Author's note: I had a story similar to this but it was to fast moving, had about a thousand plot holes and was completely horrible. But this was the first story I wrote so I thought it deserved to be rewritten. _______________________________________________________________________

"Brother?!" If he still had a beating heart it would have stopped at the sight of his older brother lying still on the floor of the ancient city.

"EDWARD!" Rose screamed coming out of her trance trying to run forward only to be stopped by Dante.

Envy let out a vicious smile. "that's right he's dead."

"Brother no you can't die….it's supposed to be me." Alphonse whispered, wishing that he could feel more than this pain. "Brother can't die!" he said firmly staring at the body as if willing it to move.

Alphonse struggled to sit up pushing gluttony away from him and ignoring Dante's anger. His brother would live. He'd make sure of that. "brother hasn't been dead long, he still has color on his face."

Dante's eyes widened in realization. "Don't be a fool you know what will happen." she said in desperation watching the boy who was trapped by armor.

He walked over to his brother, reaching one armored hand down to touch his face. It hurt staring at the almost pale face of his brother. "His soul's probably still at the gate. I just have to pull it back the same way he did for me." it didn't matter what happened to him, it was his choice. His decision and finally he was repaying them back.

Clapping his hands Alphonse felt the familiar feel of alchemy that was at times dangerous enough to kill him but wonderful enough create things that seemed like miracles. "this is for you brother." Alphonse smiled sadly from inside his suit of armor as a familiar and oddly comforting blue light filled the air. "I'll miss you."

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Somewhere else in a different place, in a different time a woman with long red hair was sobbing. Her arms were wrapped around a baby who was crying in frustration--they were about to die.

Lily Potter leaned against her son's crib feeling hopelessness and desperation over taker her. Her son, the only person she had left in her world was about to die with her for a childish prophecy.

James, her James was dead. He had died only minutes before trying to spare them a few minutes to an escape that wouldn't happen. Lily let out a watery gasp and wrapped her arms tighter around her baby as she heard the sound of slow footsteps coming up the stairs.

In her arms Harry cooed, trying to garner his mother's attention. Looking down at her son Lily knew she couldn't let him die. If it was the last thing she would do then she would insure her only child's survival.

Quietly but quickly she set Harry down on the floor ignoring his cries of protest. Pulling her wand from the spot on the floor she'd dropped it when she'd found out they were trapped she made a strange design. The drawing took up almost half the space of the floor and Lily grabbed Harry setting him down into the center, trying not to think of the pain this would cause her son. In the end it would be worth it.

With tears and a determined expression on her face Lily clapped her hands performing an art that was as old as magic itself. A blue and white light filled the room as Harry's crying grew an octave harder. When it faded Lily saw the sign that it had indeed worked and that her efforts had not been for nothing. A mark that would become a scar that was shaped like a lightning bolt was on Harry's forehead.

"I'm sorry." Lily whispered sliding back to floor and grabbing on to Harry. She hoped Dumbledore had realized what she had done. Heaven forbid if the man twisted her sacrifice to his own favors. She'd come back from the dead if he used everything she had worked for against her son.

The door opened and in stepped a man she had never met face to face but wanted to kill her all the same.

"Not Harry, please not Harry." she begged, her courage in being a Gryffindor and doing the ritual had disappeared. Lily knew Voldemort would not spare her son, all she could do know was hope that everything had not been for nothing.

"Step aside you foolish girl and I may let you live." The voice was cold, emotionless and fitting for someone who slaughtered and was covered in the blood of innocents.

Lily held her ground glaring defiantly at him and wrapping her arms that much tighter around her son, tight enough that Harry winced. "I would never be that much of a coward." what kind of parent wouldn't do anything to protect their child? Even give up their own life? That wasn't too much of a sacrifice in her opinion.

The Dark Lord smiled edging forward. "So be it." A jet of green light shot out the end of his wand heading toward the red-headed witch and her teary-eyed son.

