and turned to look at a worried Hermione. "You clenched your fists and looked angry all of a sudden, so I was worried." Hermione said, smiling a little.

Harry shook his head no. "I'm fine." He assured her, and turned to look outside again.

Suddenly…

CRACK.

The stagecoach crashed to a stop. Harry and the others lurched forward, crashing into one another. "What was that?" Ron asked, lifting himself off the floor. "I don't know…" Hermione whispered, fright plastered all over her face. "Look out the window and tell us what you see, Harry!"

Harry obeyed and tried to look out of the grimy stagecoach window. There was something moving out there, more then one, obscured by the rain…it looked like they were wearing cloaks, but he couldn't tell who or what they were.

"There's somebody out there." Harry said grimly, wiping the window to get a better look, but it was too late. The figure had disappeared. "Do you think it's a dementor?" Ron asked, his voice visibly cracking. "No." Harry answered with a firm tone, "Dementors make the place go cold and dark, but nothing's happening to the lamp on the ceiling," Harry indicated the light above their heads.

"Whatever it is, I can feel that it's not something good." Hermione said, peering out the window.

"You've got that right, little girl."

The three turned around to see a hideous shark-manlike face leering at them with the full intent to kill. His beady eyes with the small black pupils were enough to make the Bloody Baron rip out his hair in terror.

"W-what are you doing here? You don't look like a wizard!" Harry managed to choke out. The person laughed a horrible, mirthless chuckle and sneered at them with a leer worthy of Snape.

He edged closer, showing himself clearly. He was wearing a black cloak with red clouds all over it, his skin a disgusting fishy light blue, and what might be gills either real or fake ran along both sides of his cheeks. To complete it all, his teeth were sharp, like the ones in the jaws of a shark.

"You're right I'm not a wizard. I'm Hoshigake Kisame, the monster of the village of the bloody mist. I've come with my partner, if you don't mind one more person in here." Kisame paused, as though to remember something important. "Oh right! What you think doesn't count." The sharkman grinned horribly.

"Who do you think you are, coming in here and ordering us around?" Harry turned to see Hermione standing up, her face livid and flushed, angry eyes glaring at the shark-man. Kisame's grin grew wider.

"Well, nosy brat, how I think of myself isn't a concern to you. Shut up if you want to live." Kisame answered, his voice steely.

Hermione hissed angrily and sat down, fuming. Kisame turned away from her.

"Oi, Itachi! Time to come out." Kisame called. Hermione whipped her wand out, yelled "Come on, Harry! We can take him!" and grabbed Harry's shoulder to hoist him off his seat.

"EXPELLIA-!" Hermione was suddenly cut short. So were Harry and Ron. Their wands just disappeared right out of their hands! Kisame frowned down at them, and held up their wands. Hermione gasped. "You brats are troublesome. Pipe down, will ya?" He fingered their wands. "What?" Kisame asked, catching their looks. "You want me to give these back? You don't need these sticks. They don't seem to do much, do they?"

"You shouldn't bully children, Kisame."

Harry jumped. He turned around to see a tall, handsome man standing next to him. He had two lines running down his face, which ended next to his nostrils beside his nose. His eyes were a menacing crimson, with commas circling the pupil. His jet-black hair was lengthy and tied in a shoulder length ponytail, and they slightly reminded Harry of Bill's hair.

But what really caught Harry's attention was what he was wearing. This so-called Itachi person was wearing the same cloak with the same pattern as Kisame's.

"I was wondering how much longer you would stay hidden just for effect, Itachi." Kisame grinned.

"Hn. So which one is it?"

"This one." Kisame pointed at Harry, who froze.

"Take care of the other two. I'll deal with him. Don't kill them, Kisame. We need them alive." Itachi said, gripping Harry's shoulder so hard he could feel his bones crack. "What are you doing?! Let go of the-!" Harry was cut off as Itachi clamped a hand over his mouth.

Harry saw Kisame hit Ron and Hermione in the neck, and they both slumped to the floor, motionless. "WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Harry roared, wrenching free of Itachi's grip, an insane rage coming over him. Itachi grabbed him and turned him around to look at him.

Immediately, the world Harry was in disappeared, leaving only himself. Even his captor had gone. Harry looked around. The world had gone red and black. He did not recognize the world around him. The carriage was gone. Everyone was gone.

"Hello? Anyone here?" Harry shouted, hearing his voice echo.

In the distance, he could see a house. Harry ran towards it. He knocked on the door, but nobody answered it. Harry flung open the door to see…

"M-mom?" Harry whispered. Indeed it was. His mother, Lily Evans, sat clearly a few feet away from him, cradling a baby boy. But his mother did not seem to hear him. "Mom! It's me, Harry! Mom, don't you hear me?" Harry yelled, his arms outstretched to grip his mother on the shoulder.

Harry's eyes widened in shock as he saw his arm go straight through his mother. "M-mom? What's happening?" His voice started to crack.

Suddenly, his mother looked up at the door. His father came flying in. "Lily, we have to go! He's here! Take Harry and run! I'll hold him off!" He started yelling, whipping out his wand. Harry stared. He was watching his parents' last moments. Not hearing, watching. Harry felt his throat tighten.

"Dad! RUN! YOU DON'T STAND A CHANCE! RUN, PLEASE!" Harry screamed, waving his arms. But his father did not hear him. "James! Be careful, please! Stay alive, for me and Harry!" His mom yelled behind Harry.

Harry stood between his mother and father. He was utterly gripped by fear and horror. Why was he here? Was this a memory? Was this HIS fault? Was it his fault his parents died, just like his godfather?

He watched as his mother fled from the room, and the door slowly opened by a spell he knew well. A spell that opened the gateway for the murder that was committed 15 years ago. The murder that left him without parents, without family. The spell…Alohamora.

A cloaked figure came in, cackling. Harry watched as his father fired spell after spell against Voldemort. But each spell was deflected. Finally, getting tired of his father, Voldemort struck James down with the killing curse, and went after his mother.

Harry's eyes widened as his father's body hit the ground loudly. He felt something lurch somewhere in his chest. "AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHH!" Harry clutched his head and dropped down in fear and pain. "WHY ARE YOU SHOWING ME THIIISS?! MAKE IT STOPPPP!" Harry shrieked in anguish.

In the other room, he could hear plainly, his mother pleading.

"No, please not Harry! Please not Harry! Take me instead! Please not Harry!"

Harry lifted his head and turned to watch his mother.

"Stand aside, girl! Stand aside!" he heard Voldemort shout, in attempt to get his mother out of the way. "Not Harry please!"

The pleadings stopped, cut across by a horrible, terrible, horrifying shriek and a flash of brilliant green. Harry shook his head to clear his ears of the noise. But the noise didn't go away. He could hear Voldemort's cackle ringing in his empty brain.

"WHYYYYYYY? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Harry roared as he felt his chest give a horrible lurch again. He dropped to the floor.

Harry panted heavily as though he had just ran a hundred miles. "Why? Why are you doing this?" He whispered to Itachi as the Uchiha appeared.

"This is just a test. But I see you're just as weak as my foolish little brother. Ready for some more?" Harry heard Itachi's emotionless voice cut through the silence he was in.

"This time, you will see other people's pasts, such as the new exchange students' past. I'm sure you want to know more about them."

Harry closed his eyes as he started falling…falling…where was he falling to?

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