Dream Time

Prologue

Sirius sat at the desk inside his office. His new desk was round, like a horseshoe, so the occupant could set out multiple tasks and turn their chair in any direction so they could move to the next task. Funny enough there was a moving chair that came with the desk, of course it only had wheels, here Sirius was thinking muggles had actually made something worth using, but obviously not, so he looked on the bright side, put it together, and well, just move on because, like everyone else, he had better things to do and worry about, for example; his appointment.

He glanced around, while checking his watch he growled in agitation.

"Bloody hell... where is he?" Sirius growled, his voice a hoarse whisper, he rested his head on his arms thinking that maybe he should just sleep until his old friend showed up, that's if he even does show up this time, he owed Sirius that much this time.

"Looking for me old friend?" Sirius could clearly hear Lupin's sarcastic tone of voice coming from the fireplace. Sirius couldn't help it, he was in some state of mingled excitement, he hadn't seen Remus for 3 years, and was glad he got to see him now, maybe not in these particular circumstances, but it was better than nothing.

"You bloody...man!" Sirius's head popped up suddenly, looking at the fireplace, he nodded to Remus, he couldn't help but throw a sarcastic quip back at Lupin just for emphasis "Look who showed up out of nowhere like usual..." Sirius crossed his arms smirking and starting to laugh. "Just like old times Eh? Just like old times..."

Remus nodded, laughing to himself, he was happy, and just as excited to see Sirius. Remus now looked like his younger self, back at school when they all were together, every single one of them... he wanted to hold onto the thought for as long as he could, but then his laugh faded away, he was back to the old Remus Lupin. Remus sighed looking around nervously, he was nibbling on the inside of his lower lip. I can't tell him, anyways, I might be wrong. It's just a spell, just an option, it could all just be my imagination... just my imagination.

"Sirius, are you alone? Is Harry there yet?" Remus asked, obviously trying to act casual about his approach to the questions.

"No, what's wrong Remus? I know you have news for me, and I was hoping for once it didn't have to do with the world coming to an abrupt end. Does it have to do with Harry? Is something wrong...yet again? And don't give me that look! I know you Remus, better than anyone else alive..." said Sirius, his laughter coming to an abrupt stop. He knew what he had just said would hurt for both of them, the only one who know them both as well as they knew each other would be James, but James was dead, and they didn't need to dwell upon that fact.

"No...no...well...fine, yes," said Lupin, his face cringing in concern. "It's just, I think its time we talked. Harry, as always, is in danger, but this time I don't think we can stop it. Rather, I don't think he could, or ever can stop it, at least this time not alone."

Sirius's face started to crease with anger, and he stood up trying to control his building rage.

"Lupin, are you trying to make a fool of me? Thinking you can just send me package with a Muggle desk in it, and hid a note inside telling me that your going to show up and tell me something important, then just expect me to let you to leave? Oh and by the way, there wasn't even a manual in the bloody box!" Sirius glared at Lupin, he'd done this many times before, though, it was never he and Remus who ever really fought, it had always been him and James. He had remembered times when he and James fought, they had fought about Lilly, and exams, hell they fought about who would get married first, who'd have kids first, they argued about the sensible things just as much at the incredibly ridiculous, but either way, it wasn't any different.

"Well, I'll tell you something important. All I need for you to do is calm down, and keep an open mind. I...well...eh..." Remus started to trail off.

"Well, Harry's in danger but lets just talk about this like sensible men. Alright? Alright." Remus nodded and answered for Sirius trying to make the conversation go quickly, even though he new it was going to be a long night, and that he and Sirius didn't have much time left. Frankly, they had no time left. Soon the dreams would begin, and then the visions, then the deaths, but they'd figure it out, they'd fix it; they always had. But always with James... and the only problem was, James was the man they needed right now, but of course, because fate always has its way, he was dead. But this time, oh yes, this time, they might just be able to change fate. Because they had the next best thing, they had Harry, and Harry was the key.

Chapter One- Or Death Do Us Part

Staring hungrily out the window, Harry Potter was saying his last goodbyes to the Dursley home. From now on, he was going to live with Sirius Black, his Godfather. But, by the time it was the time to leave, he really wondered if this really was the best idea. He always looked up to, respected, and even loved Sirius. But he wasn't quite sure what was bugging him to death.

At first he wondered if he was just scared to go Sirius's home, but why would he be? He had known Sirius since he was born, even though most of his life he had never remembered him. He knew his life would have been better if Sirius hadn't been set up for murdering thirteen people. But there was nothing he could do now, what was done was done. But he wished everyday of his life he could save his parents... just save them from their murder... He sighed and discarded the thought, readying himself to go outside

He finally walked through the doors and out into Privet Drive. He silently laughed on his insides. Finally, I won't ever have to see this road and disturbing house ever again, he thought to himself. The stars were speckled along the night, they cast tiny winks upon him, he smiled and went back to what he first came to do, then, as he was about to wave his wand into the air and conjure a light, Mr. Dursley (Harry's dreadful Uncle) and Mrs. Dursley (his even worse emancipated Aunt), came up behind him to say their last words. Thankfully Dudley, being too scared to come out, stayed in the house hiding in one of his many, large, and crammed rooms.

"Well? Are you going to say goodbye to me boy?" snapped Uncle Vernon.

"And why should I do that? Its not like I'm going to miss any of you, in fact I plan to make my absence memorable," Harry smirked. He wished that maybe, someday, the Dursley's would receive a piece of his mind...

Aunt Petunia gave a little shriek.

"What do you mean? You couldn't pull any tricks on us... You're banned from using m...magic!" She stared at him in disbelief.

Uncle Vernon, now very suspicious, glared at Harry, with one of those glares that usually made you think it would burn your eyes out. But Harry just shrugged it off; he got that glare everyday. All his life he'd been given that glare. But not anymore! He thought to himself smiling.

"Boy... Oh! If I find out that you've played some dirty trick on us I'll...I'll...Oh, just get out of my bloody sight you filthy bastard!" Vernon bellowed.

Some time ago Harry would have taken offense to this but not now; it was as if nothing mattered except the fact he was getting out this hell hole. He shook his head one final time and gave a small laugh.

"Now, now...Uncle Vernon. Don't want any trouble do we? So best you just let me leave in peace and we can all sleep sound again... What do you say?" He wanted to leap away...he was tired of small talk. What was the point of small talk anyway, he wondered, just a way to keep someone you hate busy?

"Boy, you're a sorry... Oh! Just get out of my sight, and there'll be less trouble, which we all could use right now!" Harry could tell Uncle Vernon was on the verge of one of his outbursts. Better be on my way now, he thought.

Harry nodded.

"Greatly. Now, please can I have some peace you don't want to be run over now do you?" sarcasm and threat playing on his words.

Uncle Vernon eyes became more agitated, and Aunt Petunia, who's eyes dilated to a horrifying, large oval, began tugging very noticeably on Vernon's shirt...

"I think we should go, Vernon," she said in a hoarse whisper, still looking warily at Harry.

"Fine, Dear," growled Vernon. He turned on his heel dragging Aunt Petunia with him, she was trying hard not to shriek in terror again.

"Goodbye Boy! And don't you ever come back!" Those were the last words he ever heard from Uncle Vernon. But he didn't suspect it ever would end that way.

Finally alone, Harry pulled his want back out of his pocket, and created a Lumos light, He held his wand out and the Knight Bus appeared from nowhere, just the way Harry had remembered it from his third year.