The last thing Lily saw was Harry staring at her with wide eyes and she felt a little bit lighter knowing that he wouldn't remember this. Harry wailed when his mother felled to the floor dropping him in the process.

Voldemort stared down at the crying babe with thinly veiled interest. This pitiful crying child would be the one to stop him? Had Dumbledore finally gone mad once and for all?

"Avada Kedavra." he whispered bored, watching the green light of the killing curse hit the baby.

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"Al." Edward whispered as he disappeared from the gate.

"Edward can you hear me?" Rose asked leaning over the unconscious previously dead body of Edward Elric.

"Yeah." He shakily managed to stand up, noticing for the first time that tears were running down his face. He looked around completely focused on finding his brother. Where was Al? "But what am I crying for?"

"Al." Edward whispered in realization and shock. That foolish brother of his had sacrificed himself! For him, someone so unworthy of being alive.

Rose let out a watery smile her eyes sad as she clutched her baby closer. "he used alchemy to bring you back Ed after you died."

Edward let out a sob. "But what happened to him?" at seeing her look he shook his head. "Don't tell me he's gone Rose! Al! AL! Al!" he didn't care that he was whole, it didn't matter if Al wasn't here.

The alchemist looked around the room desperately yelling for his younger brother and startling Rose's baby in the process. Rose's eyes were sad as she watched him desperately cling to something that wasn't there.

"You've got strong legs Edward get up and use them." Rose whispered as she left carrying a broken Wrath with her. She wondered if this would be the last time she would see him and that thought depressed her as much as anything else had happened today.

Edward smiled as she left. " From what Hohenheim has told me, Al's whole body and mind should still be there, his soul too. Maybe life has no equal trade, maybe you can give up all you got without getting anything back…but still I have to try." he closed his eyes and clapped his hands together. "Al."

When the bright light disappeared a now unconscious Edward Elric was still there covered in alchemic symbols. A chain of tears was on his face, knowing that it hadn't worked.

At that same time the woman known as Lily Potter's sacrifice had been completed. A life for a life… hers for her son's.

"Avada Kedavra." The Dark Lord whispered and the light hit the child only for it to changed. the same blue and white light that had surrounded Harry minutes ago reappeared.

The killing curse bounced back, Lily's sacrifice being accepted as payment for her son. Voldemort's screams echoed through the house as Albus Dumbledore arrived at the Potter residence too late to save anyone even the now resting baby on the floor surrounded by ashes and a dark cloak.

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Four years later in a house that looked like all the others on it's street little Harry Potter stealthily made his way to the kitchen. It was barely five in the morning and only now was dawn beginning to rise. Light filtered in the windows and Harry cherished it, wishing that his cupboard could be as light.

The five year old often waited hours until he deemed it safe enough to steal a stray piece of bread or whatever leftovers he could get without his relatives noticing. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon didn't like it when he stole food. Even if he was hungry, and Dudley (Harry's cousin who resembled more a whale than Harry) took whatever food he wanted all the time.

In fact none of his family resembled him in the slightest, even Aunt Petunia who he was related to by blood. While Harry had inky black hair and strange green almost catlike eyes. Petunia had blonde hair, a long neck and was always nosy about things that rarely concerned her. Vernon resembled a walrus with a mustache and his face often turned purple when ever he was angry, which was most of the time. Dudley while the same age as Harry towered over him and most of the other children in their grade, resembling a giant beach ball or a small whale.

'Creak.' the boy jumped looking around with evident panic on his face. He knew what would happen if his Uncle found him and it wouldn't be very pretty.

Waiting a few minutes he walked forward until he was in the kitchen. Harry quietly opened the handle of the fridge and grabbed whatever amount of food he could without it seeming suspicious. He was lucky, his aunt had cooked a large dinner so no one would notice if he stole a little more than usual.

