The room was dark and damp. A large snake curled around the only piece of furniture in the room. A largethrone-like armchair, where a pale man sat, grinning frighteningly. He stared at the other three occupants of the room. A tall man with slimy black hair, a woman with a sullen and sunken face and a 17 year old boy with blond greasy hair, who appeared to be shaken with fear.

"Now, now Draco. There's no need to be afraid", said the man in the chair. "The job has been done. Although it wasn't you who did it, everything went perfectly. You do however owe Severus your life and Nagini a meal."

The giant snake hissed threateningly. The boy shuddered.

"But now I have lost two agents inside my enemies fortress. But no matter. There is but one person who I think has the slightest chance of an annoyance left, and he'll be soon taking care of." The man's eyes then fixed on the woman. She lowered her gaze. "My Belletrix. You know what to do. I've have gone over the details. Make me proud, my darling. Kill him, and do it as slow as you like."

She smiled. "Yes, my lord."

"Harry, wake up."

Harry jerked awake. His scar prickling. Hermione was standing over him. Harry looked around. They were in one of the Hogwarts Express compartments. Ginny, Ron and Neville were all looking at him.

"I wasn't asleep." said Harry groggily.

"Sweetie, you were snoring." said a grinning Ginny.

But Harry looked uneasy. Hermione must have noticed, because she said,

"Is something wrong?"

"Kinda…I had that dream again."

Ginny's grin vanished. Ron leaned forward, a look of worry on his face.

He had this same dream throughout his entire summer holiday, and was forced to tell them, when Ron said he was talking in his sleep.

"What dream?" said Neville interested.

Harry thought quickly, "The one were I fail my N.E.W.T.S."

"I have that one too." said Neville sincerely concerned. "It's horrible isn't it."

Harry smiled. He was glad Neville was here. He really didn't feel like talking about his dream. Especially since they had discussed it the entire time he was at the Burrow. Hermione wanted to be sure that it wasn't just an ordinary dream, and kept asking very detailed questions that Harry would have to strain his memory to remember. Ron and Ginny were far easier to answer, they asked about what Voldemort said. Because at first Harry hoped that it wasn't Lord Voldemort, but every time he thought of that voice, he knew there wasn't anyone who could make him more uneasy. It was quite obvious who the other people were. They were they were, apart from Voldemort himself, Harry's three most hated people.

Bellitrix LeStrange, the person you killed the closest person Harry had to a parent, his godfather and his parents best friend, Sirius Black. The other two people, were Draco Malfoy, Harry's bitter enemy since they first met, and Serverus Snape, the man, until three months ago, was Harry's least favourite teacher.

They sat for silences for a minute or two, until Ron peered out the window. He smiled.

"We're here."

Harry gazed up at the looming castle. His spirits suddenly much higher. He was finally back were he belonged. He felt Ginny take his hand. Standing, he embraced her. There was no way this year could be worse then the previous one.

"Eww gross."

Harry turned around to see what Ginny was talking about. Ron and Hermione were locked together in a passionate kiss. Neville was trying not to look at them, clearly uncomfortable.

"Hermione, that's my brother."

They broke the kiss. They were both smiling embarrassedly.

"Hey. If I have to put up with you two." said Ron, indicating to Ginny and Harry. "And you know were not officially together, this may be the last time we'll be free to, for a while."

Ginny who knew she no longer had an argument grabbed Harry's arm and left the compartment quickly.

"Come on. I don't want to have to share a carriage, with those two love birds." They were one of the first people to reach the carriages. In fact, apart from them the only other person, was a boy around Harry's age. The boy wasn't dressed in any Hogwarts uniform, but a dark blue coat, with a fur line tracing the edges. Harry stared at him for a moment as Ginny got into the carriage. The boy was stroking a Thestrals, which means he could see them. Harry wondered who the boy saw die. The boy looked up and stared at Harry. A hood kept part of his face from view, but his eyes shone thrown the shadow. Bright blue. Harry just saw the faint glimpse of his teeth as he smiled. Then entered a carriage.

That had to be a record, Harry thought. Never before has him been unnerved so quickly in the school year.

He entered the carriage and within a minute was travelling towards Hogwarts. Ginny leaned in and kissed him. She looked up at the giant castle.

"Welcome home, Harry."

Harry smiled. He was home, at last.