This is a rewrite after taking a couple of reviewers' advice and one of them was breaking up one long chapter into two. I'm currently working on rewriting the second chapter that use to be part of the first one. I'm breaking up dialogue and going to change around a couple OC's. I still intend to keep them but I'll make the second OC less uber. Anyhow, here's the rewrite of chapter one.

Disclaimer:I do not, nor will ever, own anything from the Harry Potter series. This is strictly J.K. Rowling's. Now if it was mine, I would tell her to do a time travel story that'll actually go with what she planned in mind as long as it wasn't the pairings she made. Now on to the story.

Chapter 1: Hold On, I'm Talking to You in a Dream?

A young boy of 15 was sitting alone in a spacious room, alone with his snowy white owl. It would be odd normally, but the boy had an owl because people like him, those with abilities to use magic. The young teenager was lost in his thoughts as he looked back on the events over the past couple of months. He had seen the death of a fellow Tri-Wizard competitor, a fellow student who shared in representing his school, Hogwarts, for the Tri-Wizard tournament. The student's death, however, was only a prelude to the return of an evil being that took away the boy's childhood and used his blood to resurrect him. That man's name was Voldemort, the darkest wizard in half a century. The young boy was Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived after said wizard used the killing curse on him as a baby, which did not kill him and disembodied Voldemort. Harry saw his fellow competitor's death at the hands of his parents' traitor, and was helpless to stop either that or his enemy's return. Since he brought back the student's body and proclaimed Voldemort's return, his life had gone in a downward spiral.

After saying Voldemort returned, the Ministry of Magic has gone on a public smear campaign against him and his school's headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. The so-called Leader of the Light and Headmaster of the Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft had been in Harry's corner, but now it seems Harry was always alone, with his hearing for the use of underage magic being an example, in which he used a charm to ward off beings known as Dementors, which suck the souls of living beings through a person's darkest memories. Harry did this to protect himself and his abusive muggle cousin, Dudley, who knew of magic but he and his parents were rather hostile to Harry in regards to that. Harry was just cleared with the timely intervention of Dumbledore's late arrival. It seemed Harry couldn't get any breaks as the Minister of Magic put Harry in front of the Wizengamot, Britain's legislative body, and he was not allowed to defend himself even with Dumbledore's help. The Minister, Cornelius Fudge, plainly wanted to get rid of him but with some convincing by Dumbledore and support by Amelia Bones, the Head of Law Enforcement, Harry was freed but he was now under house arrest at his godfather's place.

Now, he is in his godfather's home, 12 Grimmauld Place. Until now, he had no contact from his friends or even his mentor, who was supposed to help him but always seemed to come when it's almost too late. His godfather, who was his father's best friend and framed for his parents' betrayal by another friend, couldn't contact him after escaping from Azkabahn, the wizarding prison. No one would come to contact him, under the orders of Dumbledore, citing protection from Voldemort and his Death Eaters. The only strange thing was if Dumbledore realized how redundant that was since Voldemort came back with his blood, a matter that wasn't broached upon but thought of by Harry. Harry could only wait to see what will happen next, but Harry really wasn't in too much of a mood to expect anything different with public opinion turned against him.

Since the trial, Harry couldn't really do much even with his two best friends there. Ron Weasley, the tall red haired sixth son of the Wesley family, and Hermione Granger, the bushy-haired know-it-all, tried to reconnect with him after Dumbledore ordered them to not contact Harry for fear of reprisal from Voldemort. Alas, Harry wasn't too keen on the fact that Ron's mother, Molly, thought to coddle Harry and prevent him from going to meetings for the Order of the Phoenix, Dumbledore's group he founded during the first war with Voldemort. His godfather, Sirius, thought differently but Dumbledore decided to go with Molly on this. Harry had to resort to spying with the help of the Weasley twins, Fred and George, using their prank inventions. Even so, Harry was very much out of the loop for all things involving the fight against Voldemort, and it was made worse when the new school term started less than a month before Sept. 1 and he couldn't get his school supplies in Diagon Alley without anyone pointing at him or whispering so the Order members had to do it for him. It was during those few weeks left that on one night that things truly began to get odd for Harry.

