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    Chapter 3

    Harry sat still as he looked up into the faces of a red haired boy with a lot of freckles and a girl with Frizzy Brown hair.

    “How do you feel Harry?” The girl with the Bushy Brown hair asked.

    “Huh? Who?” He asked back.

    “You...You are Harry James Potter.” The Red head said.

    “No you must be mistaken...I’m Tom Marlovo Riddle Jr. I just moved here from Durmstrang.” He replied.

    “You are not Tom Marlovo Riddle, Harry! You are Harry Potter! You aren’t the dark Lord’s son!”

    At this the room started to swirl and Harry woke up on the sidewalk in front of the hospital with a chubby looking guy with a large mustache and gray hair looking at him.

    “Boy Get up!” The man yelled forcefully.

    “W-Who are you?” The boy asked baffled.

    “Me? What the Bloody Hell happened to you boy?” The man asked.

    “I don’t know I can’t remember.” The boy said truthfully.

    “Potter, You are going to wish you were never born boy!” The older man said.

    “Potter? I’m Tom Riddle!” The boy said forcefully. Even though he some how knew that he was Harry Potter.

    “Whatever!” The older man walked over to his car and pointed for the younger one to get in. Unwillingly the boy fell backwards and memories of Harry Potter filled his mind.

    :: Flash Back to James and Lily‘s death::

    “Lily Take Harry and go! He’s here! GO! GO!”

    “James!” Lilly said as James pushed her out the door.

    “Lily we’ll all be fine! Go!” He rushed back into the room. There was a blinding Green Flash and then a high-pitched cruel laugh. There was the sound of swishing of cloak coming down the steps.

    “Give me the boy!” Voldemort said coldly.

    “Never!” Lily screamed.

    “You are going to Pay! Avada Kedavara!” Voldemort said and Lilly Potter’s body fell to the floor. The dark figure turns to Harry; “you are dead Harry Potter! Avada Kedavara!” There was a blinding flash of green.

    :: Flash back to the Hut-On-The-Rock::

    “Harry, yer a wizard.” Hagrid said.

    “I’m a what?” gasped Harry.

    “A wizard o’ course,” said Hagrid, sitting back down on the sofa, which groaned and sank lower, “an’ a thumpin good ’un, I’d say, once yeh’ve been trained up a bit. With a mum an’ dad like yours, what else would yeh be? An’ I reckon it’s abou’ time to open yeh read yer letter.”

    A blot of lightning hit the ground and causing a white blinding flash of light.

    :: Flash back to the Chamber of Secrets::

    “Well,” said Riddle, smiling pleasantly, “how is it that you-a skinny boy with no extraordinary magical talent-managed to defeat the greatest wizard of all time? How did you escape with nothing, but a scar, while Lord Voldemort’s powers were destroyed?”

    There was an odd red gleam in his hungry eyes now.

    “Why do you care how I escaped?” said Harry slowly, “Voldemort was after your time....”

    “Voldemort,” said Riddle softly, “is my past, present, and future, Harry Potter....”

    There was a flash of gold light and another scene was coming into focus.

    :: End of Flash Backs::

    Harry looked up into the cold eyes of his Uncle Vernon. He remembered everything now. How could he have been so stupid? He looked around to see that he was in the hospital again. He was wondering did he ever check out?

    He looked to see a tall nurse with a long red robe. Was he in a muggle hospital? It sure didn’t seem like it. Then why was Uncle Vernon there? Was he just imagining it? He looked back up to see not Uncle Vernon, but Sirius!

    “Harry, how do you feel?” Sirius asked.

    “Ok, I guess,” Harry replied not really having time to think about it.

    “You were bloodied up when I found you lying on the concrete. You should be glad that I was on my way back from Diagon Alley.”

    Harry gave a weak smile and then laid back.

    “Harry, if you’re tired still you can go back to sleep no one is going to keep you awake. Yes, well it would be for the best. Harry, go to sleep.” Sirius said leaning back in his chair.

    Harry laid back and tried to roll over, but he felt a sharp pain in his side.