Carrying exactly three pieces of cheese, a small scrap of ham and as many slices o bread as he could handle he walked the long trek to his cupboard. In reality it wasn't a very long walk at all. Just past the living room and stop before you reach the front door but to Harry who's every nerves were stringed with fear and panic it felt like the longest path in existence.

He let out a sigh of relief when he got in without hearing the sound of his uncle's heavy footsteps on the stairs. Harry's stomach gurgled and he only ate a small piece of the bread. He knew from experience that if you at too much after not eating for a long time then it wouldn't stay down.

Food was not his only issue though it was an important one. Surprisingly for the first time in what seemed like years Harry had fallen asleep while waiting for his family to go to bed. A rookie mistake. Harry scowled thinking about it as he leant back against his cot. One that might have made him starve until the next night or even longer than that.

Falling asleep hadn't been his only problem. What came with it was though. Dreams that seemed so real but couldn't be for in them he was mostly happy and life with the Dursley's--his life was never a happy one. Occasionally hits, slaps that left his skin red and sometimes even broken bones made up his life. Not happiness, never happiness.

The dreams despite the fact that he knew they couldn't be real made him hope all the more. Sometimes he'd dream of his parents or at least he suspected they were his parents. A pretty woman with long auburn hair holding him, a man with dark hair and glasses spinning him around as two other men watched amused in the background. He didn't always dream of his parents though.

Sometimes his dreams were filled with things that he knew weren't real. A boy with blonde hair and golden eyes who could make things appear out of thin air. This boy was in almost every dream he'd ever had. The boy was almost always smiling or smirking and Harry felt comforted seeing his face even though he'd never met this strange stranger.

Dreams turned into nightmares and so did Harry's. His parents dying as the car hit their own. Their screams forever imprinted upon his mind were one of the only memories Harry had of them. The dreams with the boy turned darker too. A woman dying, a funeral and then planning. For something that Harry knew but didn't understand. The boy screaming as one of his arms and legs were torn off by these things that were scarier than anything Harry had ever seen dream or otherwise. And the boy was always screaming for him except…it wasn't his name that he was screaming. It was something else.

Alphonse

Harry had never heard of such a strange name though it felt familiar almost as comforting as his baby blanket, the only thing he had of his short life with his parents.

Thinking about the dreams, the golden-eyed boy and even that name only managed to hurt Harry's head every time he thought about it. Suddenly he wasn't as hungry as he had been minutes ago and in an act that he would regret later he pushed the only food he had to the floor. Closing his eyes he drifted of to an uneasy sleep filled with bright lights, laughter and a boy screaming a name that wasn't his own.

"Get up Boy!" His aunt wrapped on the door to his room, the door to Dudley's former second bedroom one more time before Harry heard her quiet footsteps walk down the stairs.

Blearily sixteen year old Harry Potter opened his eyes to be greeted by the sight of his ceiling and not the nightmare he had previously experiencing. How strange he thought getting dressed, to have a nightmare about having nightmares. But then again when had Harry Potter ever been not strange? He was just happy that he's dream hadn't once again revolved around Sirius or the fact that Harry was a murderer. But still…

He couldn't shake the familiarity of those dreams. It had seemed real, just as real as everything else in his life. Harry felt an attachment to those childhood dreams, the one with the blonde-haired boy. Growing up those had been some of his only comforts, to escape the harsh reality of the world he lived in. But he had to put them away, you couldn't focus on the past when his future was in danger.

Resisting the urge to fall asleep Harry wondered if this was a problem. To have nightmares that disturbed his sleep, his eating pattern. Nightmares that were to vivid to be just dreams, things his subconscious had made up. Was there a disorder for something like that? To be too imaginative. It'd be fitting that he of all people would have such a ridiculous disease.

"BOY!!" His Uncle shouted impatiently waiting for his breakfast though Harry wondered if he was taking that long then why didn't the man just cook it himself? Of course his uncle was rarely logical and in fact just loved the chance to yell.