It was just a couple days after the trial that things started to become strange for Harry. Even before the trial, he always dreamt of his inability to save Cedric and prevent Voldemort's return. The dream had been going on since the end of fourth year, and was always very vivid with Voldemort's face in a sneer and Cedric's lifeless eyes staring at Harry. All attempts of Harry to move were in vain as he couldn't even reach for his wand. In fact, it was a re-enactment of the entire graveyard scene during the third task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament, with Harry powerless to do anything with him being chained to the tombstone of Voldemort's muggle father. It always contained of Voldemort's taunts on Harry's inability to protect Cedric and how Harry is now at Voldemort's mercy. And at the end, it would show Voldemort using the killing curse on Harry, where all resistance is futile and Harry would wake up screaming. This time, Voldemort spoke to Harry in a tone that would send shivers down Harry spine.

"Quite unfortunate, isn't it Harry?" the dream figure asked. "You could've saved him, but you couldn't maintain, what was the phrase? Ah, yes, Alastor Moody's favorite phrase, constant vigilance."

The tone Voldemort used in saying that phrase was the complete opposite of Moody's harsh and blunt assessment of maintaining one's survival that it would've made one wish they had dropped dead without having to face life's horrors. For Harry, it could only mean that he truly failed in saving someone and it was being thrown right in his face. Voldemort's taunt only continued and it would truly make Harry feel alone.

"How said that you would only feel the confidence to do save someone with the help of your precious mentor and your useless friends. What, the Weasley who easily could've stood by your side, yet in a jealous fit left when he didn't believe you're words on how you didn't enter your name in the Goblet of Fire? Oh no, Harry, he took the side of the rest of the students and branded you a lying, attention-grabbing fool. My, my, and yet he didn't send you a letter to ask how you have been feeling lately."

"The same is true for your Mudblood friend, Granger was it not? The one person who stood by your side throughout the tournament, and she didn't even consider to check in on you. All of this, as you have no doubt learned by now, was all under Albus' order to protect you. Doesn't he realize how foolish he was to think that you'd be still protected at your magic-hating Muggle relatives? That with your blood to resurrect me that nothing will harm you? Hah! Pitiful of him to not even realize how much danger he has placed you in. He has truly become a senile old fool. No one believes you now, and who can blame them? Certainly not I, for I only did what was necessary for my plans in ridding me of you. The 'Boy-Who-Lived' is now the 'Boy-Who-Lost'".

"You have lost yourself Harry, and you could've prevented that by joining me. I would've given you everything you've ever wanted. Now, I'm afraid, it's much too late. You should've joined me when you first came to Hogwarts and stopped me from obtaining the Philosopher's Stone. I gave you another chance with the tournament. Now, you have nothing, and will still have nothing once I am through with you. You're parents paid for that, and now, I will make sure that you will suffer slowly and painfully. And to make sure, I believe you need some more proof of my plans."

Upon saying that, Voldemort stepped back and revealed Cedric, Dumbledore, Ron, Hermione and his parents, amongst others Harry knew walking towards him. All of them shared the same look of disdain and betrayal, directing them towards Harry. Dumbledore's spirit was the first to speak.

"I am sorry, my boy, but Tom is right. You are truly weak, for you could not save Cedric. It was only fitting that I stop all forms of communication to you for it would only put more people at risk. It was to protect you and the others from yourself, as now you have seen the Dark Lord's rise and you are responsible for that. You will never achieve anything as long as Voldemort is not vanquished, and Cedric was the first example of that."

For Harry to hear that from the man he looked up was painful, as Harry did not want to believe that his summer of isolation was all because of him. "No!" shouted Harry but it was all in vain as no one truly heard him.

It was more painful when Ron and Hermione spoke to him. "Sorry mate, but you really shouldn't have tried to enter the tournament," Ron sarcastically said, "It really would've saved us the trouble of having to go through our argument, but then again, you always get the attention, right? Bloody hell, mate, why does it seem that you get it at the cost of someone else, like poor Cedric did? Too bad you weren't expelled, cause then I would've gotten everything that you had. Quidditch, girls, free publicity. At least I wouldn't be accused of being a parselmouth and have the Ministry coming for me."

