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Harry woke up, startled from yet another vision. Every muscle was aching, and his scar on his forehead burned like fire.
He tried to calm his breathing and pushed the vision out of his head. But then the end of the vision ran through his mind again, and Harry realized that he had to inform the Order of Phoenix immediately.
Harry rushed, still slightly unsteady, out of the Gryffindor dormitory to the private quarters of his Head of House. Fortunately, Professor McGonagall responded immediately to the knocking and opened the door to allow him to enter. "Mr. Potter, what can I do for you?" she asked.
Harry hurried into the room. "Professor, it is Voldemort. He was angry, really angry and-"
"Mr. Potter, please calm down. What did you see?" I am not a little kid anymore. I am 15 years old. After a couple of deep breaths, Harry continued.
"It was a graveyard," - The graveyard, Harry realised - "You know, the one where Voldemort came back. And he wanted something, but nobody could give it to him and he killed two of his Death Eaters and... I don't know..." Breathe. "He tortured them, and the ones he killed - they are still in the graveyard. And one of the dead Death Eaters is Peter Pettigrew. Please, Professor, we have to get him. Then Sirius can be free." And I can have a family, a place where I belong.
Professor McGonagall raised her wand to send her cat Patronus to Professor Dumbledore to inform him about Harry's vision.