When the Knight Bus came to a complete stop, he stepped up but only saw the driver, whom he remembered was a quiet man. Much to his surprise, a man who looked to be at least 21, came bounding up carry a sack of clinging coins. He looked squirrelly with bright gold/brown eyes. He was about 5' 4", with a small round beer belly. He looked like someone you'd expect to be a book keeper,

"How may we help you?" he bellowed with a lot power behind his voice for such a small man. This wasn't the same boy Harry remembered from when he was running away, this was a different man, not the pimply faced Stan he remembered so well.

"Well, first I'd like to go to the home of Sirius Black, a bed, oh bloody hell why not some hot chocolate if you still have it?" He handed the man a slip of paper with the address to Sirius's home on it.

"Why sure! That'll be..." he puzzled for a moment, "11 Sickles and a Knut!" he finally said grinning wide showing a mouth of perfectly white teeth that could defiantly win the Witches Weekly best smile award. He turned over to the driver.

"Ernie, you'll be kind enough to drive us here?" The man handed Ernie the slip of paper, a certain twinkle in his eye.

The driver merely nodded in agreement not taking his eye off the tinted windscreen.

"Eh, thanks?" Harry felt a little odd just saying a simple thank you.

"Oh, not a problem!" The man slapped him on the back, taking hold of his shoulder.

"My name is John," He held out a hand, and gave Harry a strong shake that Harry, surprisingly, found he could handle, "How's about you?"

"Well, I'm Harry, Harry Potter..." John's eyes lit up in wonder, but quickly dilated back down as he itched inside his skin, biting back the urge to give the famous Harry Potter a more "proper" welcoming.

They ambled back to where the passengers stayed, it was a square compartment with brass furnishings on the wall, and a small staircase that led to the next level of the bus.

The beds were now a little larger, with larger compartments that were supplied both above and below the beds. He looked around to see if he could recognize anyone. He did not, thank God, he was not in the mood for more small talk. He also noticed with every bed was a pair of pajamas that automatically fitted you, a sink, and a special door that led to a washroom for privacy.

"Nice change, ain't it?" John said proudly, hands on his hips he sighed looking happier than could be.

"Yeah, it is. Whose idea was it?" Harry asked absently stuffing his bag in the upper compartment.

"Mine o' course!" John said speaking even louder.

"Well, it's lovely. Nice job." Harry said, still staring around making sure the compartment was fully locked.

"Well! Thanks!" John, smiling patted Harry on the back again and wandered off to talk to some of the other riders staying for the night.

Harry braced himself for the first jump into wherever the bus was going next; he grasped one of the posts on the side of the bed. Finally when it was over, he grabbed the pajamas and opened the door to the washroom and started to change into them.

Returning, he found that there was a mug of hot chocolate on the beside table. He wondered to himself if there were House Elves on the bus. He shrugged the thought off and crawled into bed. He picked up the hot chocolate; taking a small sip he sighed with relief. The warmth went to the bitter coldness in his bones, he'd been shaking the past few minutes, and was glad for the warming sensation.

He wondered what his sixth year would be like, if any of his friends would finally fall in place together. He laughed to himself Oh, it would so be Hermione and Ron... He sighed again, and set the empty cup on the night side table and rested his head on the pillow closing his eyes drifting slowing of to sleep letting the small murmur of voices carry him away...

~~~***~~~

Waking up to the sudden thrust of the bus shuddering to a stop, Harry looked around to see John rounding the corner to look down at Harry.

"Well, it'll be your stop after at least two others, so I suggest you pack up and dress," John smiled. He turned on his heel to go and warn other guests of upcoming stops for the bus.

Harry forced himself out of bed; his muscles ached from a short nights sleep. He staggered into the washroom and changed his clothes, eyes half open he peered into the mirror. He didn't look too bad, he was very thankful for that. His hair was a little greasy and uneven, as usual, but not as noticeable as it was most of the time. He stifled a yawn, turned on his heel and tripped over, falling halfway out of the door, just as he was about to open it. He straightened himself and stepped forward to find John waiting for him.

"In about OH! 5, 4, 3, 2, 1..." The bus drew back into a slamming stop. Harry went flying forward with sudden shock, while John just stood there like nothing had happened, "Your stop!" John laughed with a huge smile of humour playing on his face. Patting him on the back like he always did, John handed Harry his bag and tipped his hat.

"Good day 'Arry," John smiled again and led him to the bus doors.

"You take care of yourself now!" John called after him.

"Yeah, you too!" Harry, still a little dazed, stumbled down the steps, and tried his best to walk in a straight line looking around at the turnaround of houses. Most were two story duplexes, but a few were single bungalows, and there were also single two story houses, a pick of any sort.

Harry had never seen Sirius's house, and was trying to shove the fuzziness out of his head to remember where he put the small slip of paper that held the address. Feeling around all his pockets, he cursed to himself, not able to remember at all. He looked around on the ground to see if he had dropped it anywhere. Maybe I left it on the bus... He cursed again to himself but then felt a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Turning around a bit startled, Harry found Sirius standing there, not much taller then Harry now, Sirius smiled and ruffled his hair.

"Well, here's a man's favorite Godson." Sirius raised a brow and veered Harry to the side, and over to one of the single two story houses, but what scared him the most it just had appeared out of no where. Harry blinked a few times to make sure he really saw the house there.

"Hurry now, before anyone sees, or has any sort of suspicions," Sirius tried to tug Harry along without drawing too much attention.

"Yeah..." was all Harry could say. He was starting to feel a little sick. He looked around, still dazed from the explosive stop on the Knight Bus.

Sirius mumbled a few words and the front door opened to a dark tunnel, with no lighting of any kind. Harry pushed himself inside the house, forcing his eyes to stay open. Sirius took his bag and looked at him, a concerned looked on his face.

"You... ok there, Harry? You're here a few minutes and already I've made you sick?" Sirius tried his hardest to lighten the mood, not succeeding very well.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm good... just a bit light headed, and feeling a little sick," said Harry, looking at the moving pictures on the wall, which made him feel even more dizzy. One just stared at him, then shrugged and walked over to the next picture obviously bored, and started to chat.

"Look, Harry is there something you're not telling me, pregnant or something? 'Cause if you are, I'm totally cool with it, hell I'll even deliver the baby for you, well if that sort of thing floats your boat, cause you never know these things unless you ask right?" Sirius's half smile and lazy comment made Harry chuckle a little.

"I can surely assure you that, no, I'm not pregnant. And no, I will not need you to deliver any babies. But if I ever am, and ever need you to, I'll make sure you're the first to know." Harry shook his head still chuckling a little, and found laughing made him feel just a bit better.

"Sirius, do you mind if I can get a room and sleep a while. I'm afraid I had a horrible night's sleep. Oh, and Sirius, I haven't seen Voldemort wandering around in my dreams lately, do you think he's finally kicked the bucket?" He wasn't sure if that was the smartest thing to say, but what the hell, why not say it.

"Well Harry, I really don't know what to tell you except, if there was anything I'd ever stake my life on is you, or that Voldemort is still alive, and sadly enough, kicking. As for the room and sleep, certainly I can't hold you back on that one" Sirius smiled and gripped Harry's shoulder staring him in the eye.

"At least I know that one person in this house can be truthful with me."

Before Harry could ask what he meant about the other people, Sirius grabbed him and showed him to a door quickly asking him to always be quiet going down the stairs, and emphasized to never, EVER touch the paintings. Harry only nodded silently, and Sirius disappeared out the door. Once he had left, Harry decided to look around the room.

Running his hands along the fire mantel, he found a picture of Sirius and a woman who could be his mother. Also on the wall, was a tapestry of the family tree, he'd also noticed one in the living room. He studied it for a while, the words were a jumble and that only made the headache he was trying to shake off even worse.

After climbing into bed, he heard someone knocking on the door. Harry turned, tilting his head, and sighed. He decided it was probably important, and that he should answer.

"Who is it?"

A small House Elf, looking quite, well...dead, peered around the door.

"Eh... well... sir... Master Black asked Kreacher t-t-t-to show Harry Potter around, Sir. He t-t-told Kreacher to say that Master w-w-was v-v-very sorry t-that he couldn't do it himself. But to say M-m-master had p-p-p-previous plans for a meeting, sir..." The elf was hiding behind the door, looking as if he was trying to protect himself from some horrible beating, or just hide his body as if he was ashamed at something; his face was full of lingering fear, and his eyes, those eyes... Harry cringed at the sight of them and tried not think that they reminded him of death, worse, they reminded him of Voldemort.

"Eh, I think I'll just sleep thank you." Harry was half tempted to ask for something to drink, but decided against it. Who knew what that Elf would do to it...

"Umm," Harry didn't know if he should call the house elf by his real name, "Who is it you call Master Black?" Harry asked, not quite sure if he should have.

"Why, the master of this house!" The elf exclaimed in a horrified whisper. He lowered his voice and began to mumble to himself. "But don't let Mistress hear you say that, or she'll scream bloody murder, and there'll be no coming back!" with that, he popped away; the door closed itself.

Harry mumbled to himself for a while, lying down on the bed. He turned over, finding himself again trying to sleep and clear his head of todays events, though at the moment it didn't seem like much importance. He knew something was going on he wasn't fully aware of, something he was missing... But he decided it didn't matter only sleep... just sleep...