"How true, Ron," Hermione spoke next, "It really is a shame that Harry couldn't have been more prepared. I mean, sure, Harry didn't mean to enter the tournament, but then again, shouldn't he have expected something like that to happen? Always talking about how he hoped no one would come after him. Too bad he didn't plan that far ahead. He could've done so much better last year, and the years before come to think of it. He didn't even appreciate how I took his Firebolt in third year just because I was worried an unnamed sender might have been a Death Eater."

"Well, never again. It's not like I'm losing much when I drop a silly boy like him. Who would want to even associate with him since it's his fault that Voldemort was back in the first place? We made that clear, didn't we, Ron?"

"Oh yes Hermione," Ron said, "Very much so."

For Harry, it was hurtful that his two best friends would've said such things to him and even think of him like that. While relations with Ron did go sour at the beginning of fourth year, things improved after the first task, but with him and Hermione going against him in the dream, it was like getting sucker punched.

"How could you say this?" shouted Harry, "How can you even think I would want such things? All of this was thrown upon me! I didn't ask for this! I just wanted to be normal! I never asked for anything at the expense of others!" No one listened as they all looked at him with contempt. Soon the entire Weasley family showed up, including Ginny, who he saved in his second year, all claiming him as the source of all their problems. His father's friends, Sirius and Remus, all gave evil glares, even Snape gloated in the verbal attacks. Everyone made their say, with shouts of 'Liar', 'Murderer', and other things being thrown at him. The most painful was his parents, James and Lily, walking towards him with morose faces.

Harry's mother, with red hair and bright green eyes like his, and father, who many considered Harry a clone of, just stopped at the base of the tombstone, and together would hurt Harry the most.

"It truly pains me that we have all suffered by your hands," Lily said, "How we died because of you. We should've never had you in the first place. My sister and her family didn't care much for me after I learned magic, but I could see why you are a waste of space for them. I am truly ashamed that I would even give my life for you."

"It is why, son," James interjected, "That you are hereby declared unworthy of the name Potter. What a disgrace you are! All of our sacrifices in our stand against Voldemort, and what did they lead us to? Just to see you become as much of a criminal as Voldemort. I should never have told Lily to take you up to your nursery. I should never have fought against Voldemort that Halloween night. In fact, we should've never even considered conceiving you. Had we known beforehand how useless you would become, we should've let you be killed by Voldemort. You truly should've not existed, at all!"

"You're life is now declared without relation to anyone and forfeit for anyone to declare! Before you even think of escaping, you will soon be struck dead and it will be done as it should've been before you were EVEN BORN!"

As James' venomous words rose, Harry couldn't hold back the tears that leaked out of his eyes as the crowd cheered in ecstasy. Harry wanted to say something, but he could not say a word. It was as if his ability to speak was taken away from him, only his thoughts would allow him a say in matter. The final dagger would be Lily's.

"Oh, how I wish none of this happened," Lily cried, "So that I could have spent my life with the man I love. I now spend it in the afterlife, all because of you Harry. As James has already said, you are hereby declared worthless to us. We should have done this long ago. Now, we can. Good-bye, son."

Those words truly made Harry feel powerless, as he would've slumped to the ground without the chains. In fact, that is what happened, as Harry fell to the ground with tears in his eyes. Staring straight ahead at his parents with disbelief, he couldn't pick up anything the crowd was saying. Not that it mattered anyway, for Voldemort prepared raised his wand and pointed it at Harry in point blank range.

"Ah, Harry", Voldemort sneered, "This is the end for you. A very fitting end, where you face the tip of my wand just as you had all those years ago as a baby, only this time you cannot escape. Your power is nothing. Finally, all your years of miraculous escapes from my grasp are at an end. Nothing will save you, and no one will care to aid you. Farewell, Harry Potter. AVADA KADAVERA!"

