Disclaimer, I don't own Harry Potter.

This will be a series of one-shots that will more or less go together. Harry and Hermione, having been raised in the muggle world, are able to think logically were most wizards are not and use this to their advantage. The situations will for the most part be taken from canon, it is however possible that I at some point will come up with a non-canon situation.

"Harry! Calm down! You know how illogical you get when stressed. Regardless of how good some of the plans you come up with under duress are, most of them could always have been better had you just calmed down enough to think logically," Hermione huffed in annoyance as Harry finally started taking deep breaths in order to calm down enough to think clearly.

"You are right, Hermione. I have a tendency to behave almost wizardlike when under duress," Harry smiled slightly.

"Exactly. Now, tell me. What exactly is going on and how do you propose we deal with it?" Hermione said with a no-nonsense voice.

"I fell asleep during our exam in History of Magic and had a vision, or possibly a dream," Harry amended at Hermione's sharp look. "At any rate, Voldemort had Snuffles at the Department of Mysteries and was torturing him, trying to make him take something down from a shelf. It was a glass sphere of some sort, almost like the ones we use to predict – or pretend to use to predict – the future in Divination."

"I see. So, correct me if I'm wrong. Towards the end of the exam you had a dream, or possibly a vision, of You-Know-Who torturing Snuffles into taking an object down from a shelf – which he presumably could have done himself since he was supposedly there – an object which looks like a crystal ball?" she looked at Harry for confirmation.

"Yeah, that sounds about right," he said nodding. "Although," he scrunched up his face in thought, "I think he said he was unable to take the object from the shelf."

Hermione nodded in thought. "So as a course of action – it was after all quite a while ago already so a little more time would probably not hurt, especially since any means we have of getting to London would take hours – we should try and ascertain whether Snuffles is indeed in need of rescuing and figure out what that object actually is."

"Yeah. We could try to talk to someone from the order, they can probably get in contact with Snuffles pretty easily. Who from the order is still at the school?"

"Well, both Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore are gone... I suppose there is always Professor Snape."

"Of course! I was thinking, since I couldn't come up with anyone from the order still at the school, that we should borrow Umbridge's floo again, despite there definitely being more protections around it now, and talk to Snuffles that way – but I didn't think of Snape! You're a genius Hermione!" Harry started running down the corridor to the dungeons and proceeded to knock insistently at Snape's office door until it opened.

"WHAT!?" Snape said furiously, as soon as he saw who it was his face took on an even more furious expression. "POTTER! What are you banging on my door for? Didn't I tell you to never come here again? Thirt..."

"It's Snuffles!" Harry interrupted him mid-rant. Snape just glared furiously – and a bit taken aback, having not been prepared for the interruption – at Harry for a couple of minutes, at which point Hermione had arrived, and let them both into his office, still glaring at Harry.

"Explain."

"I had a vis... is there a silencing charm you could use on this office, sir?"

"There is already one up."

"Really? That's useful. Anyway, as I was saying. I had a vision during our OWL exam in History of Magic, I fell asleep so I'm definitely not going to pass that exam, in the vision I saw Voldemort threatening and torturing Sirius at the Department of Mysteries – where the weapon, or whatever it is, is hidden..."

"How do you know about that?" Snape scowled at Harry.

"I have had visions like this before – I really think we ought to start up my occlumency training again, but if you could recommend some books on the subject first that would be useful – the visions all showed me a corridor; the one at the ministry outside the Department of Mysteries. I recognised it from when I was there for my hearing. I got closer and closer to the 'weapon'," Harry made bunny ears with his fingers, "in every dream. In this vision, or dream or whatever, it looked sort of like a crystal ball – like one of those we use in Divination, but smaller. Do you know what it is? He said that Sirius would be able to take it down from the shelf for him."

"It's a prophecy, a foretelling, stored in a small crystal ball. There are thousands of them at the ministry. Black would not have been able to take it off the shelf since only those the prophecy is about can do so. The fact that the Dark Lord did not try to take it off the shelf himself, seeing as it is about him, means he is in fact not at the ministry but is simply trying to lure you there. I will try to get in contact with headquarters and make certain Black is in fact there." Harry nodded. "In the meantime, you two should go back to Gryffindor tower and stay there, if the Dark Lord realises he has not been successful in luring you to the ministry he might try to get you there through different means." Harry nodded again and turned to leave together with Hermione who had watched their exchange anxiously. "And Potter," Harry turned slightly towards Snape to show he was listening, "we will start occlumency again on Monday."

"Thank you sir, and I'm sorry for what happened during our last session, as well as for how they," he emphasised they in order to make it obvious just who he meant, "treated you." With those parting words he turned around and ushered a slightly confused Hermione out of the office leaving a surprised Snape behind. Snape soon schooled his facial expression back into his usual mask of indifference and made to contact the order.