Harry Potter and the Mortal Enemy

Considering that Voldemort was back, it was surprising that he had had no dreams about his 'activities'. But it seemed that this would not be the case. For almost as soon as Harry had fallen into what he had hoped would be a dreamless slumber, like the other nights since his return from Hogwarts, he began to dream. Instantly he could tell that this was not a normal dream, but a true event that was occurring – something to do with Voldemort, that he was viewing through the scar on his forehead.

He could see several people that he supposed were wizards, and judging from the masks over their faces, they were minions of Voldemort. They were standing in front of a house that he vaguely recognised, but he couldn't tell how he knew it.

He heard a voice, one that he recognised. It was Peter Pettigrew, also known as Wormtail. It seemed that he was the Death Eater in charge of what ever they were doing.

Wormtail was yelling out orders to the Death Eaters, who were muttering different spells, with various consequences, "Hurry up and do your work. The Dark Lord will be most displeased if he hears of anything – or anyone – left standing."

A grunt answered back "Yes, sir, at once, sir." Crabbe, Harry thought.

"Well, are you done yet? I wish to have the pleasure of announcing our victory once and for all."

A voice, sounding like Lucius Malfoy, answered. "Of course.You know that we all want this...victory as much as you and our Master. Continue, if you will"

Wormtail muttered back, "We'll see about that. MORSMORDRE!" The house, which was now in ruins, smouldering slightly, suddenly had a bright green Death Mark hovering above it.

Harry woke up, gasping for air. As soon as Wormtail had shouted that incantation, his scar had started throbbing.

Breathing quickly, his breath gradually slowing down to normal, he thought about the dream he had just had. It was strange, usually he could tell where he was, roughly, but this time he had no idea where the Death Eaters were.

His scar was still throbbing, but not as much. It didn't hurt as much as it normally did when he had these 'dreams', but he supposed the only reason he didn't scream out loud and wake up the Granger household and the neighbours was the fact that Voldemort was not present – as far as he could tell.

Hopefully, he would find out sooner or later where the house was, or if anybody had been injured, or worse, killed, but for the meantime, he lay back down and tried to get back to sleep. It took some time, which was not surprising, as if he was almost afraid that if he went back to sleep, he would see more houses or families destroyed, but eventually he drifted to sleep.

*****

When he awoke in the morning, the house was quiet – more than it should have been. He could not hear any talk, from either Hermione or her parents. Curious, he quickly dressed, and headed into the kitchen area, which Hermione had pointed out to him on his 'tour' last night.

Hermione was the only person there, sitting down at the table eating breakfast. She looked up at Harry as he entered.

"Oh, Hi, Harry! Mum and Dad have both left for work, but they didn't want to wake you, so they said that we could just hang around the house or do whatever we want today. So, did you want to grab some breakfast or something?"

Harry, not wanting to scare her by telling her about his dream, knowing her past reactions, tried to act like normal. 'Umm, yeah, that should be fine."

Hermione got up from the kitchen table, and went to various cupboards, and pulled out an assortment of things – plates, bowls, and cereals. Harry felt that he had to do something before she emptied all of the kitchen cupboards, spoke up. "Hermione, it is only one person you need to get food for. Unless you have the whole of Hogwarts hidden here under Invisibility Cloaks, which I doubt."

She looked at all of the things that she had set out on the table, which was quickly running out of room, and looked surprised at all of the things she had gotten out. "Oh, I guess I just got carried away. Anyway, just take your pick of what you need, I think that I accidentally got out every single plate in the household!"

Harry grabbed a bowl, and some cereal, laughing and saying, "I'll say. I didn't know that people could have that many plates – even the Dursleys don't have as many, even with all of the plates that Dudleyused every meal."

Hermione grinned. "Oh, I thought he was on that grapefruit diet though – what happened to it?"

"Nothing much – he managed to lose, oh, what was it? That's right, about a pound – Aunt Petunia decided that her poor little diddums would starve if he didn't get taken off the diet, since he didn't lose much weight, so the school nurse gave in. I think that the school uniform supplier had to make about five more sizes for him though, since about a year ago he just managed to fit into the largest size. Not that I'm complaining – at least I actually get fed a decent meal now – well, decent for the Dursleys."

She grimaced. "You poor thing. Well, I know for sure that you will definitely get fed more here – I remember Mum saying something about how those Dursleys treated you so horribly every Summer, and how she was surprised you didn't starve to death."

Harry was about to reply, but was cut off as a tawny owl flew in the window. "And that would be..."

Hermione reached up to the leg of the owl, where a bulky paper was rolled up there. As soon as she removed it, the owl fluffed its feathers, and flew back out the kitchen window. "This would be the Daily Prophet, remember I told you that I took out a subscription last year because I was so sick of finding out everything from the Slytherins? Well, I continued it,it is so useful for keeping up with what's happening in the wizardingworld." She shook out the paper, and had a quick glance at the front page. Her face turned pale, and she gasped. Harry walked over to have a look at what had given her this reaction, and wordlessly she handed him the paper. He had a look at the front page, and almost fainted at the headline.

"Death Eater Attack – Target: The Boy Who Lived?"