The infamous killing curse was unleashed, only this time Harry would not be able to dodge it due to his immobility. The green light would crash in to him, and without a sound the world would fade to darkness. And usually, Harry would wake up screaming. The ending, however, would be vastly different for all of a sudden the killing curse was stopped in its tracks and Harry's eyes would widen in shock and confusion. Voldemort, as well as the crowd behind him, stared in shock at the unexpected halt of the killing curse. The curse was considered impossible to block, and for it to stop just inches from Harry's face was a shock to all.

Enraged, Voldemort shouted "How is this possible? Who dares to deny me my moment of victory! Let the fool show himself for his defiance!"

Suddenly, as if on cue, the curse dissipated. "Now there's no need to shout, Voldemort", said a deep monotonous voice, "Even in a dream, it can't always end with someone being blasted by the killing curse. I just wanted to change things up a bit."

The voice that rang out send a shiver through all of the figures in the dream, to which Harry would think to himself odd for such an occurrence happen. As everyone looked around, searching for the disembodied voice, no one noticed that Harry was freed from his chains and stood amongst everyone looking for the source of the voice as well.

"How dare you?" Voldemort scornfully asked, "Ordering me to listen to someone who won't even show his face? It is truly a coward's way of doing things when one doesn't even appear before me."

The voice soon chuckled, enraging Voldemort even more. "Oh, Tom", said the voice, "You could've asked me a bit nicer. Although, a dead man does not need to know my name, but you won't mind seeing my face, would you?"

At that, footsteps were heard. Harry heard it coming from behind him, and turned to see who it was.

When he turned, Harry saw a few inches from him only the person's lower torso, but there was a reason. Harry could see a pair of pants that looked like what a muggle would wear in business, but Harry could see that these legs were just long and sturdy. As in really long, causing Harry to wonder what kind of being was it.

'Bloody hell', Harry thought, "Is this man some sort of athlete with legs that could carry him in a marathon?"

Harry dared to look upwards, for he assumed the person would've been at least 6' feet in height. As he looked up, Harry could only see the person's upper torso, covered by a large dress robe of some sort, with Oriental symbols on it. Harry surmised that the man must be Asian, but Harry could not see a face still.

'Oh, you've got to be kidding me', Harry thought in exasperation, 'Is this guy any taller than possible?'

Harry tilted his head even higher, almost straining his neck, with Harry realizing with each step that the man was certainly taller than he thought. When he finally took the step that allowed him to see the person's face, he could finally see a man with a strong jawline, a dark mass of hair that was similar to Harry's but without the wildness that Harry dealt with. His face seemed long but widened out to look box-shaped, with a nose that was a little wide and pointy but otherwise looked normal. What caught Harry's attention, though, was that the man had a face that seemed impassive but his eyes contained a fiery spirit ready to come out.

And speaking of eyes, the old saying of eyes being windows to the soul would certainly fit for two people. The obvious choice was Harry, with his bright and fiery emerald green eyes that held so much emotional range. The other wouldn't be considered but one would have to look very carefully at the man's eyes to truly understand. Somehow, Harry backed up enough to see the man's eyes and could only let his mouth drop in awe at the man's eye colors. Yes, eye colors, for the man had two different eye colors. It doesn't happen a lot, but there have been enough cases of people born with one eye color different from the other, who are called hematochromatics, with the most common being blue and green.

This man, however, didn't have one eye blue and one eye green. Instead, his right eye was a dark black. A very strange sight, as it looked as if the man's pitch black eye could swallow a person's entire being and be sucked into the man without preamble. As dark as night, the man's black right eye looked like a bottomless pit where one could still see further inside his being and not even an eternity could answer questions. The man's left eye, however, was even stranger, for it was white. Yes, an eye that is the color of white. It looked as if one would wake up in a hospital room and first see the whiteness of the room under the light. It was almost a milky color, disguising the fact that it does have an iris but with the whiteness, it looked as if anyone could paint some color into his eye. The whiteness, however, is deceptive for anyone would be caught in the same situation looking at the man's dark right eye. The man's left eye was almost ethereal, like a patch of clouds covering the radiance of the sun and the moon's luminance. The man's eyes and incredible physical stature, serve to present a unique yet dichotomous character that not many would ever claim to have seen before.