~~~~***~~~~

Drifting slowly away, he started to dream of his past school years at Hogwarts, and somehow they now just didn't feel right, they just... were wrong, twisted.

He remembered his first year at Hogwarts, and how he was youngest seeker in a century, yes it all started to come back.

The wind whipping in his hair, Harry turned back to see the Bludger just miss him by maybe a foot. The opposing team's seeker couldn't even catch him. No, he had a Nimbus 2000 snuggled between his legs; it was his secret weapon. No one could beat him now! He could see his friends jumping in the crowd, waving for him, cheering. He saw Hermione standing with Ron, they reached out to him. Then suddenly their faces became concerned, all he could see was their faces; they were swarming him with thoughts and fears, until suddenly he was drowning, deeper and deeper into himself.

The scene then started to change he remembered the time when he was saving Ginny in the Chamber of Secrets, and how he trusted Tom Riddle, how really, he had been Voldemort in his teenage years. He could see Riddle laughing, laughing like a mad man, but that was the point, Tom Riddle had been a mad man to think he could get away with what he'd done. 'If only my parents were able to kill him when I was a baby' thought Harry

Swarming out of the pit of himself, a picture emerged, and Harry was standing in one of the tunnels leading to the Chamber of Secrets. A rock was blocking his way back to Ron and Professor Lockhart, or what was left of him at least. He noticed all the snakeskin around him, though he wasn't scared, or remotely revolted by the sight. Soon he was moving again, into the Chamber itself. It was as if the main points of the memory were glazed over, he briefly saw himself fight with the Basilisk, and Fawkes the Phoenix helping him to defeat the giant reptile. He remembered the cold stone against his cheek, and hot boiling blood bounding down his arm with determination. Then as, as abruptly as it had come, it was over, leaving him floating in the nothing again. There was a bright white mist swirling around him, he was lost, wasn't able to pull through, then the mist cleared, and it was just him again, him and the dark pit of himself.

Now he was meeting Sirius underneath the Whomping Willow, along with Lupin, Snape, Hermione and Ron. They all sat around, Ron on the bed groaning with his broken leg, Hermione fretting her hair on end as always, she was working on he brilliant plan that would somehow save them, and Harry, as always was in charge of saving the day. It just had suddenly occurred to him as this particular memory came into focus that Lupin looked different, maybe it was because it was a full moon and it was time for him to be changing, or was time itself changing?

He was now hurtled into the Triwizard Tournament, and how he had been the fourth champion, but not by choice. He found himself passing the whole challenge by, just like in his memory of his second year. He barely saw any of the fight with the Horntail, and the only other thing he saw was the maze. Soon he and Cedric were in the middle, they were being thrown into the place they least expected to be. He found himself in the graveyard, where he had seen the rebirth of Voldemort. He was fighting, it was a duel, he remembered his parents, they had saved him again, they always saved him. He was never the one to save the day; it was his parents, never him. He was now remembering bringing Cedric's dead body back in his arms, to see Cedric's parents fall like a bridge of bricks already on the edge of total collapse. He remembered finding the real Mad Eye Moody in the chest with 7 compartments of all sorts, he remembered going back home wishing he was with Sirius, wishing it was all ok.

And again the memory was fading, with the bright mist enveloping him. It was quickly replaced by another picture of Voldemort, he started to laugh as if he had succeeded. Soon Harry felt himself feeling like he was dieing. But Voldemort didn't kill him; he was gone before he could. Harry cried to himself, but already it felt as if he was already gone. He was again in the mist, there was woman, there was music and then she was gone.

He suddenly felt his memories start to change, or was it just his imagination? Suddenly he was cold with fear and he could hear himself screaming. Why wasn't he waking up? Why was he trapped? Soon he was screaming louder, trying to find a way out, again as in the beginning, just falling deeper every time he tried to push farther away.

~~~~***~~~~

Sirius woke with an abrupt start, his wand quickly drawn out from underneath the pillow. He could hear screaming, loud, pounding, and ringing in his ears. He growled, wondering if Harry had disobeyed and somehow set of the trigger on his mother's painting. But suddenly he realized that it couldn't be his mothers painting, because it wasn't a woman screaming.

Sirius quickly jumped up and scrambled out of the room, skating round the corner and bounding up the stairs. He found that the screaming was coming from the room that Harry was staying in. It was loud and piercing, like a dead man in his bed before the dreadful silence. He was shocked as he threw the door open to find Harry throwing himself around the room screaming with so much vigor, he was beating himself to a bloody pulp.

He said a few choice words, as he reached out for Harry. He wondered why Harry wouldn't wake up after shook him, and shook him.

Now Sirius was scared. And this was scared, Sirius was rarely scared, he'd only ever been on the verge of terrified once in his life, and he was soon brought back to when James had died. No... not again! He shook the boy harder then he had before, and thought about beating him against the wall himself just to see if it would do any good. Now Sirius wanted to scream himself, he didn't ever want to lose him, not after what happened to James. Harry was the only thing in his life that could grip him onto sanity. No! Never again!

But just as Sirius was just about to try something, Harry's screaming had stopped, and his body went deadly limp in Sirius's arms. He tried to recover from the serious weight change; he started to feel Harry's body turn ice cold. Was he dead? Was he on the verge of dieing? Sirius was really starting to scream now for the first time in his life. He checked his pulse, at first it was deadly still, then he felt it slowly start to increase to an almost normal rate. Some day, I'm going to pray and thank God for this bloody miracle... Harry's body started to warm up, colour surging back into his face, this made Sirius sigh with relief. Then while trying to keep Harry supported by just holding him up by his shoulders and upper body, he decided just to drag his feet.

Laying Harry back down on the bed, he stared down at his Godson, wondering if he would be able to tell him what they would soon have to do to save his bloodline, because if they didn't, Harry would be dead, and so would he. If Harry died, then so did the world, but, that was how it had always been, with James dead, it was up to Harry now, he, as Lupin said, was the key.

Sirius sighed and thought he would just let Harry be and go back to sleep himself. Then decided against it, he would go downstairs and check on Harry every once in a while, grab a cup of coffee, and figure out how this new burden would fit on Harry's shoulders. Because, frankly, that boy already had enough on his shoulders, he didn't need anything else to bother him right now. Especially because Harry was going back to school soon, and something always tried to kill Harry at school on a regular basis. At least I'm not at large anymore, not another bloody search party ever again... Slowly ambling down the stairs, Sirius thought that coffee would really be nice right about now.

