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Summery: Harry's been having odd dreams recently, and unfortunately they don't seem to be as harmless as he first thought.

At first he hadn't thought much of the dreams he had been experiencing ever since arriving back at Hogwarts for his sixth year. Don't misunderstand. He did think about them, but he had thought they were just dreams leaking through from his memories. Just horrible Tom Riddles memories of himself and another girl fluttering through his brain.

At first he had thought Voldermort had been playing another trick on him to lure him out again. However none of these dreams had anything important that could take him out of the school grounds again. Just memories of Tom Riddle and the girl, both just past Hogwarts years, traveling together. While this was interesting in it's own morbid way, it didn't seem like the type of thing Voldermort would willingly share with anyone, much less the person he most wanted dead in the world.

Therefore, he could only come to one conclusion. These memories had been passed to him through the link which Voldermort had magnified last year quite by accident and was therefore nothing to worry his pretty little head over now was there? It was such a clarifying revelation that he mentally patted himself for his quick thinking and decided not to worry himself on the subject any longer. It wasn't like the visions he had last year and they weren't affecting him so nothing wrong here.

Everything a-okay.

Except there was something very wrong and his previous clever thinking suddenly didn't hold up in his mind as strongly as he wanted it to. Turning to peer out the tower window of his dorm room showed a crescent moon. No thoughts of wandering werewolves to distract him from horrible thoughts. Slipping out of bed he walked to the window and stared out to the forest just beyond the school grounds where the dream had taken place.

She'd been all alone in this dream. That's it you ask? That's what's waking dear Harry from his slumber in shakes and covered in sweat? Obviously the Boy Who Lived was losing it. Except he wasn't. If he wasn't in this dream then it meant that these dreams weren't his memories after all. He tried to think of anyone he might have caught those dreams from but no one came to mind. Not so clever any more was he? Despite his grades he did pride himself on his intelligence...most of the time anyway. These dreams were her memories.

He could feel the pounding of his heart beat against his chest and shivers ran up his spine. He wasn't thinking clearly, he was obviously too tired for such mental strain and the dream was obviously still affecting him as it had been a while since his thoughts had felt so clouded and unclear.

Okay. Breath in. Out. In. Out.

Think.

What had she been doing?

She had been gathering hellebore in the forest and unlike tonight it had been a full moon. Humming a melody he didn't know happily as she picked the deadly flowers as if she hadn't a care in the world. Perhaps she didn't – although the collection of hellebore suggested she had a very definite use of them in mind. The innocent tune haunted his mind and he wondered exactly what she had intended to use those flowers for

He realized his mind had settled back into normalcy and the fog had lifted. The dreams hadn't before left him feeling so disconnected from himself. Should he tell someone? Hermione would certainly think so, but she had a habit of overreacting which more often then not left him frustrated and angry. No matter how much he cared for her and hated lying to her he couldn't tell her about this. At least not until he knew what was happening. Which left him back to square one, and if he couldn't tell Hermione, he wouldn't tell anyone else. He wouldn't do that to her.

Maybe it would be best to travel down into the forest himself. Find that clearing and see for himself whether it was a truly real or if it was all just his mind making it all up. He was beginning to hope that was what it was.

Just his mind finally cracking from all the strain it had been placed with all of his life.

Making his mind up, he grabbed his invisibility cloak, put on his trainers and grabbed his firebolt. He wasn't going to risk wondering through the halls tonight. No one could see him.

Glancing down the tower he eyed the ground below. No one around. Good.

Deep breath.

Now.

Jump.

The next thing he knew all he could feel was the wind all around him. Opening his eyes and he could see as came closer to the foot of the tower. His stomach was going wild and he felt as if he was screaming even as his mouth was clamped shut.

Tightening his grip on his firebolt, he quickly maneuvered himself so he was sitting on the broom and willed it to fly with him.

The wind stopped.

He was only about 10 meters above the ground. Once again, deep breath. In. Out.

Flying as close the ground as he could he moved his way through the grounds and closer to the forest. Hagrid's hut was now only a few feet away from him and he could he the thundering snores from within.

Before moving any further, he wrapped the cloak around himself. There were too many creatures in this forest that would tell Hagrid of a student wondering through their forest...or too many that would try to eat him. He didn't like either of those options.

Maneuvering himself so he was flying with the higher branches of the trees but still blocked from the view of the sky, he made his way through the forest as quickly as his broom would allow him. Within a few minutes, he could see a clearing coming closer. The hellebore had supposedly been just past the clearing. He could still hope there wouldn't be any there. Although the fact that he found the clearing was pretty damning already.

No.

He wouldn't believe it until he saw the hellebore with his own eyes.

Flying down, he landed in the middle of the clearing. Glancing around with his eyes, he stood as still as he could. His breathing he could hear loudly and he went to grab...

FUCK!

He left his wand in the dorm room.

Gathering his courage, he walked quickly the edge of the clearing and to the throng of trees that had surrounded bushes full of hellebore in his dream.

Please.

Please let there be nothing but more trees.

Fate, however was not on his side this night. Peering round one of the trees he could clearly see the many hellebore flowers that stood proudly in the night. That decided it then. The dreams were real memories, of that he could be sure, but from an unknown source and that was what worried him the most.

He didn't know anything about this girl other then she had obviously been Tom Riddle's companion before he had truly crossed over into the being that was known as Voldermort. It was obvious from the memories that she had thought very highly of Riddle, had probably loved him or perhaps had been forced to come along with him under the influence of the imperious curse. He didn't know.

Kneeling down, he plucked one of the flowers from the ground in the same way she had in his dream. He would need further proof in the morning and having one of these flowers would prove it to himself. His heart was no longer pounding against his chest loudly, but was now steady and strong.

Wiping dirt of his trousers as he stood from the ground, he turned around and made his way back to the Gryffindor Tower as quietly as could.