Harry had never seen such a strange physical phenomenon, and that's saying something with the wizarding world's existence. Harry felt intimidated beyond belief as he took in this human giant, and attempted to take in what this man was. Harry could definitely see that the man had a pair of legs that looked like giant steel beams and his upper body, though covered with the Oriental vest, must boast impressive body strength. He tried to see where the man's arms were, and when he found them, saw that the robe looked more like a vest for his arms were long and went past the robe's length. The man's arms looked more like a pro basketball player, wearing a jersey that had sleeves but could only cover a third of his upper arm. The man's arms were long and the muscles were a well-balanced mix of lean and powerful without looking like they were bulging. Harry never ever thought he'd see such a human physique on anyone.

'Come off it, Harry!' he berated to himself, 'I'm no queer or a gay person, though at least I don't think so. But really, if I even had some of this person's stature, I could definitely get the ladies impressed with me. I mean bloody hell! This bloke's like Hagrid, and I don't even know if he can dwarf Hagrid who's a half-giant. This is one strange dream.'

While Harry was having his mental thoughts, the denizens of Harry's dream all involuntarily took a couple steps back, just as intimidated, if not more, than Harry was when the man first appeared.

At least in a dream, no one ever saw such a human being appear as the man is now. All of them looked frightened, even Hagrid who appeared in Harry's dream as one of his taunters was stunned with disbelief. Everyone saw the man's eyes, and if even a few were intimidated by the man's size, all of them were shocked by the man's eyes. Even Voldemort was thrown off by the man's appearance, but with a sneer, he composed himself and prepared to take the man down.

"So this is the man who dares to defy me of my victory", Voldemort smoothly said, "You are a fool. No matter what, Potter will fall before me and I shall take control of everything. You may have favorable physical attributes, but you are nothing without magical power."

At that, the man looked down on Voldemort. Harry could only wonder what the man would say next. What actually happened, however, was unexpected. As Voldemort threatened the man, he laughed. Not a just a chuckle, or a 'ha ha', but a loud, deep laugh. The dream's occupants stunned, the man stood where he was and laughed heartily as if he was at a pub drinking beer with fellow friends. Voldemort, however, gave an ugly sneer at the man's laugh. Voldemort spoke out his thoughts.

"How dare you? You laugh at me! Me, the most feared and powerful dark wizard since Grindewald! Well, here's something to take back for a good laugh! AVADA KEDAVARA!"

With a sudden jab of his wand, Voldemort fired the killing curse at the man's head. Harry, just hearing the spell, tried to stop it.

"Look out!" shouted Harry.

But it was too late, and the curse hit the man right in the face. Harry was stunned, not wanting to believe that another person died and he could've prevented it, even if it was in a dream. The man, however, moved his head a couple times as if loosening his neck muscles.

"You really rely on curses a lot, don't you Riddle?" the man asked. This stunned Harry and everyone else out of shock. This stranger survived the killing curse, one that was considered impossible to block! Voldemort was stunned, not believing that the man was still alive after taking a full on killing curse.

"Impossible!" he shouted, "How can you still be alive?" The man only smirked.

"Come on, Riddle", the man calmly said, "It doesn't matter if it's in Harry's head or in the real world. I've taken that before and survived."

This stunned Harry. 'He actually survived the killing curse?' Harry thought, 'I can't believe it!'

The man soon turned to Harry with an impassive face again. Harry flinched under the man's gaze, wondering what he could be doing next.

"You know, Harry," man said, "I'm not gay either, but I'm not really having any easier of time with women. All they care about is getting in bed with me, though I can understand why you feel that you'd have better chances of having a woman on your arms with a better physique. I am pretty tall as you imagined, but it's a bit difficult to move around places with my appearance. Don't worry, though, I have taken on worse than the killing curse, and those things don't need even an incantation of any kind to work.'

Harry was again stunned, not believing that man even knew what he was thinking. Before he could speak, however, Voldemort raged. "You dare to defy me? Crucio!"

