Harry woke up, heart pounding and sweat on his brow. His scar was throbbing painfully and he was shaking.
"Is He Who Must Not Be Named happy? Sad? Angry? Why did his scar hurt?" He looked at his alarm clock. 6:00. Time to go to breakfast. He pulled himself out of bed and walked down stairs with no clothes on. Maybe today he would turn Hermione on. There were whispers as he went down the hall, but he didn't pay any attention. He walked into the great hall and saw Hermione looking at him.
"Harry…what…what?"
"Um…mate…you got no clothes on." Said Ron.
"I know. It's for you know who."
"Ohhhhhhhh."
Harry's alarm went off and woke him up. What an odd dream.