Disclaimer: I'll admit it. I don't own this. I never will.
A/N: I think there was a little confusion on why Sirius called Harry 'my son' at the end of Something Isn't Right. I put that to show that Sirius considers Harry to be a son to him, not saying that he is Harry's real father and not saying that he wants to take the place of James. Okay, now that I have confused you even more, onto the story! Oh, wait, I have to thank all of my reviewers! I can't thank you personally at the moment because at the moment, I can't get online, but I want to say thank you to all of you, I really appreciate your reviews!
BTW, if you haven't read my previous story, Something Isn't Right, you may be a little confused about some of the things I mention in this one.
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*****Insert dream sequence at beginning of book here, because author is too lazy to type it all*****
"Ah!" Harry exclaimed as he awoke. He had instinctively pressed his hand against his forehead, and beneath it, his scar felt like it was on fire. It wasn't the pain that bothered him, but the fact that the only time his scar had hurt before had been when Lord Voldemort was near.
Harry strained his ears to make sure he hadn't woken Sirius up. He had been living with his godfather and Remus at Black Manor for a little over a month, ever since Sirius and Remus had rescued him from the Dursleys. Don't think about that right now! You have to focus on the situation at hand.
Harry knew that if Sirius knew that his scar was hurting he would be extremely worried. That's without telling him about the dream.
The dream…
There had been three men, two he knew, one he didn't. The dream had seemed so real, but it couldn't have possibly have been. He was just being paranoid. But it was so real. Voldemort was there, and so was Wormtail. His faced darkened at the thought of Wormtail, also known as Peter Pettigrew. It was because of him that Harry's parents died, because of him that Sirius was sent to Azkaban for twelve years, because of him that he had to go to the Dursleys for the first part of the summer and suffer at their hands. Focus, Harry. Try to remember the dream. They were talking about a witch they had murdered, what was the name? B-Beverly J-Jones? No, that wasn't it. Bertha Jorkins. That was it! And they were plotting another murder--mine!
He knew that would definitely worry Sirius if he found out. He resolved not to mention it and went back to sleep.
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Harry sat down at the breakfast table the next morning with the dream still fresh in his mind. He kept trying to convince himself that it was nothing to worry about, but he knew that was a lie. He just couldn't bring himself to worry Sirius and Remus. They had done so much for him already, they shouldn't worry themselves about nothing. But what if it isn't nothing?
Remus was seated across from him, reading the Daily Prophet, and Sirius was seated next to him.
"Hey, Harry, great news! I got three tickets for the Top Box at the Quidditch World Cup!" Sirius exclaimed.
"Great!" Harry said, momentarily putting the dream out of his mind.
"That's a little odd," Remus murmured.
"What is?" Sirius asked puzzled.
"You remember Bertha Jorkins?" At Sirius' nod he continued. "It seems she has gone missing while on vacation in Albania. Ministry says she's probably just lost and aren't bothering to look for her."
Harry paled visibly, the dream coming back to him. Oh no, it is true. But how can it be? It must just be a coincident. Yeah, that's it, it's just a coincident. But he knew that it wasn't. What he saw in his dream was real, he was sure of it.
"Harry?" Sirius voice broke into his thoughts. "What's wrong?" They were both looking at him in concern.
Should I tell them? They'd probably just think that I've gone crazy.
"It's nothing," he replied, perhaps a little too quickly."Harry, you know you can tell us anything. We can tell that you are hiding something," Sirius said.
"It's just that, last night I woke up with a pain in my scar. The only other time it has hurt was when Voldemort was near, but Voldemort couldn't have possibly been anywhere around here. Before I woke up, I had a very strange and vivid dream. It felt so real. Voldemort and Wormtail were in a room in old house and were talking about someone they had murdered, Bertha Jorkins, and plotting another murder. Outside of the door, an old man was listening. He must have been a Muggle because he didn't understand most of what they were talking about. A snake went into the room and informed Voldemort of his presence and he was brought into the room. Wormtail turned Voldemort's chair around and the old man screamed as a green light rushed toward him, and I woke up," Harry said.
"Whose murder were they plotting?" Remus said.
"It doesn't really matter. I mean, it was just a dream, nothing real about it," Harry said while looking down.
"Harry, whose was it?" Sirius asked sternly.
Harry muttered something inaudibly while still looking down.
"What?' Sirius asked.
"Mine," Harry said a little louder.
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A/N: Okay, I know it's a little short, but I can't right any more that has any quality because I can't write if I'm half-asleep. Please review!
