Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, everything belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Author's note: It is my fist fan fiction and I am not a native English speaker. So please tolerate my poor grammar.

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Prologue

Harry woke up from yet another nightmare about Voldemort. He sat at the edge of his bed, panting heavily. He placed his hand on his scar which was burning again. Designing it was not a good idea to go back to sleep, he quietly slipped out of his bed and grabbed his invisibility cloak. He made sure Ron was still sleeping peacefully on his bed before closing the door behind him.

Harry stood alone in the corridor of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. He rubbed his scar in attempt to ease the pain. The memory of the recent events suddenly rushed back to him: A large group of order members "rescued" him from the Dursleys, Sirius' talk about Voldemort's plan, the hearing in the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore's attitude towards him. He didn't want to tell anyone about his constant nightmare and the pain of his scar. He didn't want to show the others that he was so worried and so weak. Besides, he was still angry with them for hiding everything from him. And Dumbledore didn't even look straight into Harry's eyes.

It was still hours from dawn. Harry sighed and wandered around in the house aimlessly. The house was quiet, no members would arrive and no meetings would be held at that time. After not more than half an hour, Harry found himself sitting on the floor of the drawing room, thinking if he should went back to sleep or just wait until dawn. In the meantime, something caught his eyes: a faint light was coming out from the cupboard. Harry frowned; he didn't remember something like that when he was fixing the cupboard. He followed the light and finally found out the source of it. It was a stone, glowing brightly between various strange items in the cupboard. Harry grabbed the stone and examined it closely. It seemed... familiar. Harry had seen something like that before... the Sorcerer's Stone. Before he could think any longer, he felt a force pulling him forward, just like what he felt when he traveled by a portkey. In the next moment, he disappeared and the drawing room was once again dark and quiet.