Author's Note: Sorry I've been gone for so long, my faithful readers. I just had a baby and a lot of my time has been focused on him. I will be changing my username shortly, and will be re-writing most, if not all, of my stories, as i do not really like the way they've turned out and plan on fixing them. Thank you for your continued support, mwah! :*

Parseltongue

Thoughts

"Speach"

"Spells"

Prologue:

I sat on my bed (if you could even call it that) at the Dursley's. I sighed sadly as I watched the clock slowly make its way to midnight. I would be seventeen in fifteen seconds.

I wonder if Ron and Hermione are having fun?

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I haven't been getting any letters from them since we left school…

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I hope they're okay.

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Did Voldemort get to them?

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Speaking of which, he's been unnaturally quiet…

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… Not a single vision…

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What is he up to?

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Hedwig screeched in her cage.

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"What is it, girl?"

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A strange kind of pressure started building up in my chest.

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The pressure started to spread outward while growing in intensity.

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Pain exploded in my chest, spreading like fire through my veins until it felt as if my entire being was set ablaze. I screamed at the feeling of bones breaking and reforming. My skin felt like it was boiling, my shoulder blades spread further apart and it felt like something was trying to force its way out of the space in between.

The pressure between my shoulders erupted outwards, blood splattering against the wall behind me.

I dropped to my knees on the floor next to my bed, clawing at the floor in pain. I left deep gouges in the wood behind each drag of newly formed black talon-like claws.

I threw my head back and screamed as the pain focused at the base of my spine, the sides of my head, and in my gums.

I blacked out just as my bedroom door was thrown open.

The last thing i saw before falling to the floor unconscious was a black figure wearing a hooded cloak standing in my doorway.

Author's Note: So? What do yall think? Let me know!