A/N: This a dream Harry has the night after Gryffindor won the house cup. I know it's pretty random, and it's only this part, no other parts!
Harry pulled the blanket up to the chin, glad to finally get to go to sleep. A lot had happened and he was exhausted. He expected to be unable to sleep, but found that sleep came quite easily.
He found himself in a cottage, close to the sea. So close he could hear the waves hitting a cliff. He looked around the cottage; this room itself was small, not much bigger than his bedroom at the Dursley's. It contained little more than a sofa, rug and small coffee table. There was a door on the other side of the room, and he walked over to it. He turned the knob and was surprised to find it locked. He turned back around and jumped. Where, only seconds before, the sofa had sat empty, there was now a man sitting there, who looked surprisingly like Harry, except for his eyes. His hair was the same messy style, and he had glasses to. For a minute, Harry thought he was looking at the future him.
"Harry, my boy, my son, I've missed you so much," the man said, rising to stand.
"Dad? Is that you?" Harry's mind flashed back to the night he had first found The Mirror of Erised. The man in the mirror looked just like the man standing before him.
James smiled and opened his arms. Harry came over and hugged his father, feeling tear well up in his eyes as he did so. "I'm proud of you Harry, you fought so bravely! Your mother is proud to."
"Mum? Where is she?" Harry asked.
"She decided to let me go alone, but she promised to visit sometime. We only have a short time Harry; I just came to tell you some things."
"Dad? What is it?"
James looked at his son and smiled at him sadly. He wished he could have been there for his son during these times, and more importantly that Padfoot could be with him.
"There was only one person that knew where we were hiding, but I can't tell you who, only that the wrong person is being accused. You must try to remember this, try to prove it with all you can once Voldemort is gone. And when you see him, you tell him that I know he is not to blame. But, you are going to need to be strong, Harry, you are the only one that can save our world. You are the piece to the puzzle. I can't tell you why, but you must trust me, trust Dumbledore." James stopped for a minute, as memories came rushing to his mind, but he knew he didn't have the time to tell Harry them all. "There is one other person you can trust, that you can depend your life on, he is protecting you, you must trust S..." but James never got to finish the sentence. At that moment, his time with Harry had run out, and he began to fade. Harry reached for him, tried to keep him there for a moment longer.
"Who, dad? Who can I trust? Dad, dad! Don't leave me, Dad! I'm scared. Please don't go."
James could hear Harry as he was fading, but couldn't open his mouth. He wanted to reassure Harry, tell him he would be alright. At that moment both forgot about who Harry was to trust. Both only wanted one more minute with the other.
Harry sat on the couch, feeling numb. It wasn't fair; he just wanted his parents with him. It was so hard to live with the Dursley's. Harry laid down on the couch feeling tired again, and even though his dad had told him not to forget, Harry did. He fell into another dream that spiralled downwards.
When Harry awoke the next morning, he found his pillow soaked with some kind of water. He couldn't remember anything from his bizarre dreams, except seeing his father and crying. In the back of his mind, those forgotten words sat, until years later Harry remembered, after everything was over.