Harry didn't know where he was, who he was with, or even who he was. All he knew was that a red beast was around him, strangling him. It's large thick body coiled around him, crushing his bones. He must be dying. There was no possible way to feel this pain and live.

He heard distant voices that were almost like whispers.

"Harry! Harry! What's happening!"

"I don't know! Harry? Is it your scar? Oh my god, it's bleeding!"

He didn't know who the voices were; he just knew that he was about to die.

But he did know where he was. He was at number twelve Grimauld Place with Sirius, Remus, the Weasly's, Tonks, Dumbledore and Hermione. He knew they where eating dinner, opening presents and laughing.

He remembered he was standing up, walking over to his godfather. He remembered feeling a sharp pain in his scar. He hit the floor and saw a pair of red eyes staring at him through complete darkness, piercing him with their terrifying gaze. Then the red beast came, slithering around him, enveloping him in a deadly embrace. He could feel the beast speaking, his own jaw moving. He didn't know exactly what he was doing, but he felt himself struggling against the beast, crying out in agony as his hold got tighter and tighter, burning his skin.

"Take his wand! Get the wand away from him!"

"Harry," a weary yet determined voice called to him, "it's not how you are alike, but it's how you are different."

He then saw a man, barely so. Pale, wiry skin just barely covering the bones holding him together. snake like slits where his nose was meant, red slanted eyes burning into him, an evil smirk spreading across his pale face.

"You will lose, Harry Potter," he hissed, extending his bony finger. Harry shrieked in agony as it made direct contact with his forehead.

Voldemort smirked wickedly, his crimson eyes glistening with amusement.

Harry felt blood trickle down his forehead, dripping lazily onto Voldemort's finger.

"Silly Potter, did you really think you could win? That you would defeat me?"

Harry cried out as he felt his arm moving, his jaw forming words that were not his own;

"You've lost, Dumbledore. You can not defeat Lord Voldemort!"

"No, don't let him get the wand!" he heard Lupin order. He vaguely knew there were hands restraining him, pressing his arms and legs to the ground.

Suddenly, the dark abyss was shattered by a piercing white light and a terror filled shriek.

Harry looked into the light, seeing two distant figures standing at the end. They were drawing nearer, moving hesitantly, as though they where deeply confused.

The figures had cloaks on, that much he could tell with the hoods covering their faces. Once they became closer, he realized the pain had dulled, and a warmth overtook him. The white light became duller as well as the figures became larger and larger.

Finally, the figures stopped. they stood still for a moment, looking directly at him, until finally, the smallest of the two raised her arm and removed the hood, revealing long auburn hair and sparkling emerald eyes.

The second removed his as well. he was tall, rather skinny, man. His deep brown eyes glinting off the glasses lying on his ears. His hair was raven black and sticking out in all directions, hanging lazily in his eyes.

Harry's breath hitched in his throat, and he felt his eyes nearly pop out of the sockets.

For there, right in front of him, stood Lily and James Potter.

Once again, Harry's world went black and his body grew limp on the hardwood floor of Grimauld Place.