    “Harry, I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Sirius said lovingly.

    “Why not?” Harry said rolling back to his back.

    “Because, you took a nasty blow to your side...look,” Sirius said seriously.

    Harry felt his side it felt like there was some kind of hole in his side. It was sore. He looked down at his leg and the Doctor obiviously fixed it. He winced in pain and then lay back down.

    “Harry get some rest...It’s 4:00 in the morning!”

    “Ok,” Harry said and fell into a dreamless sleep.

    He was woken hours later by Sirius.

    “Harry, wake up!” Sirius said, straightening up.

    The room came into focus as a blurry figure came into focus. Harry quickly picked up his glasses and stared into the face of Albus Dumbledore.

    “Harry would you mind telling me what happened, Harry?”

    “I really couldn’t tell you...I’m not sure my self.” said Harry honestly.

    “Harry, what do you remember?” Dumbledore asked calmly.

    “Well...I remember,” Harry said thinking. “That Voldemort erased my memory. Then I woke up I had a series of flash backs. Like my parents deaths...and when Hagrid told me I was a wizard and then when I was in the chamber of secrets then like everything around me came into focus.”

    A lot of questions were going through Harry’s mind. For one did Voldemort actually erase His mind? Did he ever actually wake up? How did he get the cut thingy? What happened to him? Was he dying? He came close to death before, but it was sudden. Now that he thought about it He did come close to death many times. Was he going crazy? Were all of his previous years at Hogwarts just a dream? Did he just immanagian all his years at Hogwarts? How could he of? He remembered waking up. But he never hit the ground hard. The biggest question he was asking himself was did he ever wake up? Or was he still dreaming?

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Chapter 4

    “Harry I want you to understand. You are in quite a predicament.” Dumbledore started. "Harry right now you are weak. Voldemort could easily kill you. Do you have any other questions or comments?” Dumbledore asked.

    “Um...No, Sir, Nothing,” Harry quickly lied. There was the gleam of triumph in Dumbledore’s eyes once again. He stood up and walked over to Harry. “Get well soon Harry Potter.” Then in a little ‘pop’ He was gone.

    Sirius walked by his Godson's bed. “Harry, How do you feel?”

    “I guess...Ok,” Harry replied.

    “Good...The doctor said you could come home tomorrow!” Sirius said joyfully.

    “What is tomorrow anyway Sirius?” Harry asked.

    “Monday,” Sirius replied.

    “Oh...” Harry said sitting up.

    “Harry don‘t!” Sirius said fatherly.

    “Why?” Harry asked feeling normal.

    “You know why...and Harry go back to sleep there’s nothing you’re going to miss,” Sirius said to Harry.

    “I know...I’m just not tired. I mean, I just woke up!” Harry replied.

    “Harry get some rest...I’ll be back in a bit.”

    “Why? I’m not tired!” Harry replied.

    “Just relax then!” Sirius said.

    Harry laid back and looked at the ceiling tiles. Not long after, boredom took over him. Soon he fell asleep. He woke up what seemed like minutes later. He looked up into the face of none other than Voldemort. All of a sudden the room started to spin and he found himself looking up into the face of Sirius.

    “Ready, Harry?” Sirius asked.

    “Huh?” Harry said sitting up.

    “Ready to go?” Sirius said.

    “Oh yeah,” Harry replied.

    “Get your robes on,” said Sirius as he walked out.

    Harry got up and changed into his spare Hogwarts robes. Quickly and sat down and put on a pair of Black converse high tops. He sat and looked around the room and then picked up his glasses. He hadn’t noticed that he hadn’t had them on since his accident. He sat up and looked around and watched Sirius walk back in.

    “Come on Harry!” Sirius said and pulled Harry up.

    Harry and Sirius walked toward a fire grate.

    “Were not going to travel by Floo-Powder are we?” Harry asked eyeing the Fireplace. Ever since the first time Harry ever traveled by Floo-Powder when he was 12 it wasn’t his favorite way to travel. He accidentally ended up in Knockturn Alley once before.