~~~~***~~~~

Groaning, and tasting a thin layer of blood on his lips, Harry sat up his head now exploding with pain and dizziness. He opened his eyes waiting for his eyesight and head to start to clear up. When they finally did, he found his body ached all over and looked down, he could see the bruises and gashes all over in places he never thought he had. What the hell?

Harry heard a sound and looked up to find Sirius walking through the door. He looked tired, dreadfully tired, creases in his face were laced with concern, it was coming off Sirius in waves.

"You're awake! You feeling any better?" said Sirius, Harry could hear the concern in his voice now.

Harry still a little dazed and was now starting to get angry, he didn't even bothering to answer Sirius's question.

"What the hell happened to me Sirius? All I remember is having one of the weirdest dreams I've had in a while. What I don't understand is how the hell all this happened to me!" exclaimed Harry looking around to see how much damage really did happen.

Sirius sighed and asked Harry another question.

"Harry, what was your dream like? Tell me everything you remember, in detail," said Sirius, obvious concern still lacing his voice.

"Well, first I was remembering my first year at Hogwarts, my first Quidditch match to be exact. Then time flew to the Chamber of Secrets and saving Ginny."

Something he said had just struck him, Harry rubbed his forehead, feeling his head flash memories again, some he remembered, and foreign ones also. He saw himself and Ginny together in 2^nd year as friends, and the Chamber of Secrets had never happened. Harry was puzzled, wondering why that "memory" was there when it had never happened. He shook his head and kept going.

"Then, it was third year and we were under the Whomping Willow, in the place you all used to hide when you were at Hogwarts, the place Lupin would hide when he would turn into a werewolf," Harry recalled now finding the memory fading away, its foreign one replacing it, just like with the memory of Chamber of Secrets. He was sitting with the Weasleys in the Gryffindor common room, writing a letter to Sirius. He found himself looking up to watch Ginny with her current boyfriend, or Ron sneaking looks at Hermione, and even Hermione looking at Ron. He shook that memory away. What was happening to him?

"T-then, I was-" Harry felt his words choke off as he could feel Cedric in his arms again, as if it was actually happening. "I w-was carrying Cedric back again... after the Tri Wizard Tournament." Harry felt his arms drop, he could feel the new memory start to seep through, he tried to block it; he didn't want to see what his mind had to show him this time. But this memory was the one that shocked him the most. It was the day after the last day of the Tri Wizard Tournament, and he remembered seeing Cedric winning, and Cho leaving with him after the tournament ended. He saw Hermione and Ron standing outside on the school grounds, it was late one night and it was almost time for curfew, and they were standing in the snow held tightly in each others arms, He could feel 'himself' staring out the window a slight flicker of jealousy, not because he wanted 'Hermione', but because he wanted someone, so he could be like them...

He felt his body pull back into reality. Sirius was shaking him; his voice was first a faint mumble but quickly became clearer, working into his normal, deep voice.

"...ry... ary... Harry!" He felt a slap fall across his face forcing him to wake up fully.

"Yeah... yeah I hear ya," Harry mumbled blood starting to trickle in his mouth now. "Ok, what the hell happened to me?" he asked sharply staring up at Sirius trying to make out a clear figure of his Godfather.

"Well, all I know is one minute you were asleep, then you were throwing yourself around like a mad man going ape," said Sirius, realizing it wasn't funny at all.

"Well, it's nice to know someone thinks its funny," Harry growled under his breath. He wasn't in the best of moods and really wanted to get this over with.

Sirius stalled for a while trying to find the words he needed... but of course things like this never came easy and would not roll of the tip of your tongue. He sighed and knew there would be another time for this. All he had to do was stall Harry for a while, things would clear up and the perfect time would arise and then he could tell Harry.

"Hey, Harry, I'm just going to let you sleep. You look like the living dead, literally, so sleep. And please, don't try to kill yourself again," Sirius was gone in a flash before Harry was able to talk to him. He decided to take his advice and sleep. Hopefully this time he wouldn't have these odd dreams...but knowing himself he probably would.

~~~~***~~~~

He was drifting again. He wandered around the empty halls of his mind, he could hear echoes of memories he either didn't want to see, or just couldn't remember.

Suddenly he was sucked into a memory he had never seen before. He, Ron, and Draco Malfoy were strolling down the halls laughing and joking with one another. Harry felt like an intruder in his own body. This wasn't his life! He couldn't even remember one day that he and Draco had ever had even a civilized "chat", let alone look or act like friends!

Harry was coming to the conclusion he was never going to get rid of the odd memories that kept popping up in his head, most of them seemed more right then the normal ones he had at the moment.

He was now spinning into another memory. He wondered how much more twisted these dreams were going to get. But he didn't realize how much this one actually disturbed him while feeling so right.

It was the Yule Ball. This wasn't the part that had surprised him, he figured that he would dance with Lavender or someone like that, but he was totally thrown off guard. Ginny came up to him and he felt his arm reach out for hers. He tried to say "What are you doing here? Am I dancing with you?" But of course the body Harry was in was polite and looked at Ginny as an equal, as someone he loved. He felt his pull towards her as they took a quiet corner of the dance floor and talked quietly to each other.

He could see Hermione and Ron flying across the floor, laughing and having the best time of their lives. He now was looking back at Ginny, his desire burning hotter and hotter deep inside him, until he wasn't able to stop the urge to hold her closer and kiss her like he never had before. Soon their arms were entwined with each other's, his lips were cold against her warm ones, he could feel her shock at the change, but at the moment he couldn't care less. He pulled gently away from her and without thinking was starting to sink into the body of his memory. He slipped his arm around Ginny's again and was pulling her away from the Great Hall.

Soon they were wandering the gardens, while other couples were also, Harry showed Ginny a secret passage to a private area that Fred and George had shown him before they had left Hogwarts. He held her close against his chest, her back pressed against him to keep warm. He placed his hands firmly on hers, wrapping them in a little ball on her stomach. He stared up at the moon resting his chin softly on top of her head. He could hear her giggle as he actually found himself tickling her by accident. He flushed slightly as she turned to look at him.

Again, he felt that same desire to hold her and never let her go. He cupped his hand behind her head and he leaned down as she tilted up to meet his lips. How long they stood there, Harry did not know. All he knew was Ginny, her scent, taste, and the feel of her body. She wasn't a little girl anymore. And to his surprise she was quite formed. He placed his hands on her hips and then brought his hands back up to gently rake her sides feeling her body shake gently in his arms. He released her so he wouldn't be tempted to do anything more, he knew he shouldn't be doing this. This was his best friend's sister. He growled at himself and started to back away while Ginny looked at him as if he was crazy. She was trying to call him back but he was already gone.

He started to spiral back to conciseness, wondering if what had just happened really was him, or just another fake memory.

~~~~***~~~~

Harry awoke the next morning and was glad that he didn't have any other odd memories after the one with Ginny. He slipped out of bed and looked down to find himself still in his day clothes. He shrugged, and made his way down the stairs, where, to his surprise, he heard a great many voices coming from the dining room. He peeked his head in to see Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Fred, George and Mrs. Weasley. He gulped; he wasn't ready to face any of them, but no matter. He started to back away but he was a bit to late.

