It was dead silent in the Forbidden Forest that night. Harry looked around and saw no one. He inched forward, wand at the ready. Then suddenly, a great red spark barely missed his left shoulder.

Looking out through the trees, he saw him. Voldemort walked with a terrible glide towards Harry, declaring, "I missed you on purpose, Potter. I want the great Harry Potter aware that I am about to get rid of him forever!"

Harry prepared to block his curse. However, Voldemort was too fast for him. With a flick of his left hand, Voldemort cast Harry's wand away from him. Harry ran for the wand, but tripped over a large root coming out from the great tree behind him. He quickly looked up and saw Voldemort laughing, still at a distance, but ready to finish him.

"Now, Potter, I will dispose of you in a very extraordinary way!"

Then, the wizard known as Lord Voldemort raised his wand and uttered words Harry had never heard before. "Percoma-toramos!"

A great green flash left his black wand, heading straight for Harry's forehead. Instinctively, Harry screamed out into the powerless night.

"Harry! Harry! Get up!"

Harry, screaming, fell out of bed, hitting the floor hard. He got up sluggishly, holding his head where his scar was.

"Harry, are you alright mate? You were screaming in your sleep." Neville said puzzled.

Harry looked around their dormitory. Ron was still asleep surprisingly. But then suddenly, he woke up in a fit as well.

"The spiders! The spiders are back!" He proclaimed.

"You're fine Ron; they've gone to the girls' dormitory." Neville lied.

"Oh, good." Ron yawned as he looked out the window.

Harry saw that it was morning, and they had to get ready for their classes. He went to get dressed when Neville came over to him again, "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah," Harry shrugged off what could have been a vision, "Just a nightmare."

"Well, it must have been really bad." Neville said aloud to himself as he walked out of the dorm.

Later, Harry dragged himself into the Great Hall, his brain fried. He put his books down across from Hermione and Ron, sighing.

"How'd your last O.W.L.'s go?" Ron asked.

"Horrible," Harry admitted, rubbing the sleep form his eyes, "I'm sure I bombed the Potions exam; I didn't get enough sleep last night."

"It's because of that dream, isn't it?" Hermione assumed.

"How'd you know about that?" Harry wondered.

"Neville told me; he was worried about you. What happened in your nightmare to cause you to scream like that?"

"You were screaming?" Ron asked.

However, Harry didn't want to tell them. He knew he'd only worry them. He'd tell Dumbledore about it later. So now, he said, "Oh, I just was dreaming about Dementors; when they were here two years ago. But it's alright; it was just a dream."

"Oh," Hermione replied. She wasn't satisfied with his answer, but she knew he wouldn't tell her.

"Dementors," Ron commented, "They gave me chills in a bad way. And you dreamed about them? Blimey, makes me kind of grateful to be having nightmares about spiders!"

Hermione shook her head and paid no attention to him, "You better not have failed Potions Harry. Cause if you do, you might have to stay here!"

"What?" Harry wondered.

"What in the bloody Hell are you talking about?" Ron questioned.

Hermione rolled her eyes at him, "There's a rumor going around that if some 5th years fail certain O.W.L.'s, they have to stay here for the entire summer to be tutored on that subject!"

"Stay here all summer? God, now I hope I failed!" Harry exclaimed enthusiastically.

A while later, it was the last week of the trio's 5th year. The Daily Prophet had come out with the article about declaring Lord Voldemort was alive and very dangerous. And just as this was all happening, the O.W.L.'s scores came out.

Ron sighed with relief, "I passed all my exams! Now I can go see Charlie in Romania this summer. It should be wicked!"

"Oh no!" Hermione gasped.

"Let me guess, you didn't get a perfect score." Ron hunched.

"You're exactly right! I got five points off on my potions exam!"

"At least you didn't fail your potions exam," Harry muttered.

"What? You failed?" She asked, sympathetic.

"Yeah, but it's cool. I get to stay here all summer long; instead of going back to the Dursleys. Its more like a dream really!"

"Uh, I don't think so mate." Ron added.

"What do you mean? Why is that a bad thing?"

Hermione and Ron exchanged looks, and then she told him, "Well, if you're staying to be tutored in potions; don't you think that you'll have your favorite teacher who is the head of the potions department-"

"Severus Snape!" Harry groaned. He cursed under his breath. He couldn't believe this! First, Sirius was murdered at the Ministry of Magic. Now, he had to be under the critical eye of Snape for the entire summer. Harry felt as though he could die.

"Come on mate, let's go outside and get some fresh air. We'll get your mind off of this whole Snape business." Ron tried to make him feel better, but it didn't help.

They went out to the courtyard, and eventually, Harry did feel better. He talked with Hermione and Ron for a while, with many people coming up to them to ask about their amazing heroism against the Death Eaters. But, as soon as someone brought up Sirius, Harry snuck out of the crowd. He couldn't bare talk about it; it was too painful. Sirius was the closest thing he had to family. And now, he was gone.

Just then, Harry saw his dreaded enemy, Draco Malfoy, just twenty feet from him, laughing at something. He couldn't really see what, since Malfoy's back was to him, as well as Crabbe's and Goyle's. But just then, Crabbe moved out of the way. What Harry saw made him very angry.

Malfoy and his posse were making fun of a poor girl. She was sitting on a stone bench with a stone-like face on as well, ironically. She had olive skin with long brunette hair down to the middle of her back. She wore ten tiny braids perfectly equal to each other around her head. She had on an outfit that would cause anyone to look at her funny. She wore a tan sweater jacket covered with small pink and orange flowers that extended to her knees. She wore a loose brown shirt under it and had faded ripped green jeans on. She wasn't ugly; she just had odd style. Her figure was fair, but not the gorgeous type.

Just then, he saw Malfoy take a letter out of her hand and proclaimed as loud as he could, "Oh, it looks as though she's got a love letter! Who's it from huh? Is it from your invisible boyfriend? Or perhaps it's a ghost; maybe the ghost of-"

But before Malfoy could finish, she stood up and snatch the letter from his hands. As she walked away, Malfoy mocked her even more, "Fine! You better walk away! Oh! But watch out! You could trip over your invisible boyfriend!"

The girl didn't flinch; she just kept walking away from them. Harry looked back at Malfoy, who was laughing with his gang hysterically, "What a barmy girl she is! Glad she's not in Slytherian; cause if she was, I'd have to come up with this crap all the time!"

Harry was raging now; but just before he took a step towards them, something remarkable happened.

Malfoy's nose and mouth began to turn orange. They stretched out and came together. Then, his arms began to grow wide and turned white. Crabbe and Goyle watched with horror as his arms turned into feathers.

Soon enough, Malfoy had a beak and wings for arms. He tried to talk, but only cheeped when he tried. He flapped his arms at Crabbe and Goyle to help him, and they directed him with great difficulty to Madam Pomfrey's.

As they walked out of the courtyard, everyone laughed at the chicken Malfoy was revealed as. Harry laughed and looked out of the corner of his right eye. Curiously, he saw the same girl Malfoy had picked on walking away, noticing that she was fitting her wand back into her pocket.

Hermione and Ron came up to him in hysterics. Still puzzling, Harry asked, "Do you guys know who that girl was that Malfoy picked on?"

Ron had tears running from his eyes, and didn't have the breath to answer he was laughing so hard. Hermione shook her head and took a breath, "I do. She's a 5th year, and a Gryffindor. I think her names Dolphin."

"Dolphin?" Harry couldn't believe it.

"Oh, I don't know! She doesn't talk to anyone; but it's something like that."

"Uh, sure." They headed inside to great some grub, but Harry couldn't stop wondering about that girl Dolphin or whatever.