The Power Within

~*~Chapter Three~*~

A Painful Memory

The next day, Harry and Ron woke early and went down to breakfast, only to find that everyone else was already there. The table was being set and prepared for breakfast by Mrs. Weasley and Ginny, Fred and Gorge were being told off and lectured by Percy about them about being immature and destroying other peoples belongings (the belonging in mind being his robes...), Bill and Charlie could be seen out in the yard feeding the chickens, and Mr. Weasley sat comfortably at the table, reading The Daily Prophet.

Harry and Ron went to sit with Mr. Weasley at the table, where they sat quietly until Ron´s father broke the silence.

"So. When's Hermione supposed to be arriving?" he said, looking over the top of his paper.

"Um... I think she said around noon," replied Ron, trying to recall what Hermionie's letter had said.

"Breakfast is ready everyone... Bill? Charlie? Come in and eat." Mrs. Weasley called out. Everyone came into the kitchen, took their seats and began to dig in.

They had an enjoyable Breakfast, and afterwards, Harry, Ron, the twins, Bill, and Charlie, went up to the paddock on Stoatshed Hill to play Quidditch. They played for an hour, that way they were back at the house for noon, when Hermionie arrived. They walked back down the hill discussing all of the cool moves they performed and the speeds of their brooms, until the reached the Burrow. The six boys entered the kitchen and collapsed into chairs, as they were very out of breath from playing. Five minutes after they got in, Hermionie arrived at the house. Like Harry, she was greeted with a large hug and a kiss on the cheek from Mrs. Weasley. Harry and Ron helped her carry her things up to Ginny's room, where she was staying, then they all went up to Ron's room to catch up on things they'd missed over the summer. Hermionie told them all about her summer and how Crookshanks had somehow found love ("Never would have believed it!" Ron exclaimed...) and how she had actually stayed in-touch with Viktor Krum.

"So, you didn't go over to visit him, then?" Ron asked curiously,

"No. He said that something came up and he'd have to cancel that... it was something to do with Quidditch, but anyway... How was you're guys summer?" she asked them brightly, though it seem that she was anxious to change the subject.

The three of them had an enjoyable time, talking about all of the things that had happened during the summer. They had a great dinner, and soon enough, it was time for bed.

"But it's so early!" Gorge told his mother,

"Yes dear, I understand that, but we've got an early morning tomorrow... We've got to get all of your school things." And with that, they all carried themselves up to bed. Fred and Gorge were staying in Ron's room with him and Harry, so they had a difficult time getting to sleep, as they were having a very fun time playing Gobstones.

That night Harry drifted off to sleep feeling very happy that he was back at The Burrow. However... Harry had, yet another strange dream. He was falling... very fast, into darkness. Further and further down what seemed to be a bottomless pit. He finally hit solid ground. He was back at school again, only this time he was in the Gryffindor common room. He looked around and saw that someone was sitting in the armchair, by the fire. He stepped closer, and realized who it was... it was the same girl he had dreamed about before, only she was older this time and seemed to be crying. He was just about to say something when she disappeared, as did everything else around him. Next he found himself in the place Harry wanted to be least. He was back in the graveyard where he had watched Voldemort rise again. The place where Cedric had died. He heard movement in the trees behind him. He turned to look at what it was and he saw that girl...but she was transparent. She kept fading, more and more, until she was gone and Harry was alone. Suddenly there was a bright, green flash of light and Harry saw the dark figure of Voldemort standing in front of Harry. There was another flash and Harry woke with a start, his scar burning.

He sat in his bed, his heart pounding in his chest, his hand clapped to his forehead. What did this mean? Who was that girl? And why...why did Harry see Voldemort? His brain seemed to be working overtime, which was making it hard for Harry to think straight. No sooner had the pain in his scar come had it gone. He sat in the dark wondering what to do. Should he tell Ron and Hermionie? After a while of thinking about what to do, he decided he would tell them, in private, tomorrow.