As Harry walked through the
dark hall, he heard a noise come from the drawing room. He went to the door,
but waited a second before going in. The room looked liked a tornado had hit.
There were books and crumpled parchment all over the floor and the chairs were
flipped.

  It took a minute for Harry to see the thing in the corner. A
creature of some sort was curled up in a ball, shivering and making strange
noises.

  Harry slowly approached the creature, with his wand at the
ready. The creature stood up and turned around. And it stared into to Harry’s
eyes. Harry’s heart sank into his stomach and his blood went cold. Standing
before him was Lord Voldamort.

  Harry blinked twice to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.
Voldamort slowly approached him. Harry wanted to cast a spell; something to
protect him. But he couldn’t find the courage to do anything. It was something
he never felt before. He was so surprised. He never thought Voldamort would
show up to at headquarters. He was frozen in fear.

  He saw a light come from Voldamort’s wand. Before he knew it
he was thrown back.  The last thing he
saw was a figure come into the room, before his head hit a bookshelf really
hard and all the books came crashing onto his unconscious body.

  “What happened to him
Remus?” said a distant muffled voice. Harry was awake but he kept his eyes
shut. His head hurt but he didn’t know why, although he did feel a slight
stinging sensation that was vaguely familiar. The last thing he remembered was
a bookshelf and Voldamort. Voldamort.

  Harry shot straight up. He was lying on his bed at the head
quarters. His vision was blurry.  Someone
had removed his glasses. He reached over and put them back on. He was alone in
the room. He got up and started walking towards the mirror across the room. But
before he could get very far, he felt so dizzy like he was going to fall over.
He managed to get to the mirror but he had to hold on to it.

  He didn’t look like himself. He was pale and he had a huge
bruise on his head. He could see it was cut. He was sore everywhere. But he
felt to dizzy to stay standing, so he went back to bed. The moment he sat down,
he felt his scar burn with hoot white pain; like someone had stabbed him in the
head. He clutched his forehead with his hand and collapsed on the bed with a
small thud.

  By the time his scar stopped burning it had been 10 minutes.
Harry lay there; stunned at the past events.

  Just then, Ron and Hermione walked in.

  “Oh, Harry! You’re awake!” said Hermione. “How are you
feeling?”

  “Confused” said Harry in a tired voice.

  “Well, everyone was downstairs when we heard a thud coming
from upstairs. Professor Lupin said he’d go and check it out. We said we’d come
with him.” Said Hermione gesturing to her self and Ron. “By the time we got
there, we saw you fly back ward. You hit your head on the bookshelf and then
everything came falling on top of you. Then we saw you know who.  Professor Lupin looked straight at it and it
changed into a full moon and- Harry it was just a boggart.”

  There was a long pause.

  “Then what happened?” asked Harry.

  “Well, me and Ron went over to you. We tried to shake you
awake but nothing worked. So in the end Professor Lupin magi ked you onto a
stretcher and brought you in here. In the end, you had a concussion and two
bruised ribs.”

  Well this explained why Harry’s ribs were so sore.

  “But if it was a boggart, then how come it was able to cast
a spell on me?” asked Harry.

  “Well the boggart becomes what you fear. The boggart turned
into you know who and he cast a spell to get you out of his way.”

  Harry knew exactly why the boggart did this. His fear was
Voldamort killing all of the people he loved. The boggart used a spell to get
him out of the way so it could get to everyone. It thought he was standing in
the way, not to frozen in fear to move. But he knew he would never tell anyone
this. They would worry.

  “Yeah,” Harry said. “I’m scarred Voldamort will kill me.
Just like he killed Cedric, and my parents.”

  “Harry,” said Hermione. “We’ll always be here with you.”

  “We’ll never let him get near you mate.” Said Ron.

  But they didn’t understand. That was the problem.