"Coming." He shouted before hurriedly changing into a pair of clothes. A ripped up t-shirt and a worn out pair of jeans, both of which had been Dudley's hand-me-downs and were much to large on his skinny frame.

"Don't shout at me!" his Uncle shouted back just defeating his own logic and Harry couldn't help but shake his head as he walked down stairs. Thank god he wasn't related to that man by blood.

"Sorry." He apologized as he walked over to the stove and immediately started to cook some eggs. the fast thing he could think of, because after all if Vernon was late who would he blame but Harry?

Vernon scowled and instead grabbed the morning paper and proceeded to read it. Harry was just amazed that his Uncle had learned how to read in his absence.

"I expect all of your chores to be done by six today boy." Vernon growled out without looking up knowing that Harry would be listening. That damn boy always listened to what he said.

Harry nodded without really paying attention, neither focusing on his uncle ranting nor the eggs. He could cook in his sleep if he had to, and years of experience did often have him cooking in the middle of the night when he was half-asleep with either drowsiness or pain-riddled injuries.

"an important client and potential partner for Guinnings is coming over." his Uncle continued.

Once again the wizard nodded. Important client that meant Harry would be in his bedroom for the entire night trying to be as silent as possible and pretending once again the he didn't exist.

No you can't die…it's supposed to be me! Harry's hand which had been reaching for the handle of the frying pan twitched in shock along with the rest of him at hearing the voice inside his head landed on the stove causing him to hiss in pain.

"Dad! Harry's burning the eggs." Dudley said not even caring about the fact that his cousins hand was blood red and looking very burned. Harry shot him a glare and then glared at the stove.

"BOY!"

Yes it was a usual day in the Dursley household.

Half an hour later found Harry outside dragging a sack of fertilizer over to his aunt's flowerbed, Harry once again taking care of it. This had to be the only chore he didn't mind, he got to have some sun and he was alone. Away from Dudley and his gang who's favorite sport and pastime was still 'Harry hunting'. Besides it helped him pass herbology though not to the extent of Neville who was naturally gifted with plants or Hermione who studied whatever she could.

Still he felt more at peace surrounded by the plants. Harry was never really comfortable around people. Always put off by the staring and their preconceived attitudes about him, like Snape. He'd seen the memory of his father and admittedly he would have been just like Snape in that scenario but no one saw that but him. People, wizards especially only saw what they wanted to see. Not what was really there. The wizarding world wanted a savior, a champion and defender for the light side so that's what the saw. They didn't see a fifteen year old boy who was far to scrawny, not as confident as he seemed and didn't have an ounce training save for the things they taught at school. And he was supposed to be their hero?

Harry snorted, the wizarding world sure was blind sighted.

"Boy! Stop laying about and get back to work." Petunia shot poking her long neck and head through the window to shout at him. Harry nodded though he thought it hypocritical considering her own son was laying about watching mindless TV shows.

'Meow.' For the second that day Harry jumped luckily this time Harry didn't have anything to burn himself with, unfortunately the spade in his hand jerked upward making a small cut on his pale skin.

"Damn it." he cursed nursing his sore hand while looking around for the source of the noise. What was it with him and being so jumpy today? Was it his natural skittish nature or had his paranoid fears come true? The world was out to get him.

'Meow.' A small tabby cat walked forward lazily batting at some of the plants. Harry smiled as it came closer. He'd always liked cats more so than dogs, though that may have been that most of the dogs he'd met had either chased him or bit him.

"hey little guy." The cat, a kitten really rubbed up against him purring as it did. The cat was small with yellow almost orange fur and had bright gold eyes that watched him eagerly.

Looking around Harry pulled out a small piece of toast that he'd taken for a snack (lunch) knowing it was irrational he gave the scrap to the cat. "You know your pretty cute." the cat's purring increased as he scratched the kitten. "I wish I could keep you but I can barely keep Hedwig and she's pretty independent anyway."

