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Lord Voldemort paced around the room, looking at his pathetic servant cowering before him at his feet. He addressed Wormtail with a cool, icy tone in his voice, mostly talking to himself, but looking directly at the pile of nothingness kneeling before him. "I am evil. I am power. I am immortal. I am all things dark. I am Lord Voldemort!"
Voldemort stopped walking, turned toward Wormtail and continued, "All the pieces of my plan are falling into place. Slowly, painfully, I will bring about Potter's destruction. I will kill his pathetic allies one by one, picking the seams of his world apart until it falls around his feet like an overly-used robe. And those Weasleys know about overly-used robes, don't they? Oh yes. The father, who dealt with Muggles and Mudbloods, was no loss. Then, I will kill every last Weasley, except for one."
Voldemort laughed a cold, harsh laugh that cut through the air around his servant. Wormtail shivered as his master began to speak again. "The brat girl I will leave for Potter. I will possess him, and he will murder her slowly, giving Potter possession of his body only when her blood stains his robes, soaking through to his skin. I want him to feel it on his hands. I want to drive him mad and then kill him like the worthless dog he is. He should have died long ago! If it hadn't been for that Mudblood mother of his… but that's no matter now. Soon, I will rid the world of all Mudbloods, squibs, and all pathetic wastes of space who dare to deem themselves human. I will send Naggini, my faithful serpent, to sink her deadly fangs into their throats. I will watch her head weave, first backward, then forward. I will listen to the gurgling cries of her victims, my prey, as their miserable lives ebb away.
Raising his voice, Voldemort cried, "I am evil. I am power. I am immortal. I am all things dark. I am Lord Voldemort! All the pieces of my plan are falling into place. Soon, I will bring about Potter's destruction. Soon, victory will be mine at last."
Harry awoke, his breath coming out in short gasps. The throbbing in his scar was so painful, he wanted to roll over and die. Ron turned to look at Harry whose face was stark white, and his green eyes were clouded with fear.
"What is it, mate?" Ron asked, going to sit on the edge of Harry's bed. Harry pressed his hands to his forehead and tried to block out the pain. He could still see Voldemort clearly in his head. Dancing around the room, glowering at Wormtail, and talking to himself.
"Your sister," Harry gasped before leaning over and vomiting all over the floor. Ron looked at Harry with concern and frowned.
"I'm going to go get mum. You stay here."
"Go make sure that your sister is all right." Harry heard the door slam behind Ron. Voldemort was going to try and kill every Weasley. He couldn't let that happen! He had to know if Ginny was okay. Voldemort had said that he was going to possess him and have him kill Ginny. Harry bit his lip and glared at the ceiling, trying to keep from vomiting again. He wouldn't let Voldemort hurt Ginny, or anyone else that he loved. Harry continued holding his hands over his burning scar, replaying the events of his dream back in his head. Soon he heard hurried footsteps walking quickly up the stairs. Harry looked towards the door as Mrs. Weasley came bustling in, followed by Professor Lupin.
"Are you all right, Harry dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked, looking at Harry's shaking body. She leaned over and ran her hand along his cheek. She took in a breath when she felt how hot his skin was and grimaced. "What happened?" Molly asked, muttering to herself.
Harry looked at Mrs. Weasley, then at Professor Lupin. "I had a dream, a vision, whatever you want to call it," Harry began. "Voldemort was there; he was pacing around the room, talking to Wormtail about how he got rid of Mr. Weasley, and how he wanted to kill all of my allies, except for one person." Harry looked around the room, unsure if he should continue. Mrs. Weasley already looked deeply pained at the mention of Mr. Weasley's name, and he didn't want to cause her any more grief.
The professor looked at Harry, and smiled warmly. "Molly, I think Harry could use a cup of tea and maybe a little something to eat." Mrs. Weasley looked at Harry, her eyes still clouded with misery, her expression grim.
"Of course, Remus; I will be right back, Harry dear," she said, quickly hurrying from the room. Professor Lupin stared at the boy for a long moment, then went and sat on the end of his bed. "What else happened?" he asked, smiling kindly at Harry.
"Voldemort said that he was going to kill all the Weasleys, every last one of them, except Ginny. He said that he was going to save her for last, in order to get to me." Harry looked at Professor Lupin with a tired expression.
"I will notify Dumbledore immediately," Professor Lupin reassured. He patted Harry on the shoulder and walked out of the room. Harry sat alone in the room with his thoughts wheeling around in his head. With the image of Voldemort's snake slicing through the veins in Ginny's throat, he bolted out of bed. Quickly, he threw on his dressing gown and ran down the stairs to Ginny's room. The door was ajar, and he could see two people huddled around the bed. Harry ran through the door and saw Hermione and Ron look his way. "Is Ginny all right?" Harry asked, looking at Ron.
"She just had a nightmare, that's all. It's nothing to worry about Harry, really." Harry didn't listen; he pushed his way in between his friends and grasped Ginny's hand.
"Ginny, are you all right?" Harry asked in a concerned tone.
Ginny's eyes fluttered open, and she lifted a shaky hand to her forehead to wipe away the sweat that was collecting on her skin. "Just a bad dream, that's all."
Harry was about to ask another question when the door flew open, and Mrs. Weasley stormed in, her eyes full of anger. "What are you doing out of bed, Harry? Go lay down this instant." Harry stared open-mouthed at Mrs. Weasley. He had never been yelled at by her before and was temporarily rooted to the spot.
"Now," Mrs. Weasley said sternly, waving her hands in the direction of the door. Harry moved reluctantly, but he looked behind him to see Mrs. Weasley drop a gentle hand on Ginny's forehead and smile. He was grateful that at least one person could erase the pain from Ginny's brown eyes. He hoped someday it could be him. What am I thinking? Harry thought to himself, as he walked up the last flight of stairs to the attic room that he and Ron shared. He couldn't be with Ginny, then Voldemort would get what he wanted. Harry walked in to the room and sat down heavily on the bed. He wouldn't, nor couldn't put Ginny in any danger. At the thought of Ginny, a small smile crept on to Harry's face, and Dumbledore chuckled as he stood in the door watching.