Hi again! I thought I would put the second chapter on as someone reviewed the first one with really nice comments!

Disclaimer: As you know-I don't own any of the characters or anything (shame but true!)

His own darkest Fear

Harry Potter woke up sweating for the fourth time that night. A horrific scene was playing over and over in his head and he didn't know why. There were five people, none of whom he knew. He could only assume that they were either connected to Voldemort in some way or figments of his imagination. He hoped it was the latter.

As far as he could see they were at a power station; he had heard about electricity from Hermione. Then came the part which woke him up every time, the part where a blinding flash of light burned the back of his eyelids and he saw these people being so visibly hurt. He wished it would stop.

But of course, being Harry Potter came with some bad side effects, for instance, the nightmares. This one was no different, he supposed. With that thought he rolled over and tried to get some sleep.

. . . Once again he saw the young people standing in a circle. He heard one of them call out; 'Rosie? I want to go home now. Rosiebella Hoffmann, I demand you take me home!' And then he was running; he was going to warn them about the explosion. He was too late. Their bodies flew and bounced in the dirt. He wanted to wake up now, but the dream gripped him. He thrashed in his bed, but it was in vain. Suddenly, he saw one of them get up - he tried to reach her - to ask her if she was alright. Once again, he couldn't get close enough, she was too far away. He followed her as best as he could until she reached the clearing, a totally burnt out space where the explosion had started. The dream skipped; suddenly he was watching her sleep in her bed. He tried harder to break free of the dream's grip; he didn't want to invade her privacy. She rolled over and he could see she was clutching a small glowing object; the glowing was beginning to engulf her. He couldn't watch.

When he opened his eyes again, the girl was softly glowing all over and the object had gone, leaving in its place the Dark Mark. . .

For the last time that night he woke up breathing hard. He knew he had to help the girl in his dream; he had to save her from Voldemort's power if it was the last thing he did.

hehe well there you go ----> please R&R :P