"Harry dear! Merlin, what happened to you? Did you get in a fight? Are you hurt, oh come here! I'll just make it all better!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley. She came trotting out beaming madly and embraced him in a bear hug. He felt his skin start to tingle as Mrs. Weasley somehow healed him, it was amazingly surprising, and soon the tingling was gone, and his skin was clean, bruise and cut free.

He could hear Hermione giggling, he knew that sound any day; he figured she was giggling at the gawking look on his face. He also heard Ron cackling with hysteria. Fred and George, as usual, were in some dark corner, constructing a brilliant plan or just working on their joke shop they planned to open one day with Harry's earnings from the Tri-Wizard tournament.

He found himself not able to keep his eyes off Ginny. She, of course, was not staring at him as she used to. She was quite obviously over her obsession with Harry. She was reading a book, occasionally looking up and giggling a little with Hermione, but then shook her head and went back to her reading. Ginny had the sort of smile that made the angels sing, that made the sun shine. Kissing Ginny had been like sweet berries and cream, not mention a few other things...

Shaking off the urge to run and grab her then take her far away, he slumped in a seat between Ron and Hermione. Ron was first to say anything. He slapped Harry on the back.

"Well, Harry, I must say you put on an excellent show back there," he smirked. "Quality work I say!" He laughed, shaking his head turning a beet red.

It was now Hermione's turn for mocking.

"Well, it may have everything to do with magic, but I swear that was more fascinating than magic itself, and we all know how much I love magic. I mean Ron's mother has some very crazy infatuation with you," she laughed obviously holding back from throwing her arms around Harry herself. Finally she gave in and enveloped Harry in the same sort of bear hug Mrs. Weasley had. This time it was Ginny's turn to giggle. He looked over at her, noticing a sweet little twinkle in her eye. She now looked like a rainbow; there were two small streaks of gold lacing the grown-out bangs of her hair. He gave a sort of half grin and tried not to look too loopy. Of course she started to giggle harder, stood up and excused herself from the table, she headed to her and Hermione's shared room.

Sighing to himself he decided to pay attention to his best friends. Looking around to see if Fred and George were gone, he found that they were. He wondered how they had slipped out so unnoticed, then it occurred to him that he was to busy drooling over Ginny, he was certain he would not have noticed anything unless she'd suddenly died, or some crazy mad man had picked her up and carried her away.

Now all he needed to do was have a chat with his friends, find out what was going on that he had missed. He had always loved catching up with his friends after a long summer at the Dursley's, it always made him feel better.

~~~~***~~~~

Later that evening after everyone had caught up with one another. Everyone had taken a Portkey to the Burrow and were going to have one of those lovely dinners Mrs. Weasley always prepared under a starlit sky in the front yard of the Burrow.

As everyone was preparing for the upcoming event, Harry excused himself from the festivities and headed out to the gardens. He wandered around for a bit, then turned towards the large field the Weasley's basically had as a back yard. It was beyond the garden and was where Harry and the Weasley's had practiced Quidditch in past years.

He missed those days, and was now wishing he could go back to them. The only things he didn't want back from them, Voldemort. He sighed; this world was always out to get him. There was always some new disaster every year, everyday... Maybe the unusual silence of visions meant no disasters this year. But that was always a lie, it usually meant Voldemort was up to something big, and wasn't projecting into Harry's mind like the usual summer.

He sighed, trying to massage the headache out of his head, there was a constant throbbing in his head that wouldn't leave him be. Eventually he ended up sitting down beside a large boulder, he dug his shoulder blades, as soon as he did a surge of pain rushed through his back, then it quickly dissolved.

His thoughts now drifted casually towards Ginny. He remembered the dream of her and himself. Honeysuckle and sweet ginger... He smiled to himself and closed his eyes replaying over and over in his head making sure to leave out the last part, when he had stormed off.

He now wondered if he wasn't the only one seeing these foreign memories, he wasn't sure he should tell anyone. The only person he had told was Sirius, and he had been remarkably calm about it. He wondered if he should ask either Ron or Hermione, but he quickly decided against it.

He rubbed his arms, as he was slightly cold. He shrugged it off. He looked around seeing only about two feet ahead of him because of the darkness. Straining his ears to see if he could hear any birds or crickets for the hell of it, he came up to an odd sound he hadn't expected to hear. There was a rustle in the bushes nearby; Harry crawled there with ease. He pounced suddenly finding himself on top of a squirming and squealing body.

"You're squishing me!" he heard Ginny squeal.

"Ginny?" Harry said cautiously.

"Well who would you think it would be, a mermaid?" He heard the irritation in her voice, and he heard it loud and clear.

He started to sit up and roll off of her running a hand absently through his hair.

"Eh... sorry." Harry was sort of confused; he wondered how he had known that it was her, and why was she even here.

"Bloody hell, I come to ask you if you want something to eat and you jump on me as if I'm prey and you're hunting or something!" She was now starting to yell at him and was screaming her irritation.

"I'm sorry if I startled you, I was just here to get some time alone, clear my head you know," He was very uncomfortable now, at one time he wanted to grab her and run away, the other he just wanted to run and hide.

"Oh, what is it with boys? None of you even have the decency to apologize properly!" She jumped trying to scramble off, but failed falling back against him.

He caught her by this hips absently and cleared his throat.

"Eh... you ok? Sorry if I hurt you," he said trying to make as little contact with her besides holding her away from him by the hips. Again he noticed the fact she was not a child anymore, he could feel her shake against his hands, he could feel her emotions come to him in waves, her was starting to find it very intoxicating. He could smell her and the same desire he had had before was starting to burn, her smell of honey and roses started to make him feel dizzy, he was starting to melt into her, starting to turn into a buttery mush... He knew that he couldn't give in to it now, she, as she had stated before, was quite over him and would have a fit if she knew he was coming over this odd infatuation with her.

"Harry, just let me go, if you let me fall back against you I can use you as support to get up," she said this very plainly biting back the urgency in her voice so not to cause suspicion herself. He gently let her fall against him and closed his eyes biting down hard on his bottom lip. He felt a sea of warmth invade through him, he felt he had no choice, like he was drawn to make this as a life and death decision, but he couldn't give in, he just couldn't...

She gracefully slipped up and started to brush herself off and rolled her eyes, holding a hand down to him as he was opening his eyes, as soon as she had slipped away, it was like it had all drained out of his system, he felt a sort of freedom, but there was still some electricity just from her just standing there.

He hadn't realized that he was dozing off until she was yelling at him again; he felt it thunder in his ears. He almost welcomed it; it made him think of her, all he wanted was her.

"Well? Are you coming up or not?" She was showing her irritation again, in an attempt not to offend her, he grabbed her hand, swiftly falling up less than gracefully. He caught a whiff of her scent again; it hadn't changed. She still smelled like ginger and honeysuckle. He was still fighting the urge to grope her like a mad man.

She was soon glaring at him, hands on her hips, she had this look to her that made her look really sexy when she was mad; he found that a lot of girls looked like that when they were mad.

"Oh, eh, right, thank you," he said absently going back to brushing himself off noting the large scrape on his arm. He shrugged and Ginny started to roll her eyes.

"All you give me is 'eh thank you?'" she shook her head some more. "I suppose I suspected more from the "famous" Harry Potter!" Now she started to grin a little. A rush of the same warmth started to rush through him, Ginny rarely smiled at anyone. It was something she saved for special people, she was a tightly twined kind of girl, and usually was quiet, and shy. But now, he felt like he mattered, he felt like he had something, he started to melt again, melt deeper and deeper...