The curse was shot at him, but the man took it without any hesitation. When it hit, he shook it off as if it was just dust. Voldemort, at least in a dream, was stunned speechless. Harry was too, not believing that this man, even in a dream, could still be standing. The man then moved, and every step he took caused everyone to move back.

"Time to leave everyone", said the man, "For I need to discuss something important with Harry and time is of the essence."

Immediately after saying that, the man moved and suddenly disappeared. In an instant, he reappeared with a sword in his right hand. Harry wondered how he had a sword on him, but then realized that it must have been smaller on his person and could've been easily disguised and overlooked by people. Suddenly, he heard screams and turned around. To his shock, Harry was stunned. All of his tormentors were suddenly in pain. A dream shouldn't have pain involved, Harry told himself, yet these beings were. All of them disappeared instantly, while Voldemort, as stubborn as in reality, kept holding up.

"How", Voldemort asked as he looked at the man with contempt, "How did you do all of this, how could you even attempt what you have attempted just now?"

The man only shook his head as he swung his sword and rested the blade on his chest.

"Tom", said the man, "You should have never done the things you've done. It's time Harry learned something, but I doubt it'll be with you around all the time in his dreams. And now that I think about it, you'll only be defeated if Harry doesn't get shut out like he has been all summer. Don't think I'll be watching him and I'll appear very soon. So go back to your hideout but you'll see me again soon. This isn't the first time you or any of your Death Eaters have met me, and you'll be wishing that I ended you all before Harry was even born."

With that, Voldemort, in a sneer, faded away from Harry's dream, only to say "This isn't the end, Potter. Even with your new friend, you will still die by my hand and your friend will soon wish that he never crossed Lord Voldemort!"

With that, the Dark Lord disappeared from Harry's dream. Harry, still in shock, slowly turned to the man who saved him in his dream. As he did, the man had sheathed his sword and placed it within his robe. The man walked towards Harry instantly closing the gap between the two thanks to his height. Harry, hesitantly, raised his hand to shake the other man's hand.

"Um, thanks", Harry shakily said, "For, erh, helping me. Oh, now I'm talking in my sleep."

The man laughed, and raised his hand to shake Harry's. His eyes widened even more as the man's hand was big, easily dwarfing Harry's hand. The man shook Harry's with a solid shake, to which Harry didn't even pay attention as his mind was elsewhere.

"Don't mention it, Harry", said the man, "But this is the first time that I've actually intervened in your dream. It's about time that you had someone you got out of your funk when no one else was around." At that, Harry was shaken out of his reverie.

"Wait," said Harry, "When did you appear before? I've had this dream over and over again, this being the first time I've seen everyone I know appearing and you showing up. How's that possible?"

"Honestly," replied the man, "I've watched you from the sidelines as your dreams increased and slowly got worse. Personally, I've experienced your discomfort, so I didn't actually appear in your dreams before. Still, I don't know why you couldn't talk to anyone, or even send a letter. Dumbledore may be worried about Death Eaters, but he's forgotten that people do need help. He should know that your elf friend, Dobby, could go places easily."

Harry, however, was still unconvinced that the man, despite everything that's happened, was really trusting. "What do you want, though?" Harry asked, "Why do you want to help me?"

The man sighed, giving Harry a good stare to unnerve him. "I'm not asking for anything, Harry," replied the man, "But times are changing, and there are worse things cropping up. Some have already existed before all of this, and some are even worse than Voldemort." Harry was, to say the least, surprised at that proclamation.

"You can't be serious?" Harry asked breathlessly, "You're pulling my leg here."

The man shook his head. "No, I'm not," said the man, "But you need to realize your abilities and soon. Changes are coming from the horizon and not all of it is good. You'll need to confront them and unearth some secrets that have been kept from you."

"What are you talking about?" asked Harry, "What secrets, and how would you actually know about them?"

"Like I said, you need to find out yourself," said the man, "But I'll come soon, don't worry. You've got some challenges ahead and need to prepare for them before I come. A couple people I know will come to your school when dark times come. They'll help you. I suggest you find out some things soon, though, because you are gonna have an interesting girlfriend soon."

