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Chapter 2

Harry POV

At the moment, I'm trudging up Stoatshead Hill behind Mr. Weasley, and the Diggorys, pondering whether to tell Ron and Hermione about his dream, or keep it to himself. Telling my friends may make me feel better, but I don't want them to worry. In my dream, there was a man that was going into a house, but, he heard voices in another room. He walked slowly in and saw a chair in front of the fire. The chair swivels around and there is a flash of light and a scream. Then nothing. I shudder in recollection. Ya, better not tell Ron and Hermione.

We arrive at the top of Stoatshead Hill and Mr. Diggory finds an old shoe. Mr. Weasley tells us to place one finger on it, and at once, we zip away.

Most of us were screaming, but Mr. Weasley said that the Portkey was the fastest way to travel. Well then.

When we land, we all lay sprawled on the ground, except for the adults, who came walking out of the sky as though they had done it a thousand times, which they probably had.

The Quidditch World Cup was A.M.A.Z.I.N.G. I think I had the best time of his life. I was especially content with Fred, George, and Ginny chanting, "THE IRISH WON! IRISH #1". Myself, happy with the evening, fell asleep in his bed, oblivious about the dream that was to come.

It was the same dream. With a twist. Same house, same flash of light, different person. It was a boy instead of a man. And he looked almost exactly like me, but different. He had the same jet black hair and green eyes. The boy radiated power. He didn't have a scar, or glasses, or a wand, but he had a bronze sword that glowed in the darkness. He walked into the house and I wanted to scream for him to stop. I knew what happened next. But before the chair turned, I woke up.

There are yells of running people and bangs sound left and right. Mr. Weasley is running around waking everyone up. I quickly put on a jacket and run out the tent flap.

There is fire and destruction everywhere, and at the southern end of the campgrounds, Bill says that there are masked cloaked marchers destroying everything. Above them, a green skull is eating a black snake of smoke, which, for some reason, people were making quite a big deal about. We follow Fred and George to the edge of the forest but we lose the twins in the crowd. Ron, Hermione, and I run into a clearing.

A voice cuts through the silence, "scared Potter?" Draco Malfoy steps out of the ring of trees.

"A mudblood, a weasel, and a potted plant. Such a odd trio."

With that, Malfoy disappears into the shadows.

Why I do this, I have no idea...