"Meow." the cat yowled out happily and then curled into a ball by Harry's feet.

Harry laughed and continued gardening ignoring the sharp but dulling pain in his hand. He was use to accidents like that. Or things that could have been called "accidents" but really weren't.

The sun was setting when Harry had finally finished all of his chores, covered in sweat, dirty and everything else. The kitten had dutifully followed after him as he finished chore after chore.

Now Harry was sitting at the step of the Dursley household debating whether he could actual take care of a kitten. "I don't think I can keep you--the Dursley's barely tolerate Hedwig." He whispered sadly, scratching the top of the cat's head.

Vernon would be home soon and Harry knew he'd better be inside before that or else he'd be in trouble.

Al be rational we don't have the means to care for it, you can't pick up any stray you see. This time Harry didn't jump, he was no longer surprised by the voices in his head or the fact that his sanity was slowly shattering.

He spared a look around and the scooped up the kitten and walked inside the house. It was worth it.

"And you boy where will you be?" Vernon asked and Harry couldn't help but notice how ironic and familiar this situation was. This had happened once before with another important client and his wife. Of course Harry had to deal with Dobby, a house elf who worried a little too much for his safety. To put things shortly it hadn't ended well and Harry had no wish to repeat events.

"Upstairs being as quiet as I possibly can." He said in a monotone.

Vernon nodded assuredly. "to right you will."

A while after that, after Harry had helped set the table and clean he was excused to go to his room. The kitten was asleep on his bed and Hedwig trilled as he entered the room. Harry smiled and walked over to her cage, feeling just a bit better. "Hey girl, how are you doing?" A soft hoot drew his attention away from his only companion.

A tawny-haired away was flying just against the window waiting impatient for him to answer. As quickly and silently as he could he ran to the window pulling it up and grabbing the mail through the bars.

The letter was short, blunt and to the point.

Harry,

Does your scar hurt?

No matter what do not leave the Dursley residence.

-The order.

Harry scowled crumpling it up and throwing it against the wall. They could have at least asked him how he was doing. Almost no contact the entire summer and all he got were one sentence letters! They weren't even signed half the time.

"Can you believe them?" He asked the kitten before sitting back on the bed.

"And they always ask me about why I'm so hostile." he complained, resting his head against his arms.

To be honest he was surprised he wasn't more angry. But then again lately his infamous temper had become shorter. Whenever he got angry his rage rarely lasted and he never stayed angry or held a grudge for long. It annoyed him. He was changing and he didn't even know why.

Lately though a lot of things were changing and he wasn't sure of he liked it.

"What should I name you little guy?" He had in fact confirmed that the kitten was a guy cat much to his embarrassment.

The kitten meowed in protest and he couldn't help but laugh. "Alright maybe I shouldn't call you little guy." he teased.

Who are you calling so small you need a magnifying glass to see?!

His eyes widened as the perfect named for the tempered yellow kitten came to him. "Edward." he smiled when the cat perked up. "I don't really know why I chose that name but I think it fits you."

The kitten now named Edward meowed in approval and then curled up against his new owner.

"It's going to be one long night." he says quietly and then proceeds to count all the cracks on the ceiling.

Everything had been going in Harry's favor until it happened. Vernon was successfully making a deal with his clients. Petunia's dinner or more realistically Harry's had gone off with a bang and Dudley hadn't squished anyone…yet. It had been a pleasant but dull evening until the nightmares started.

When Harry woke up to the purpled beet colored face of his Uncle he knew he was in trouble he just couldn't remember why. The last thing he remembered was the veil. And Sirius falling with more grace though it seemed an awkward kind into the veil. His face frozen with fear and disappointment. why hadn't Harry saved him?

"BOY! What is the matter with you? You do not suddenly start yelling when I was just about to finish the deal!" His Uncle hissed out making a swipe for Harry's neck with his meaty hands.

