Author's note: Hey! So this is my story, I hope you like it. Kind of know where its going, so expect more soon! Just in case I didn't say (well, I know I didn't.) Its set, during the 6th year at Hogwarts.

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Chapter One: Dreams and something more

"Harry?" Hermione nudged him, he hadn't been paying attention to anything ever since he got on the train, or when they got off, and all through Dumbledore's speech he had been looking at his hands.

"Something wrong mate?" Ron, sitting opposite, leaned forward., he whispered.

"What, oh its nothing." Harry mumbled, and then he turned away, trying hard not to meet their eyes.

Ron and Hermione shared a pointed look across the table.

It was never nothing with Harry.

Harry sat awkward and irritated, couldn't this hurry up? As something to do, a distraction, he glanced over at the Slytherin table.

He saw Malfoy, sitting on his own, arms wrapped around himself, and his bruised face looking down at the table.

The other Slytherins had made it a point not to sit near him, and to make sure he knew he was being talked about.

Harry gently tapped Hermione's elbow and glanced at the Slytherin table again. Hermione followed his gaze.

She looked back at Harry who shook his head slightly, she shrugged and paid attention to Dumbledore once more.

"Harry your not eating." Harry looked up from pushing his food around on his plate.

"yes I am!" And eh shoved a fork full of pasta into his mouth, just to prove it.

"Mate, your wasting decent food. I swear this stuff is better than last year!" Ron said, stuffing his face with food, and talking while the contents was still in his mouth.

"Ronald that is vile. And, you say that every year."

Ron scrunched his nose up and stuck out his tongue at Hermione, and carried on shoving food at his face, occasionally missing his mouth, and in turn, spreading it across his face.

Harry wished it would end, normally he loved the great feast in the hall, welcoming the new year, and welcoming him back to, what he had considered since the age of 11, his home.

But, the conversation he was waiting to have was playing on his mind and he couldn't think of anything else.

Eventually people stopped eating, and the plates, still piled high with delicious foods, vanished, and the groans of first years, it always happened to them and a few silly students who were pigs when it came to eating- such as Ron, could be heard echoing through the hall, complaining about eating too much.

"I think I'm gonna be sick!" Ron made small circling motions on his stomach.

"You also say that, every year." Hermione pretended to be cross, but couldn't help smirk and hide the laughter in her eyes as Harry smiled and made a comment that gave Ron a rather green shade to his face.

Dumbledore announced his goodbye and good luck, dismissing everyone.

"Finally!" Muttered Harry.

They clambered out of the hall, walking past tiny, terrified first years listening to bossy prefects.

"Actually, you go on ahead, I need to see the professor." Harry stopped.

So did the Hermione and Ron, and they turned and stared.

"Harry your not going to go off wondering about are you?"

"No Hermione! Just a chat with the professor, and straight to the common rooms, I promise."

Hermione and Ron shrugged and carried on, while Harry had turned back the way they had come.

He ignored the feeling of guilt at lying to his best friends.

Well, I haven't exactly told a lie, he thought to himself, I never said what professor I was going to see.

Harry sighed as he walked down a flight of stairs, leading to the dungeons.

He arrived outside Snape's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Snape, like the other heads of houses, always stayed up late on the evening of the return to Hogwarts.

At least one first year always came knocking with questions or needing to be reassured by an adult.

Snape signed his name at the bottom of a piece of parchment, as he heard footsteps come in and the door close.

He looked up, surprised to find Potter standing there, and not some shaking first year. He raised his eyebrows.

"Sir, I was hoping I could ask you a question?"

"Well, that had better not be it." Snape stood up and walked around, leaning on his desk.

"Actually, its not a question as such…" Harry walked across the room, and took a seat at a desk, opposite Snape.

"Get on with it Potter." What could Potter possibly want with Snape? If he had questions or problems surely he would run to Dumbledore or Minerva or Hagrid.

"I think it might be to do with Occlumency, that's why I came to you, because you helped me with it last year." Harry said, twiddling his thumbs.

"You see, recently I've been having dreams. Of a girl."

"Potter, have you hear do puberty?"

"No it's not like that! It feels different, from my normal dreams, and my erm, weird ones." Harry was a bright red, and Snape coughed to hide the chuckle that almost escaped his lips.

"By weird dreams you are referring to Black and when Arthur Weasly was hurt?" Snape remembered the visions Harry had had from Voldermort's mind last year.

The boy nodded.

"It's weird. The girl, she looks like me, exactly like me, but its dark so I can't see her properly. And she was trapped. I knew what she was feeling, imprisoned and hurt. She was confused, and scared, and angry, I tried to find out why, but it was like she pulled heavy bars across her mind, I couldn't see in after that."

Snape was interested in this, either something was going on, or Potter needed to be in straight jacket and sent to Saint Mungos.

"I had this dream every night for three weeks, and then, two nights ago, nothing, last night, nothing. I'm worried sir. ."

"Do you think, that in your dreams, the girl could have died?"

"No! She's not dead, I would have felt it if she were, she's looking for something, or someone." Harry babbled on about how personal and close he felt to the girl.

Snape rubbed his chin. It was strange, the way he was describing the relationship with the girl. It was like there was some form of bond between them, and if this girl did exist, which he was beginning to believe more and more, Potter was somehow connected.

"Sir? Do you think it's a trick? From Voldermort?"

Snape looked at Potter.

"No. It sounds like, a bond. Have you told anyone about this?"

Harry's cheeks flamed red, and Snape knew that he had not.

"I think, we need to see Professor Dumbledore."

Harry just nodded, and they left Snape's office.

"Why Potter, did you feel the need to come and talk to me about this? Why not Dumbledore himself? Of McGonagall?" Snape asked on the way to the Headmaster's office, curios as to why, Harry had gone to him.

"I'm not really sure. It surprised me too, when I thought it, but it just felt right. I trust my instincts I guess. I mean I would never have come to you if I didn't think you'd be helpful. No offence."

Harry added on quickly, implying he didn't trust or like Snape, especially when he was receiving help from the man, made Harry feel that head had crossed a line.

"None taken." Snape replied, giving a slight chuckle.

Snape knocked on the door once, before heading in.

"Ah Severus. What can I do for you?" Snape took a seat, and Harry copied him.

"Harry I do hope you're not in trouble already."

"Actually, Albus, no. Mr Potter has come to me with a… peculiar matter. And I think I know what it is, but it couldn't possibly be true seeing as Harry is…"

Snape glanced at Harry.

"I'm getting ahead of myself. Harry, why don't you tell the professor about, your… dreams."

Snape studied both Potter's and Albus' face as the boy spoke of his dreams.

He patiently waited until the boy had finished.

Dumbledore looked at Harry, and then turned to Snape.

"You know what this is?"

Snape nodded.

"What?"

"I too, was confused, at first. Because who could Harry share it with. But I do believe that these dreams, visions, what ever they are, are happening because of a… because of an Ortus bond."

Dumbledore looked as though he had been slapped.

"That's outrageous! You must be mistaken. Its impossible!"

"And yet, it is logical."

"What's going on?" Harry asked, confused.

"Harry, when two powerful wizards or witches are born, as twins, sometimes, they perform magic, when developing."

Dumbledore began.

"Especially if there are problems. These two beings have come from the same life-cycle, they are connected to each other from their very core. Because of this connection, they feel a need to protect one another, and so a magic is made that binds them. That is an Ortus bond." Snape finished.

"You see Harry, for you to have an Ortus bond, you must have…"

"I must have a twin." Harry finished.