~~~~***~~~~

Still smiling, Ginny found herself staring up at Harry. She thought about turning away and walking off. But she couldn't forget the dream of her and Harry. She seemed to be the only one having these odd memory changing dreams, but now the feelings in her dream were starting to affect her. Some sort of rush passed through her, when he stared into his eyes, she felt like melting into him, a sudden urge and desire was wrapping around her, sucking her in, whispering sweet things in her ear...

She felt herself step a little closer and kiss him softly on the cheek. There was a sudden tingle in her lips. She tried to hold back, to keep her senses from flying, but she found herself falling again, melting into his eyes. His raven black hair was soon flying in a slight breeze, his emerald eyes reflecting patterns of the moon and the stars.

"I'm sorry about what I was saying earlier, just me being rude like usual, don't mind me. I'm treating you like one of my brothers, don't take it seriously," she shrugged. She tried to pull away, to scream, to do anything, but couldn't take her eyes off him. She could feel it, could see in his eyes, he had the same burning desire she had for him. Something was terribly wrong, while being so completely right. I can't... I have to be sensible, he couldn't love me... no, I'm alone... I know it, just have to keep breathing... just have to keep breathing...

"Harry-" She was abruptly stopped by him.

"-You have the dreams too, don't you?" he asked his tone colder then she had expected it to be, she was totally thrown off guard, he seemed, different, he must have seen it in her eyes. God, this must be worse than the imperious curse... at least for him, he knows how to fight it off...

"Well yes, the one about the Yule Ball, but that's all I've really had that didn't make any sense. Do you think others are having them too?" She just felt it all roll off her tongue, she knew was lying, she'd had many more dreams of him and her, so many she didn't know how to count, she felt them all rushing back, she tried to push them aside. Not now.

"I don't know, Ginny. All I know is we have to be quiet about it, and I think you should go before-" She couldn't handle it anymore, it was now her turn to cut him off. She pressed into him, her blood quickening, her heart leaped around in her chest, it was begging to get out... She quickly drew his face down to her and kissed him with the same passion as they had in the dream. She could feel his muscles tense against her, soon they were rippling in tight knots, he struggled to pull away, but was caught in the same compulsion as her. Quickly breaking away, she disappeared into the night, she ran, as far away as she could, in the distance she could hear Harry calling for her in sudden confusion.

"Ginny... Ginn... Gin... G..." She now couldn't hear him, and didn't want to hear him. She ran like she had never run before, hot sticky tears running down her cheeks as she tried to scrub them away. She scrubbed away as much as she could, all she was able to do was scar her face, but the pain didn't mean a thing now, she couldn't feel it, all she could feel was the cold hard rock in her heart falling into deep dark pits of herself...

~~~~***~~~~

Harry just stood there, beyond shocked. At one moment he wanted to scream in happiness, but the next he just wanted to run and hide like a baby. He couldn't believe that Ginny had just done that; he quickly turned on his heel and was running across the field, adrenaline powering him to move faster and faster. I have to find her, have to... He couldn't bring himself to finish his thought and shook his head away from it. He felt like he was moving faster than he ever had on a broomstick, all he could hear was the pounding in his ears, and the thunder shooting him to move faster.

He threw the kitchen door open to find a sea of red heads running around in circles getting dishes, silverware, bowls, plates, and other odds and ends, he was suddenly becoming dizzy from the sight. Too much red! He searched desperately around for Ginny but didn't see her. He decided against searching for her, if he did, the family might become worried, either that or suspicious.

Exhausted, Harry slumped into a chair running a free hand through his hair. He closed his eyes trying to drift off and sleep... He wanted so much to just sleep, and open up to memories of Ginny so they would come. But he couldn't sleep. He just felt empty, the noise just drawled on in his ears. He quickly just pushed it away, leaving room for his head to think freely with out all the noise. Eventually he gave up and looked around to find the house dark and empty. Everyone was just-

He suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder and jumped, startled to find Ginny there. She was staring down at him. She had one of those looks on her face, like a superiority sort of thing, but at the same time, she looked like the innocent. All her life she had tried to act up, to try and fit in and seem in place with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

"Everyone went to bed... dinner's over no one wanted to wake you." He could see the distress in her face; she was obviously trying hard to hold back. Her face was creasing with confusion, but still there was that look that he didn't understand, it was that cold look of superiority.

"Ginny about-"

"-No!" She clasped a hand over his mouth and looked down at him whispering so softly she was barley audible. "Don't speak; someone's coming!" She let his face go and dived under a nearby tapestry disappearing completely. Must be one of Fred and George's secret places to hide or something... He decided he didn't want to know what it was for. Knowing Fred and George... He defiantly didn't want to know, even if it was useful, but useful for what was the question...

"Harry... are you awake?" He could hear Hermione walking slowly down the stairs; soon she was suddenly by his side. The moon played a dance across her face and flickered with mischief down her body. She was wearing a pink, silk nightgown; her hands were on her hips. He forced his eyes closed hoping she hadn't seen them open, he wasn't much in the mood for talking right now. "I heard Ginny coming down the stairs, and yes, I saw your eyes open, I thought you might have seen her, she must have come down to get something to eat. Besides you, she was the only one missing from dinner." She poked his nose and sighed with agitation, "Oh, open your eyes you nitwit!" She kicked his shin this time and he grunted grabbing at her exposed thigh, she was very vulnerable there, so it made the best counter attack.

He flicked his fingers around, flying up and down her thigh, and she couldn't help but giggle and start to laugh, like one of those people who hadn't laughed in years, "Ok! Ok! I give up!" She kept giggling trying to keep her voice down as low as she could. Finally he let her go and slid up from the chair looking as graceful as he could, and started to brush himself off, a smirk starting to roll onto his lips.

He found a stray lock of hair falling into the contours of her face, and he gently took by his fingertips and tucked it behind her ear and kissed her nose. Even if she was one of his best friends it didn't hurt to flirt every once and a while. At least it takes my mind off Ginny...

She shook her head a large smile starting to crease into her face and leaned up kissing his cheek, "And how is my favorite pain-in-the-ass?" she smirked and flicked his nose turning to grab a blanket off the sofa, starting to wrap it around herself. "It is rather cold in here is it not?" She looked at him frowning a little, "So have you seen Ginny by any chance?" she looked a bit worried, well actually very worried but he figured he'd just go along with the assumption she had made earlier.

"Well, no I haven't seen her. But I suspect you're right in the fact she probably just came down to get a midnight snack," he shrugged trying to act as though he hadn't just lied, Hermione wasn't stupid, and usually knew when she was being lied to, but she looked to tired to even notice, or bother to care.

Hermione just shrugged back obviously not noticing, or just acting like she hadn't, "Well I'm going back to bed, you coming up to Ron's room, or just going to stay down here for the hell of it?" She tilted her head to one side awaiting his answer. Again the moon struck her face at just the right place, she looked like all the beauty in the world had fallen to her. The moon played tricks upon her face, in some ways he was glad he was in love with Ginny, or else Hermione would just made a beautiful catch.

"I'm... well, I suppose I'm just going to stay here." He heard a small rustle come from over by the tapestry. Quickly he let the corner of his eye stray to the tapestry, finding nothing out of order, he quickly looked back at Hermione like nothing had caught his attention. She obviously hadn't noticed and was still staring at him, her eyes studying him with close observation.

She shook her head, "You really are crazy, but why should I care?" She leaned up and kissed his nose and turned on her heel, floating up the stairs with ease, her hips swaying like always.

When she had gone and he had heard the door to Ginny's room creak closed upstairs, he felt Ginny place a hand on his shoulder yet again, a stab of pleasure shot up his spine, soon he felt like he was floating in paradise, though he didn't know why, he was barely being touched. He quickly pulled away and turned back to look at her. She had a slight resemblance to Hermione, in the respect Ginny had more curve to her than Hermione. Still staring down at her, he let his eyes wander across her bodice and back up to her neck, until he was staring into her face again. He found a lock of hair that had fallen astray upon her face and let it slide between his fingertips before placing it back behind her ear. She looked just as dazzling in the moonlight as Hermione did. She was wearing the same night slip Hermione was wearing only in a different color, but that made no matter; he was still enveloped in his senses. Placing a stray hand on her hip, he kept his gaze locked with hers, reaching again to cup his hand behind her neck he suddenly heard that angel of a voice in his head. No! He couldn't do this to her. He pulled away and utterly to her surprise asked her to leave.

"Ginny, you should go, this isn't right, it's the memories that are doing this to people. Who knows this could be another plan of Voldemort's, or who knows, maybe someone more powerful than him," he kept going on and on with possibilities that it was to late before he realized he was pacing around the room and she was looking at him as if he was mind crazy.

"Harry! Harry!" She tried desperately to catch his attention. She looked desperately around the room and found an old shoe of Ron's. She braced herself, buckling her knees, and threw it at Harry's head.

"Ginny, oh God I'm so-" He'd just realized that he'd started going on about all the bad things when he figured Ginny had come down here to patch things up from earlier. This was typical of Harry, he usually put his "heroism" before what he wanted most. Though it had always been this way because if he put what he wanted first, even worse things happened. As a result, he usually just stuck to the 'it's-happening-now-I've-got-to-stop-it-or else-everyone's-dead' approach.

Ginny started to shake her head in disgust, "Why did I come down here anyway? So I could just say, 'Oh hey Harry, I'm madly in love with you, but that's right it's all these false memories fault!" She glared at him trying to keep her voice down like Hermione had, but she was having a harder time at it. "Accio Shoe!" Ron's mismatched shoe came flying into her hand, and like earlier she threw it at his head, but this time harder for more emphasis. And again for the second time today, he'd been totally surprised by Ginny. His watch around his wrist beeped twelve times indicating a new day, and hopefully an end to this crazy day. He was now hoping it was all a dream and it would just fade away... forever.

