A beautiful dream. A sweet, alluring face. He was so close, arising from the shadows. He was almost entirely visible. Although, Harry couldn't make out most features, he knew he found the one he has been waiting for his whole life. His hand was reaching out, pale, long, beautiful fingers. He spoke, Harry strained to hear his voice. The sound of it made him melt. It was somehow familiar, yet.. unrecognizable. "Harry. Harry, I-"
Harry's eyes flew open "Ron?!" The fiery haired boy's face was directly above his. " Ron, What in bloody Hell is-?!" Ron cut him off, and began shaking his shoulders, "Harry, we are gonna be late. I mean really late!" Bright sunlight was pushing its way through the window's red dressings. Harry glanced at the clock "Shit!" Class started twenty minutes ago! He quickly ran a comb through his hair, not that it did any good, and raced out of the common room.
The halls were almost completely deserted. Keeping an eye out for Filtch and his cat, Ms. Norris, Harry sprinted down the enchanted staircases. 'Potions… Shit. Snape is gonna kill me!' He was almost there when he heard the clicking of footsteps behind him. "Mr. Potter. Twenty points from Griffindor and a week's detention." Harry turned around. 'Dammit!' Directly behind him was Professor Snape.