A/N- This isn't going to turn into an epic tale in fact it's very melodramatic. Please be nice and Review. (I don't own HP) BTW I wrote this BEFORE DH.
Harry gave a shuddering breath something did not feel right. Beads of sweat ran down his forehead. The hypnotic tone of the water falling onto the stone floor, was all that could be heard.
He looked around nervously, wand raised. Dumbledore was a few feet away from him.
He looked scared.
Suddenly pain erupted in his head.
It was if his head was about to explode. White lights were taunting him, forming in his eyes.
A rasping voice spoke.
"Kill me now Dumbledore…"
said Harry, his mind full of agony and pain. It was the voice of Voldemort
"If death is nothing, kill the boy" Said Harry, his insides screaming in agony. Just take me down! Thought Harry. He wanted the torment to end. Let me die…
No, no.
"Yes." Said a familiar voice.
Harry opened his eyes through the pain all he could see was a blurred outline of a transparent man… "Sirius?" the man nodded. A dirty silver curtain wavered behind him, even though there was no wind.
He started to move towards him stumbling on the polished floor. "Yes come and join us."
Harry looked up again to see his father standing beside him. "Dad?" he held out his arms. "Your mothers waiting…" Harry tried with all his might to run forward, cluthing his forehead. However, something was pulling him back. Pain rocketed through his head he screamed, as everything went black and Sirius and his father disappeared. Noooooooooooooooooo! He screamed, reaching his hands aimlessly into space. "Harry?" called a faraway voice. Silvery eyes were forming and reforming before his eyes…
"HARRY!"
Harry woke with a start, sweating profusely. Lupin was furiously shaking him like a rag doll. His already ruffled jet-black hair was even messier plastered to his forehead.
Harry grabbed his glasses. "Are you all right harry?" asked Lupin anxiously.
It took him a moment to realize where he was. Sighed deeply, and rubbing his eyes that were filling with tears rapidly, he tried to get up.
"Are you alright?" he repeated.
"Fine, bad dream." He said, hoping his voice sounded reassuring.
For the past three weeks after the break-in at the ministry for the second time in two years, he had had dreams. Terrible dreams where his father and Sirius would call to him. Beckoning him into the veil. Twice he had reached out for the fluttering curtain; twice he had woken up just in time, gasping for breath.
Lupin had been his only company his last resource to his father and Sirius.
They spent little time talking to each other; they were only there for each other's support.
Grimmald place seemed emptier than usual. Its entire member's were out doing work for the order. The order…
It would only be a matter of time before he Harry had to leave. He would never return. Even if he survived, he knew that. He couldn't bear it. Sometimes he almost wished that Voldemort had convinced Dumbledore to kill him that night. Everything seemed pointless; the only thing that mattered was finding the Horcruxs.
He could not do this without Ron and Hermoine not even without Ginny. Nevertheless, he had to leave her behind. He could not dare put her in danger again.
The only reason she had survived so far was luck.
He felt that his and her luck was running out.
The last thing he would do was let Voldemort find out about their relationship.
The Last time it had happened he'd lost Dumbledore, the time before Sirius.
"Harry?" Harry looked up to see Lupin staring at him curiously, seated at the bed opposite Harry, where Ron usually slept.
I'm only here because of Lupin. He thought.
"Are you all right?" Lupin asked anxiously. Harry stared at him for a moment, thinking how much he wanted to scream what he really felt. " Yeah fine," he answered finally, putting on his fake-reassuring grimace that he'd practiced. " Just a bad dream..." he said fading off, pushing back tears. Not realizing his voice was shaking.
"You sure? I under stand what you're going through, they were my best friends…" he said. " My only friends… for a long time anyway." Harry thought he saw a small crystalline tear fall down his scarred face, but it was quickly wiped away.
Harry twisted his face again to look reassuring and said through gritted teeth, "Sure. Fine. As I said: Bad dream." Lupin still looked concerned but turned away
Leaving Harry for his room, reluctantly. Harry was alone again.
Harry lay down, put the emotional welled up inside him, it was too much. He let it out, but no tears came, only anger, hate, and pity for himself. Harry couldn't stand it any longer.
He hopped out of bed, ignoring the bitter coldness. He did not allow himself pleasures anymore.
Tonight he decided, he would visit Sirius's room.