Italics mean it's a dream (but I'm sure you could've guessed that).

Harry was walking in a foggy graveyard. There were faceless ghastly people all around him, and they were whispering. Harry began to run, and the people followed him. He thought he heard them calling his name,

"Harry! Save us Harry!" Harry stopped and looked around. He knew that voice.

"Sirius!" he yelled. "Sirius where are you?"

"Harry! He killed us all. Only when he is dead can we all rest," said another ghostly figure. He then saw Sirius.

"Sirius! What should I do?"

"Harry the book will have the key to defeating evil."

"What book?" Harry asked desperately.

"I can't tell you. You have to find it, along with the one you love. Only you can unlock it's secrets." Sirius said.

"Sirius, why can't you come back?" Harry asked.

"Harry, the dead cannot return. We can't rest until you kill Voldemort. We are all dead because of him. See how many he has killed?" Sirius said. All of a sudden there was a blinding flash of green light, and the ghosts were screaming. A great green snake was coming out of the fog, straight at Harry. "Harry, you should leave now."

"Wait! Who can help me find the book?" Harry asked frantically.

"In time you will realize who it is," Sirius said. "Please Harry, my last request to you is that you beat lord Voldemort and free us all. Now go!" Harry started running through the graveyard. His scar was burning white hot. He made it to a wrought iron fence and was trapped. He turned around and saw the snake. He watched as it swiftly changed into a man, but kept the same face. Lord Voldemort had him cornered. Before he could even move, Voldemort had him cornered.

"Harry Potter…" the snakelike face hissed. "We meet again. Tell me, what does the prophecy say?"

"I'll never tell you!" Harry screamed. He reached for his wand, and discovered that he didn't have one. Voldemort was closing in on him. He turned his wand on Harry and screamed,

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Harry felt the beam of green light penetrate his body, and he screamed…

"AHHHRGH!" Harry yelled. He sat up in bed, clutching his forehead. His scar was burning, and he was in a cold sweat. Ron gave a particularly loud snore but didn't wake up. He heard footsteps and Hermione burst in his door.

"Harry! What's wrong?" she said, looking frightened.

"T-they were all dead. All of them…" he said, shaking.

"Who's dead? Did you have another vision?" she asked.

"I…I saw Sirius. He warned me about a book…and then Voldemort came. He did the Avada Kedavra curse on me, and then I woke up. He tried to kill me…" Harry said. "Sirius was trying to warn me…It's all my fault!" Harry yelled in frusteration. Hermionie sat beside him on his bed. She put her hand on his cheek and turned his face toward hers and was surprised to see tears in his eyes; she had never seen Harry cry before.

"Harry, it's not your fault…" said Hermione. "It's Voldemort's."

"Hermione, I think you'd better go. It seems like anyone who I get close to ends up dead…" said Harry, turning away from her.

"Well then let me die!" she said. "I would rather die at the hands of Voldemort being your friend than I would being your enemy. I just want to be with you, Harry! I care about you!" Then she paused, realizing what she just said, and her face turned beet red.

"How could you be friends with a murderer?" Harry whispered, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

"Harry, you're not a murderer," Hermione said, taking his hand.

"I'm not talking about Sirius," Harry said. She sighed.

"Harry, I know something happened that night, after we escaped from the Ministry. You've been acting strange ever since, and now that I know this isn't about Sirius, I'm not so sure. You can tell me Harry. I promise I won't tell anybody, or judge you based on what I believe. I'm here for you, Harry," Hermione said. She squeezed his hand, and he looked her in the eye.

"Dumbledore told me about a prophecy that was made about me before I was born. It was made by professor Trelawny and Dumbledore heard it in person. They also kept a record of it in the ministry, which is what Voldemort wanted to get. He only heard the first part…but this is what I heard:The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."

Hermione closed her eyes, a look of pain on her face.

"Why do they put the burden on you, as if you haven't already had a hard enough life," she whispered. "Harry…I want you to know that I'll stand by you through this. You can't carry this on your own, nobody can."

"I know…do you think I haven't been thinking that all summer? Why does everything happen to me?" Harry said, burying his face in his hands.

"I don't know…" Hermione said sadly. Ron snored again and they both jumped. Hermione looked at the alarm clock on harry's rickety bedside table. "Well, it's pretty late. I'd better get back in my room before Ron wakes up and thinks we've been…well never mind," she said, sliding off Harry's bed. Harry lie back down and closed his eyes. Hermione gently ruffled his raven hair and whispered, "'night Harry."

"Night Hermione…" Harry whispered back. "And…thanks."

When Harry woke up the next morning, he was thoroughly drained from his lack of sleep, for he couldn't fall asleep until hours after Hermione left. He heard a knock at the door and a familiar voice say,

"Rise and shine, Harry!" He opened the door and Fred and George were standing in front of his door, directing his trunk with their wands. "Stand back!" Fred warned. With a jab of his wand, he sent the trunk flying into his room. It bounced off the back wall, causing the window to rattle violently, and hit the ground with a thud. Seconds later, Hedwig flew in the door and landed on the top of the old wardrobe.

"Thanks guys," Harry said gratefully. "You didn't freak out the dursley's too much, did you?" he asked, dreading the answer.

"Only a little, " said George, grinning wickedly. "Come on, mom's got breakfast ready!" they both disappeared with a pop and harry closed the door. He quickly changed his clothes and went downstairs. When he entered the kitchen, he saw Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Ginny, Mrs. Weasly, and Lupin sitting at the table.

"Lupin! I thought you left!" Harry said, sitting beside him and helping himself to bacon and eggs.

"Nope, I'm here to take you on a little trip today," he said.

"Harry, dear, they've sent the booklists early this year. Here's yours," said

Mrs. Weasly, handing him an envelope with the Hogwarts crest on it. He took it and slit it open, glancing at the booklist.

The standard book of spells, grade 6

Disguises to fool Dark Wizards: how to operate undercover

"Huh, only two new books. Wonder who they got for the new Defense against the Dark Arts teacher?" Ron said, examining his own list. Lupin and Mrs. Weasly exchanged significant glances, smiling.

"I think you'll be very happy with the new teacher," Lupin said.

"Ooo, who is it?" Hermione asked eagerly.

"I think you should wait until school starts to find out," Mrs. Weasly said sternly.

"Fine, don't tell us," Ron said indignantly, stuffing his mouth with bacon.

"So are we going to Diagon Alley today then?" Harry asked Lupin.

"Yes, but you're coming with me first. Since you're sixteen now, you get to hear…er…some things."

"What things?" Harry asked. All eyes were now on him and Lupin now.

"Harry…we're going to listen to Sirius' and your parents' wills."