Harry Potter and Dumbledore's Secret

Chapter 2

Harry awoke the next morning feeling completely rested. For the first time all summer, he did not wake up due to the images of someone being killed.

He looked over at Ron, who was sleeping in the most uncomfortable looking position. He snores were so loud,Harry was surprised he had not woken the whole house.

"Ron, Harry whispered to Ron hoping to wake him up gently "Ron, Ron wake up." Ron had jumped awake with a pig like snort. "Ron, I know that Volde-"

"Don't say his name!"

"He's dead Ron. It doesn't matter anymore. As I was saying, I know he is dead, but my scar is hurting again. Not as much as it used to, bit it's tingling. Should I tell Herm-"

"No!" Ron cut him off quickly after starting her name. "If you tell her, she will worry that we didn't kill you-know-who. We don't need her to be wording like that."

Ron was not lying, but now Harry was worrying if Voldemort was actually dead. He had to be, Harry remembered watching his snake like eyes roll back to be nothing but white.

Harry continued to think all of this over during the car ride to Diagonalley. He quickly got distracted when the little boy on his lap, who was Teddy, was starting to cry.

Harry had taken care of Teddy all summer, and for some reason, Teddy had not cried once. Harry did not know what to do, he tried to feed him, he tried calming him down, but he was unsure what he was crying at. Ginny seamed to know how to fix the crying, so she took Teddy from Harry, but then her jaw dropped. She tried mouthing something, but Harry did not understand until she pointed to his scar. She was mouthing scar, but he did not know why.

Soon enough, Mr. Weasley stopped the car and everyone was looking at his scar. "What's wrong with my scar?" Harry asked with a panicked tone in his voice. No one answered, but Hermione handed him a small pocket mirror.

He did not look at his scar immediately, he first looked around the car to see the others expression, he was now expecting what he may see in the mirror.

What he saw in the mirror shocked him greatly. His scar had opened,no blood was spilling out, but light, almost like rays of sun light, was beaming out. All around the scar was red and tender, though none of it hurt.

He sat for a few minutes staring at it when he heard something. "Everyone shhh. Can you hear that?" Harry listened harder trying to make out what his scar was saying. "Harry? Harry Potter? Harry help!" and girl was calling his name. He did not recognize the voice, though his stomach sank as if he knew this person.

Before he knew it, the scar closed again. Mr. Weasley continued on the way to diagonalley, and everyone was sitting the way the originally were. Harry started considering that he had just dreamt it. He was no longer holding a mirror but was again holding Teddy.

Once they had arrived at Diagonalley, they all went to the robe shop. Something was different about Diagonalley this year, usually around the week before school it was packed with excited first years and returning. This year, there were not many people. He started to worry about how many people will be going to school this year.

Everyone got their new set of red, yellow, and black robes. Harry loved to represent Gryffindor. His who family had been in Gryffindor, and he was happy to continue the tradition.

Once back to the burrow, Harry decided that maybe he should read the letter from Professor Mcgonagall.

Dear Harry Potter,

I hope you will chose to return to Hogwarts this year. If you would like, we are trying to rebuild the Ministry of Magic, and we would love it if you wish to continue your hopes of being an Auror. We hope you can help us get the wizarding world back onto its feet. You will again be the Gryffindor quidditch team captain. If you chose to come back to Hogwarts, we have bought you a new Firebolt to play on.

Hope to see you soon,
Professor Mcgonagall

Harry was hoping there would be more than that, something on why his scar was still being strange. If Dumbledore was still alive and was the headmaster, he would have made sure Harry was doing alright.

Harry wished more than anything to talk to Dumbledore, maybe he could tell Harry who the voice was.

He went to bed thinking about the voice. In his dreams he dreamt of someone he did not recognize. She had bright green eyes like his, but her hair was perfectly straight and neat. A dark black color flooded over her shoulders, the same color as his hair.

This girl was not saying anything, but she looked worried. Like she was trapped. Harry tried to thin of who she was, but she couldn't. She struggled to get free,