It was July 14th.

*50 more days till school* Harry thought to himself. Maybe even less if he got to go to the Burrow, but at the moment, that seemed very unlikely. All summer he had written to both Hermione and Ron. Dumbledore wasn't letting him go away to Ron's for unnamed reasons. Hermione would be going to Ron's in about a month, lucky her. Right now she was in Bulgaria with Victor, or Vicky, as Ron put it. Ron wasn't too happy about it and as he said "he is the enemy!" Sometimes Ron needed to cool down about things, although he was cool the way he was. No need for change.

*Change... curse the word* he thought. Everything had changed. Ever since last year. Voldemort had risen. He was forbidden to go to Ron's house. The Dursley's were now completly ignoring him. At first it seemed great. Then it was getting sort of boring. And Lonely. Whenever the Dursley's went places he was sent to Mrs. Figg's which was really not all that bad. He got some chocolate, great chocolate at that. The chocolate reminded him of Hogwarts. It tasted almost like the chocolate he had there.

But his days weren't great. He continually had nightmares. Green light, screams, Cedric, Voldemort. He had a whole lot of dreams of Voldemort. It seemed he would have dreams of the meetings held by Voldemort. He shuddered at the thought. So many deaths in his dreams. Mostly muggles. Some wizards unknown by him. This all meant so many letters to Dumbledore. He tried writing to his Godfather at first, but he had received only one letter from him.

Harry,

Sorry I haven't written to you as much as I would have liked.

I am on a very serious task given to me by Dumbledore. I cannot reveal it. It is better you will not know. These dreams you are having. It could mean something very important. Please owl Professor Dumbledore concerning these dreams. I would like to help as well, but I am afraid I can't. I'm sorry. I will see you soon, Harry.

Your Godfather

P.S. Don't blame yourself for Cedric's death. It wasn't any of our faults.

Somehow Sirius knew he was blaming himself for Cedric's death. Why hadn't he left Cedric there and took the trophy. Why had he suggested they both take it. Why...

Harry put the letter from Sirius sent to him about a month before away. He glanced out the window seeing that it was still dark. He had awoken from yet another dream. This time it was different. So very different. It hadn't had Voldemort in it. It had a group from Ravenclaw and a group from Hufflepuff he recognized, but never bothered to deal with and vice versa. The small group from Ravenclaw he recognized as Alice, Terry, and the other he couldn't remember, but it was a guy. They were a group nobody bothered to deal with. A weird bunch they were. Did everything different from everybody else. Dressed weird too. His year. Never thought about them before now. He couldn't even recall the names of the group Hufflepuff. Except Hannah. Yes, he remember Hannah.

The dream was a weird one. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were there too along with the other ones. They were all talking or fighting. Then suddenly in the middle a big ball of gold appeared and struck down some of them, although he couldn't realize who. And then Dumbledore appeared from the great ball. He looked very tired, very sad, yet angry, somehow. Then Harry woke up to his thoughts. He thought about writing to Dumbledore, and got out a piece of paper. Then he just shook his head and threw the paper back in his trunk thinking it was just a stupid dream.

*Just another stupid dream...* was his last thoughts as he drifted back to a dreamless sleep.