Screaming? Harry backed away until his head hit the wall and Edward growled in response, his fur puffing out.

He hadn't even realized he had been screaming, didn't know why he'd be screaming unless it was for Sirius to come back.

SIRIUS! DON'T LEAVE ME!

"Well Boy what do you have to say for yourself?" His uncle demanded to know shifting so that Harry could see his Aunt passively standing in the corner next to his smirking cousin.

He's going to beat me. Harry realized, his heart was practically pounding in his chest. This time he might even kill me.

"It was a nightmare how am I supposed to control what I dream?" Harry spat out smartly and held his ground bracing himself for the hit. He hadn't been hit since the summer he turned eleven. It had all stopped, the beatings, the neglect, all of it after becoming a wizard. Why would it suddenly start up now? Harry wondered as his uncle stepped toward him.

The hit even though he was expecting it sent him reeling and he hit the floor with a small cry of pain. Through bleary eyes he looked at his aunt who refused to even glance at him. Harry's arms came up to block his face as Vernon delivered the next hit and the next one after that.

Why aren't you doing anything? Harry wanted to scream out at her. He was her nephew, someone who she was supposed to look after not just allow her husband to abuse and use him like a punching bag. His aunt, the only remaining link to his mother and to his family truly didn't care about him. That thought made him numb--that he had no one even his family to depend on.

Al and I realized that if we don't take care of each other then no one else will.

Green eyes snap open and Harry jumps away at the last second influenced by something he doesn't understand. Maybe it's the anger at being treated this way for so long or the depression about Sirius's death. Maybe it's something else entirely. Whatever it is he uses and brings his foot up.

Vernon flies back more from shock than the actual kick itself. "You brat! You kicked me." if he was angry before than he's enraged now.

Harry jumps away from him landing in a crouch with far more grace than he thought he had.

"Get over here!" the mammoth of a man shouts his face now turning an infuriating shade of red.

Staring at this man that's supposed to be his uncle all Harry can feel is his childhood indignities tearing up inside of him. This man who was supposed to take care of him barely even gave him food. He forced Harry to work like a house elf while his lard son sat around doing nothing.

Honestly Uncle Vernon I don't know how Mrs. Katierr's hair turned blue. that time he head been six and his injuries were severe enough that he had stay home for a day.

I was just trying to hide behind the garbage can I don't know how I got so high. It's not like I can fly. He got more hits that week than any other for assuming that he could fly.

"No."

"What? What did you say to me?" Vernon snapped, staring at the bleeding boy on the floor with wide eyes.

Shakily Harry stood up, ignoring the pain in his chest. "I said no, I'm tired of this I'm not staying here just to let you throw me around." Wincing he grabbed Hedwig's cage and then grabbed Edward before heading downstairs the Dursley's following him.

"You can't leave!" Petunia spluttered as he grabbed his trunk from his former bedroom. His wand, his books and everything else that he owned lay inside. Right now he was just lucky that the Dursley's hadn't destroyed it.

"Why not it's not as if you want me here." He said sarcastically trying to move around his aunt who was blocking the front door.

"To right we don't." Vernon looked almost happy that his burden would be gone.

"B-because that man! he said you couldn't leave, that we can't let you leave." she said in protest, thinly veiled disgust evident on her face and in her tone.

"Who?" Harry asked sharply.

"That man forced us to take you in." She continued. "Made us take care of you, him and his damn hypnotic eyes."

Harry's eyes widened in realization. "Dumbledore made you take care of me?" his voice was strangled.

She nodded sharply. "For fourteen years we've had you in our home and all because of him."

Vernon wrapped his arm around her. "Come on Pet, it's not our fault if the brat leaves."

The wizard sighed. "I'm going to leave, if they ask tell them I'm heading to Ron's." everyone knew which they he was talking about. The order and apparently his biggest betrayers.

