Her voice, it had been haunting his sleep for the past few nights. He couldn't remember who she was and all his memory would recall is her screaming.
Harry sighed as he watched the sun stream in through the window.
"Who is she?" Harry muttered to himself.
"You alright, Harry?" Seamus called sleepily.
"Fine thanks," Harry said standing up and heading towards his trunk.
He really didn't want to go to Hagrid's class today what with the dementors still swarming about campus. He wasn't sure, but he had a feeling they were at the root of his problem. Bloody hell.