Harry Potter and The Last Horcrux

Searching

We traveled along the tracks of the Hogwarts Express, but this time, we didn't fly over the tracks. Up ahead of us we spotted smoke rising from the train. The sun began to set, so we presumed that the kids have arrived at Hogwarts.

"Watch out for the Whomping Willow," Ron warned me.

I smiled.

"Don't worry, Ron," I laughed, "We're a whole lot more experienced than we were when we were twelve. Plus, we know how to drive."

"Yea...," Ron agreed.

I located the perfect landing spot in Hogwarts and began to descend. Ron peered out the window at the large school. Once we landed, we eagerly exited the car and ran into the school.

"Harry! Wait!" Ron shouted at me.

I halted and turned around.

"What?" I asked him.

"They're in the middle of the sorting of the new students! We can't just barge in there!" Ron answered.

"Then we'll wait in Professor McGonagall's office," I said.

"Okay, let's go!" he shouted in agreement.

We both ran passed the Great Hall, up a few staircases when I stopped in my tracks. The paintings were all confused. They were wondering why Ron and I were back at Hogwarts.

"Harry Potter?" a painting asked. "What are you doing here?"

"Look, we've got to talk to Professor McGonagall," I answered.

Then, I continued to run up the stairs. The paintings continued to ask us questions, but we intentionally ignored them and finally arrived in Professor McGonagall's office. Her office looked like Professor Dumbledore's. In fact, her office was quite cleaner. The wooden shelves that lined the circular walls were clean, and free of dust filled with books and pictures. Many of the books were old and torn. The large wooden table stood in between the two staircases, behind it was a chair. Ron and I were both intruiged.

"Harry!" Did you know that professor McGonagall has a picture of us?" Ron asked me.

I turned my head towards Ron and glanced at the picture. He was right. The picture was of us on our last day at Hogwarts. I looked at the other pictures surrounding it and my eyes enlarged.

"Ron!" This whole section of the shelf is filled with articles and pictures of us!" I shouted. "I wonder...."

We continued to read and examine the pictures and articles. Many of the articles were written and published when I was fifteen. Suddenly, the door burst open. We quickly turned around.

"Potter. Weasly," Professor McGonagall muttered. "How unexpected...."

"Professor," I said, "It's nice to see you again."

"Yes it is Mr. Potter...," Professor McGonagall muttered. "Come, follow me."

Ron and I followed Professor McGonagall to the part of her upstairs office. We all sat down on three chairs, facing each other around a small round table. Professor McGonagall brought us team after we sat down.

"What is it Potter?" she asked.

"Professor, I recently had another...vision about Voldemort, but this time - ," I explained to her.

"You don't mean another...nightmare do you?" she interrupted.

"Not exactly...it actually occurred after the train left," I answered. "This dream was in the Forbidden Forest. Wormtail was there, and he found the resurrection stone that I had dropped before Voldemort tried to kill me. He's going to bring him back!"