Author's Note: As you may have noticed, I'm having some formatting issues… Anybody know why I'm ending up with one giant block of text? Just for the record, my uploads are all .rtf, which has always worked for me in the past. Anyway, on with the show.

"Won't… Go… Can't…"

Harry felt as if his brain was splitting directly above his right eye. He had no idea where he was, and couldn't think. He felt as though he'd been crammed into a very small space, and every inch of him was screaming to be let free. He made to grab for his forehead, but quickly realized that he couldn't find his hands. He scream out of horror, and then-

"Ron! Stop it!"

"Well what would you suggest?"

Harry's eyes snapped open. Hovering several feet above him were two pale faces, both framed by brilliantly red hair.

Harry was relieved to see that he could move again. "Just a dream…" He thought to himself, although this did little to put his mind at ease. He looked around to take in his surroundings. He was back in the spare bedroom that he was sleeping in at one of his favorite

The smaller of the two redheaded figures spoke first. "Are you alright, Harry? You look terrible… You were shaking like mad…" The speaker was a very pretty girl with a short stature and long hair. "We weren't sure how to get you to snap out of it, so…"

Harry rubbed a slightly raw spot on his cheek. It felt like he'd been slapped quite hard. The other redhead grinned apologetically. "Sorry mate, but I couldn't think of anything else to do… And it looks like it worked, anyway." Said Ron Weasley,the color beginning to return to his face. "But blimey, you should've seen the look on your face when you woke up!" He rearranged his face to look startled and confused.

"Shut it, Ron, it's not funny! What's wrong, Harry?" Asked Ginny, feeling Harry's forehead for a fever.

"It was nothing. Just a nightmare." Said Harry, throwing Ron a darkly significant look. Ron however, was busy looking out the window, and Harry's look was intercepted by Ginny.

"Harry, your eyes were open. That was no nightmare. You've been groaning and gagging for about a minute since we got here… It sounded like you were choking…" Her voice broke off suddenly.

"Really, I'm fine. Perfectly healthy." Harry leapt out of bed to prove his point.

"Leave him alone Ginny. God knows he's had enough nightmares to know when one's important." Said Ron, turning away from the window, evidently unaware that anything unusual was going on. Noticing Ginny's glare, Harry decided that it would be best if he changed the subject. "So why are you in here anyway? What's going on?"

Ron's face split into a grin. "Oh yeah! I forgot! You're not going to believe it Harry, they're finally here!" Without further explanation, he ran from the room, returning momentarily carrying a large cardboard box. Harry gave him a curious look. "Go on, then, open it already!" Harry pulled out a flap of the already opened box, and saw that it was filled to the brim with chocolate frogs. Still not sure what was going on, Harry pulled out a package and opened it. He received a bit of a shock when he saw the collectible card packaged with the treat- he was looking at his own face on the card. He flipped it over to read the description:

Harry Potter

The Boy Who Lived/ the Chosen one

First known survivor of the killing curse. Known for his many clashes with the Dark Wizard He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, culminating in a battle to the death in 1998. Also notable for being the youngest English quidditch player in over a century.

Brilliant, eh? Said Ron, flashing a card with his own face on it at Harry. "I expect Hermione's were sent to her house… But can you believe it, we're on Chocolate Frog cards!"

Even Ginny grinned at the childlike enthusiasm on his face as he stared at his card. "Well, come on, Ron. Don't forget, Harry has to meet with Professor McGonagall today, and I doubt she'd appreciate being kept waiting."

Harry felt the bottom drop out of his stomach. Between the dream and the arrival of the Chocolate frog Cards, he'd forgotten that he'd arranged to meet with the headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to decide wether or not he'd be allowed to make up his seventh year, which he'd missed almost entirely while hunting Voldemort.

Ginny grabbed a Frog from Harry's box and pocketed the card with one hand while gesturing for Ron to follow with the other "Remember, Harry, we'll be in Diagon Alley afterwards, so meet up with us there after. "Oh, and… Good luck." She said, lightly kissing him on the cheek and giving him a look that said quite plainly that she hadn't forgotten about the dream and would pursue the issue further later. Ron gave Harry a small salute, and followed his sister from the room. Harry sighed and made to get dressed. He couldn't even begin to imagine what he would do if he couldn't return to Hogwarts; the castle had been his home for six years, and knowing that he might not be permitted to return was unbearable to him. Then there was the matter of what he would do for a living; he hadn't given up on his dream of being an aurora, but He and Ron had both decided that they'd had enough Dark Wizard hunting to keep them satisfied for a while.

Sighing once again, he got up to comb his hair, but gave up quickly. Dreading the looming meeting, he made his way outside and turned on the spot, vanishing into thin air to reappear into thin air.

Author's note: You think you know where I'm going with this, dawg? Naw. You guys don't even know. But some stuff might happen. Things'll be cool. By the way, this title is tentative. In the sense that at the time of this writing, I don't have one yet. But it could change, whatever it is.