He didn't say good bye, didn't rant about how unfair they had been to him or do anything else that could be considered emotional and a final goodbye he just left. Walked out the door carrying Hedwig in her cage, Edward in his arms and his trunk trailing behind him.

Harry didn't stop walking until he got to the nearest playground, he set Hedwig's cage down and leaned the trunk against a tree. "Where am I supposed to go?" He asked Edward who was batting at his sleeve.

"It's not like I can go to Ron's and there's no way I'm going back to Grimmauld Place." that house had too many memories, of Sirius and everything else that had happened last year.

Some memories aren't meant to leave traces.

"And there's that voice again." Harry groaned. "I'm talking to my cat and I'm hearing voices." like Ron had said even in the wizard world hearing voices that weren't there wasn't normal.

Edward meowed in response.

Harry sat up pulling the cat with him and grabbing Hedwig's cage before walking back to the main street of Privet drive. He was stopped in his tracks when he saw the Dursley house. Aurors and Wizards were scattered around the house and he recognized that at least half of them were Order members.

"Well I guess going back there is out of the option." he muttered sarcastically before continuing his walk down the street. Whatever his plans about going back there or heading to any place the Order knew about had clearly been thrown out the window.

He waited until he was at the next street over before pulling out his wand and sticking it straight into the air. A long bus appeared instantly out of nowhere in front of him. He smiled as he stepped on. "Leaky Cauldron." he told the unknown conductor.

The leaky Cauldron was mostly empty when he walked in. a few customers, a drunk man moaning about something and a shrieking witch singing out a song about heartbreak on the radio next to Tom. Harry kept his head low as he walked over to the counter pulling out a few galleons as he did.

"I need a room until the beginning of the term." that would only be what a few weeks? Two maybe? Harry calculated quickly in his head.

Tom nodded his mind not clicking this misfit dirt-covered teen with the famous and familiar to everyone, Harry Potter. "That'll be ten galleons a week."

Harry nodded curtly making sure his voice was still in that same quiet whisper. "thank you." Tom told him to go to the third room on the left side.

It was small and looked the same as the room he had rented in his third year. To Harry though it was a temporary home, a safe place. And he wasn't sure how he felt about that. He wasn't sure how he felt about anything.

Today had started off so normal.

Harry to do everyone else's chores. Normal check.

Harry was sent to his room. Normal check.

Harry heard strange voices. Not normal.

Said voices somehow influenced Harry to stand up for himself. Not normal.

He groaned, thinking overload. "okay maybe I should deal with this tomorrow?" Edward curled up next to him and Hedwig hooted in response. "your right that might be a good idea." he said feeling more tired and cheerful than he had been a few minutes ago.

"Goodnight." Harry told them quietly before closing his eyes and resting his head against the pillow. He was asleep before half a second had even passed.

"Brother!" hands grasped at his legs, arms, any part of him that they could grab. His limbs were disappearing. He was disappearing and there was Ed on the floor bleeding.

Ed looks shocked, his face paralyzed. "Al." he whispered and then his eyes widen and one of his hands shoot out to grab his brother's.

"AL!" Their hands are almost touching when the black things pull him away and back into that dark place.

"This wasn't supposed to happen." the blonde whispers.

The next thing Al knows that he's not in the same body, he feels cold and metallic and lying on the floor in a pool of blood one of his arms and legs missing is his brother a helpless look on his face.

"Al."

Harry gasps sitting up in his bed, sending Edward sprawling to the floor. "Just a dream." he muttered, shaking his sweat soaked hair. "Maybe I should invest in some dreamless sleep potion?" he wondered wryly out loud.

This time he didn't--couldn't fall asleep as easily. Thoughts were racing through his mind. Who were those boys? The ones he knew so well but didn't. and why did these dreams keep happening? He shouldn't have been so influenced by something that didn't exist.

The one thing he couldn't help but think was if the Daily Prophet did ever find out about this then they wouldn't have to make up stories about him being crazy--it'd be true.