At that, Harry was bewildered at the man's comment. "Wait, what?" asked Harry, "What does my love life have to do with anything, especially when everything's already going wrong in my life. What, with the Ministry turning people against me and Voldemort's return, what's my personal life got to do with it? You're suggesting that I find my soul mate to clear things up."

The man chuckled at Harry's confusion, only to return to his steely gaze. "Don't worry," said the man, "Your love life, understandably, isn't a top priority right now. Still, time's of the essence, here and beyond. Don't lose hope, Harry. She is closer than you think and in a place you'd never think first to look. Even if nothing comes out of it, it'll be vital to the future and, perhaps, push for changes that are needed for magic to survive. Most importantly, you'll find out things that you didn't know about your family but don't just trust anyone. They need to earn yours as well as you earning theirs. Voldemort may be the threat now, but something else is out there and you must prepare for it."

Harry, despite the confusion he is experiencing, nods. "I don't know what to make of this," said Harry, "But I really want to stop Voldemort before anyone else dies. I just can't believe that something is out there that makes Voldemort look minor. Even so, I'm not going to let this happen. Count me in."

With that, the man nods and takes out his hand to offer a shake. Without hesitation, Harry, despite the size difference, puts his hand in the man's and shakes. After that, they step back. The man prepares to leave, but Harry takes up another question.

"Wait, how will I know when you're coming? Or when those people you told me will come?" The man looks down at Harry and smirks.

"Don't worry," the man replies, "You'll meet them when the school year starts. As for me, you'll know how I look, that won't be too hard to do. As for you, start focusing on making yourself stronger for you are more powerful than people realize and I'll show up from time to time in your dreams until my actual appearance. Right now, though, it's time to wake up. Don't want to worry anyone with missing breakfast, now do we?" With that, the man takes a step back and disappears from Harry's view. Right after that, everything disappears around Harry, and a bright light opens up.

"Rise and shine, pup!" shouted a man's voice, "Time for another day."

The man was Sirius Black, notorious Azkhaban fugitive, accused betrayer of the Potters and Muggle murderer who was framed by Peter Pettigrew. Now, he is Harry's fugitive godfather waking his godson to by opening the curtains and letting in the sunlight rush in. Harry groggily opened his eyes and grabbed his glasses, clearing his vision to look at his scraggly looking godfather. With a smirk, Sirius claps his hands.

"Come on, Harry", said Sirius, "Let's get things ready for your next Hogwarts term. As bad as things are for you now, you can't let anyone or anything stop you. Now let's get going."

With that, Sirius walked out of the room with a spring to his step while Harry got out of bed. As Harry was going through the morning routine, he thought back on the dream he had and the conversation with the strange man.

The man's warnings on possibly more enemies than he already had to deal with now were not too high on Harry's to-do list.

'What was all of that about?' Harry asked himself, 'Voldemort, the Ministry, and now something else to worry about. Bugger, things just had to get more complicated'.

To Harry, he still wondered if it was all real, and if not, the dream certainly felt real. 'Still,' Harry thought, 'I can't help but wonder what that man meant by secrets being kept from me. I mean, there really isn't much to know about me or my family. Not like secret powers they had or a financial empire they hid away before I was born. Even so, am I really going to meet people that will actually help me fight Voldemort? Well, I'm gonna have to wait and see. If I do see that man again, it'll be very odd to see him in person cause if he's any more intimidating in real life, then we're all in big trouble.'

With that, Harry changed and left his room to join the rest of the occupants at Grimmauld Place, and start a new day. For the rest of the summer he would interact again with his friends, but think back on to the thoughts of the man he conversed with in his dream and would meet him a few more times to prepare him for what lies ahead. He never told anyone else about it, even his friends, for he usually would claim that he didn't' remember when in truth he did. Harry would find out later on that the man would be right about whom he would least likely meet and it is with this person that Harry will meet one of the mysterious man's associates. Harry would have no idea the changes in store for him.

Well, here's a much shorter chapter 1. Hope this is better for everyone to read. I'll work on the other part soon and hopefully make it more believable for people to read. Thanks for the reviews guys!