~~~~***~~~~

In a state of hysteria, Ginny flew into her room for the second time today scrubbing blistering tears off her face. She slammed the door behind her, and found Hermione sitting on the bed in front of her; her arms crossed a brow raised.

"Well, are you going to tell me why your going into frenzied state of hysteria?" Hermione sighed and slipped up from the bed and enveloped Ginny in her arms trying to shush her sobs.

Ginny went on and on about the memories/dreams, she explained the whole thing to Hermione. The whole story took about 5 minutes, but felt like 5 hours to Ginny. She felt as if someone had just pierced a red-hot poker into her heart. All she wanted to do was fall asleep and never wake up. All she wanted to do was love Harry, but nothing ever went her way, nothing.

~~~~***~~~~

The next morning, an owl came from Hogwarts carrying everyone's school supply list. Mrs. Weasley said she could go on her own, but Ginny had offered to tag along and help. Harry and Hermione handed Mrs. Weasley their money and lists. Soon they were gone and the Floo powder fire had disappeared. Now Ron, Hermione, and himself had the house to themselves.

"Well, I don't know about you two, but I'm bloody tired and I'm off to bed again." Ron picked up a stray piece of bacon and stumbled back up the stairs. Staring up after him, Harry tried to avoid the painful sting of eye contact.

"She told you about the dreams didn't she?" Harry already knew the answer.

"Yes, yes she did. But I do have to tell you something, I've had the dreams too," she laughed almost a little embarrassed with herself. "But I'll admit my dreams were about Ron, I wonder how many more people are having them?" Harry let the silence hang in the air for a while; he was utterly shocked. He wondered what the connection was with people having these odd false memory dreams were.

He turned and looked at her, "Do you think there's any connection?" He stared at her, awaiting her answer, knowing Hermione she had probably done some research on it already.

"I'm afraid I haven't come to any conclusion yet, there's not enough people we know of yet to tell what the connection is, if any." She tilted her head to the side. "Do you think Ron has them?" She coughed starting to turn a light shade of scarlet. "I mean, cause, if he does, I mean, that could be-" She cut herself off and took a deep breath. "I mean these dreams, me and Ron, Its like fire. That's what Ginny said about you two in these dreams..." She started to looked panicky, she always rambled when nervous "I mean, me and Ron were just like, bouncing off the walls, crazy for each other." She shook her head. "But Ginny says you and her are like, birds singing you know big symphony music kind of in love with each other! I mean what's causing these dreams? There just... wrong!"

She was staring Harry right in the face, but she could see the shock playing across his eyes, but he wasn't staring at her, he was staring at something behind her, over her shoulder.

"Uh, Hermione?" Harry stared at Ron, who was standing at the bottom of the stairs, gawking at them.

Hermione whirled around instantly and gave a small shriek of surprise covering her mouth and looking around franticly for a place to hide. There stood Ron, he was either mad, or franticly confused, Harry bet it was both, but his anger really showed, and Harry wasn't quite sure why.

Ron came running down the stairs and grabbed her by the arm before she could dive behind Harry. Her eyes were larger then Harry had ever seen them, she looked more terrified then when they had first encountered Voldemort, she looked as if she was looking into the face of death itself. Ron just stared down at her still bewildered; he kept her held fairly steady even for her struggling protests.

"Ron! Ron! The dreams I know... but... Ron!" She was trying hard to get away. Harry didn't understand why, I mean one second she was talking to him, then she sees Ron and its all... different! Must be something with the dreams, something like that.

"Ok, here I was just thinking it was just me having these dreams, and now I find out that three others are having them also. Two of them having the same dreams, and the other one is having the same as me! I mean Harry and Ginny were the first two to find out that each other weren't the only ones having these dreams, but now who knows who else is having these dreams! I mean, is it just me, or are they really just starting to piss you off?" He was shaking with anger, Harry just stared at him and just when he thought Ron was done, he kept going. "So now here I am holding this woman I've become madly in love with for over, oh say, three bloody days! And here she is trying to tell me that she was lying and actually didn't have the dreams as well! Now that just pisses me off!" He growled and let Hermione go, she looked up at Ron, Harry knew he was missing something that had happened between them, but before he could figure it out she shot up the stairs into Ginny's room.

Now Ron was glaring at Harry. "Oh! And you dared touch my sister, don't think I don't know! I know these things; I'm her bloody brother! And Hermione! Bah! I don't want to talk about this right now. All I seem to want to do now is take a bubble bath, read some girly magazine, have some ice cream, and listen to girly music all at the same time! At least I would have something to grasp onto, I mean right now, being gay almost sounds really inviting! Cause the girl I'm all so now madly in love with has been my best friend forever, and maybe yeah I liked her a little, but know its like...way too bloody different!"

Harry wasn't really that shocked; he just sort of stood there acting like nothing had happened. He knew now that he really had missed something that had happened to Ron and Hermione. They must have known this for a while now, because they don't get so tense around each other this often. Damn, it really must be one of the dreams, wow... Harry tried really hard not to laugh, this was sort of making him want laugh, but he decided that it really wasn't the right thing to do right now. Well duh, obviously!

"So how many more people do you think have these false memory things?" asked Harry, he wasn't exactly trying really hard to piss Ron off, but you never know it might just help. Ron cut him off

"Why the hell are asking me that at a time like this! Here I am screaming at the top of my lungs because-" Ron didn't finish the rest of his sentence.

"Well, personally, I thought it might take your mind off of being gay, because I really don't think I'll take kindly from you looking at me as a piece of ass to-"

"Well Harry for your information, I don't think I'll be looking at you like that any day soon, cause the only person I can think about right now is Hermione!"

Harry decided that it was time to leave, though he didn't want to, all he really wanted to do was break out the popcorn and watch Ron make the house explode, not that he wanted the burrow to explode, but still it would be a fairly funny sight to see. Well, he'd only leave if Ron went to see Hermione, there sure was going to be fire tonight...

"Well, I'll go only if you go up and see Hermione."

"You're asking me to do the impossible, I refuse. I'd rather have you here than having to face up to her, we'll end up making the whole house explode, I know it!"

Harry started to laugh, "More like you'll make the whole house shake, I mean cause, it's going to get fairly hot up there, I mean you to..." Harry whistled starting to smirk while he dodged the same shoe Ginny had thrown at him twice, "What is it with people and throwing shoes at me?"

"Maybe because your head makes such a great target," Ron shrugged. "Well that's just me eh?" He sighed and turned on his heel. "To Hermione then... How bad could it be?"