    “Yes we are,” Sirius replied handing Harry some Floo-Powder. “You’re going to Hogsmead. So just go to Hogs Head pub.”

    Harry nodded and stepped into the fireplace clutching his Floo-Powder. He threw it into the flames and shouted, “Hogs Head Pub!” The flames over took Harry as he whirled past the different fire grates. His elbows tucked tightly to his sides. He closed his eyes starting to feel nauseous. And all of a sudden it stopped he flew out the other end into a familiar looking pub. He got up and brushed the ashes off of him. He looked around to see about everyone in the pub staring at him.

    Harry of course was used to this. Being the Boy-Who-Lived...The one who put Voldemort out of causing affliction for 14 years, in yet Harry also helped Voldemort return to power.

    Harry still felt guilty for Cedric dying. He felt like he could have done something to save him. Even though he knew that he was wrong. He knew he was petrified with fear so he couldn’t have done anything could he? All of a sudden he felt a hand on his shoulder. Sirius had disturbed Harry’s trail of thought.

    “Come on we have about a half a mile to walk until we get to the house,” Sirius said and started walking toward the door. Harry quickly followed and they walked up toward the cottages.

    They walked to a street that was called Order Drive and they were in the second house. It was pretty plain. It was painted white like the surrounding ones. They walked toward the door and Sirius walked up to the door that had a Phoenix on it. Harry stared at it and it returned his stare. Sirius spoke the password that is ‘parcelmouth.’

    They walked into a large entrance hall. It had high golden ceilings and phoenixes in each corner. There was a Large Staircase like the one in the entrance hall at Hogwarts.

    Sirius guided Harry up the steps and down to the very end of the hall. His room was bigger then the entrance hall. The walls were pearly white and the ceilings are also gold. He looked over to his bed and saw that it was dressed in Gryffindor colors. He looked down at the carpet witch was white also and in the middle there was a large Griffin. He walked over to his closet and there were robes of every color. His Hogwarts robes were in back.

    He looked at the walls in his room again, but this time there were Quidditch posters covering them. It looked like Ron’s room except for it was bigger and the posters were hung neater. He looked down and his trunk and everything was in his closet. He looked over toward the window and there was a perch for his phoenix.

    He thought about Hedwig. What if she wasn’t dead? What if she came flying back to him one day? Is she ok? Harry looked out the window and saw that Falcore was flying toward him. Falcore landed on his master’s arm and then flew over to his perch. Harry lay down on his bed and looked at the ceiling all of a sudden a chilling pain went through his scar. Harry didn’t even give it a thought. He lay there and watched the wizards go from one poster to the next. He felt as if he could just lie there for hours and hours.

    All of a sudden his scar burst out with pain beyond pain. It was like being put under the Cruciatus curse. He couldn’t explain it the next thing he knew was the room was going black. He felt the hairs stand up on the back of his neck.

    He looked around and saw that he was in the middle of the Forbidden Forest. He tried to get up, but he was pushed back down by an invisible force. In the blink of an eye he wasn’t alone anymore. He was surrounded by deatheaters. All of who were dressed in long Green robes with silver lining. He looked up into the face of Lord Voldemort. His bright red eyes cutting through the darkness. Harry’s scar was burning fiercefully on his forehead.

    He tried once more to stand, but he was being held down by deatheaters. He saw the he recognized one of them as Lucius Malfoy. He couldn’t do anything they were too strong. His wand was in his pocket. His arms were restrained and so were his legs. He felt as if He was getting hit by the Cruciatus Curse. Was it? Or was it just his scar? He looked up to Voldemort and saw that his wand was naught to be seen. He guessed it was his scar.

    “Release him!” Voldemort ordered.

    He felt the deatheaters release him and he jumped to his feet...his feet shaking under him.

    “Potter do you know how long I have waited for this?” Voldemort snarled. A bright green light flashed as a cold voice shrieked those fateful words, ‘Avada Kedavara!’

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    Chapters 5 & 6