~~~~***~~~~

Ron tapped on the door to Ginny's room as softly as he could.

"Who is it?" He could hear the caution in Hermione's voice.

"Eh, it's Ron..." He stood in silence for a few moments then the door opened slowly.

"Here come on in, you can have a seat on the bed, I'll just stand" she hid behind the door obviously still a little shaken from earlier.

He reached around and grabbed her more gently by the arm this time closing the door behind him, "Hermione, about earlier, you see, I, well I wasn't in my right mind I suppose, and I didn't mean to hurt you, you see I was just a little-"

Whack! Ron felt a hand grind across his face leaving a welt to form.

"Oh, Ron! Would you shut up already! I don't know what these dreams do to people but I mean, its very intoxicating, because I mean..."

"Ok, you know Hermione, there's just been to much snogging going around lately, I mean look at Ginny and Harry, they're trying desperately not to lock themselves in a room and do one of those really romantic birds singing, symphony, playing kind of things, but us, it's the exact opposite. At the same time were trying to keep are hands off each other while trying even harder not to jump on each other while ripping our clothes off!" Hermione started to giggle and started to lean over finding it impossible not to plant a few affectionate bites on his neck and run a hand slowly up his shirt.

"But Ron don't you see, we're the type who would snog on a bed of jagged rocks, with bombs going off all around, during who knows, maybe World War Three!"

Ron shook his and grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her face up closer to his whispering softly in her ear, "You do smell really good... what is that smell, I mean cause... that just makes me go wild" he laughed a little trailing off breathing her in deeply. She smelled like roses, honey, and strawberry wine.

"You know... I think we should go old fashioned, stick you in a pair of leather pants, and take it old school," grinned Ron.

"Well, I'm sure it's possible," said Hermione. "I mean... Ok, wait, you or me in the leather?" Ron was looking down at her starting to nip at her bottom lip. Hermione giggled, "I think leather pants on you would be better about now, but who knows, we can always try it the other way..."

"Well, I have a couple of pairs snuffed in the back of the closet, I think we can arrange something."

She grabbed him squarely by the shoulders and pushed him towards the closet, "Well, we'll just have to see if we have time to get them out before we end ripping each others clothes off, cause face it Ron, I don't think we can last very long like this," She was starting to giggle but Ron decided to take a limb, instead of a crazy kinky kiss, he leaned down at did it Harry style. He slipped his hands around her waist and lifted her up a little, and leaned down to meet her. Their lips touched, and it was like electricity, something was either completely right, or completely wrong. But neither of them cared. Soon they were tangled in each others arms, lost completely in the kiss that nothing else around them would have bothered them, just like Hermione said, World War Three couldn't have stopped them now.

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Harry slipped down onto the Weasley's famous over stuffed couch after Ron had wandered upstairs. Closing his eyes he wondered if he would fall asleep again, but this time he hoped he dreamed, he wanted that feeling that he got when he was with Ginny. Without it he had this certain kind of emptiness with him, it was like he needed the dreams to live, to carry on.

Finally at some point in time he fell asleep, he did not know how long it had taken, but he was glad he was there, he now felt at home, like he had a purpose.

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He felt his heart leaping around in his chest like a bat out of hell, but that's just a figure of speech right? He was now standing, looking around; he could hear his heart as if it were in his ears. He sighed and it hung the air like a scream.

"What kind of place is this?" He heard himself say, even though at the time that wouldn't be what he would say.

Suddenly there was a man appearing in front of him approaching closer to Harry, soon he could see the mans face, it was Professor Lupin. He could hear the Professor speaking, but couldn't make anything of the words. Then suddenly like a shot and bang Lupin's voice was incredibly clear.

"Harry, listen to me, we don't have much time. Harry, are you listening to me?"

He tried to force himself to speak, to ask Lupin what was with the memory dreams, if anyone would know, maybe Lupin would! But he was now starting to fade, he tried to hold on, but all he was doing was ripping the fine fabrics of time, all he could do was keep shredding and shredding trying to hold onto something that wasn't his. Why did this have to drive him mad? Why did it torture him so?

He was now thrown forward in time running face first up against a wall and was instantly "awake". He looked up to see Ginny glaring down at him.

"I say I love you and I'm not afraid of what you're about to do, and you say this will never work! I give you my life, I'm willing to die for you, I give you everything, I'll give you my last breath! But no! Stubborn, hot headed Harry Potter wouldn't have anything to do with it!" She spat, thankfully not on him. Tears were rushing down her cheeks, what ever they were fighting about, it wasn't good... He felt words tumble out of his mouth, he was shaking in confusion and hurt, what was going on?

"Ginny, I... Oh God your crying, I'm so sorry, I just wanted to make things right. I couldn't bring myself to telling you the truth, Ginny we have to save time! The dreams are getting worse for people, people are dieing Ginny! I have to save time before the world, the universe as we know it is lost. We thought something like this was beyond all power we've ever seen. But you know, and I know, its time to stop him, time to go back and save all we've worked for. I want you to live, not die with the rest of us."

"Harry, just let me go with you, I'm more use with you than with out you. I want to help you, I want to be with the people I love most, please, I beg you! I'll keep saving people from the visions here until we leave, but you have to let me come, the visions should stop once we leave, they have too..."

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Harry awoke abruptly with a start. He had just learned more about the false memories then ever dreamed he could. There were others! People were dieing? A sea of nausea hit him in a large wave. He and Ginny were fighting about something, he tried hard to remember, he now was realizing he had just had a "vision" of the future, this time this wasn't a false memory. Things were rushing at him, he couldn't keep his thoughts straight, he was trying to get his brain to slow down and stop confusing himself. And again the nausea hit him. People were dieing? And who was he? And what did he do? He felt a sharp pain in his chest; he discarded it and kept on thinking only to be surprised.

Then there she was, standing in front of him, a kitchen knife falling from her fingertips.

"Harry, you're-" she started to scream, she was screaming louder than ever before, she tried to scream for help, but no one heard. She was rushing over to him, just as she shoved her hands upon Harry's shoulders to force herself to a stop and brace herself, Harry looked down to find blood all over his chest, but there was a pattern, but it wasn't what he had ever expected.

It was the Dark Mark, carved into his skin. Now he was starting to understand how those people were dieing, because now, he was going to be the first to die. He was the first, but how, how... there was a blinding flash of light behind his eyes, and the world blacked out, leaving him only drifting upon the silverish white mist. Great, now I really am dead.