Harry half heartedly threw his pen at the wall; he couldn't find the correct words to write his letter. Although this letter had to be written to ensure that they were safe and out of harms way, it was harder than expected. Who knew that finding the right words would take a toll on him? It was nothing but a damned letter!

'But then why was it so hard to write?' Thought Harry. It couldn't be the fact that this would be the third letter that he sends, right? After all, friends send each other letters all the time. So he shouldn't worry over anything, except for the fact that Ron, Hermione, and Ginny might get annoyed at him for sending letters all of the time.

'They're friends, they will understand why I need to send them letters.' He thought as he picked up the pen and began to write once again. This time everything poured out as it needed to be said. No more stopping to think or throwing of the pen. He wrote until the sun hid behind the horizon and at last, he had written his letter.

Upon seeing the completion of the letter, Hedwig made her way to Harry. She stuck out her leg and let Harry tie it securely, and once it was properly placed, Harry opened the window for her and watched her fly off into the darkness. "I hope they don't hate me for it." He murmured as the last glimpse of white disappeared into the horizon.

As soon as he closed the window, Harry made his way to bed, the exhaustion that had dragged on his emotions that day knocked him into a deep sleep.

Harry found himself in a room, where three feet away from him, The Mirror of Erised stood. He stared at the mirror, expecting his parents to appear behind him as they had done many years ago, yet nothing happened.

Confused, Harry looked around the room. The place was the same room that the mirror had been back in Hogwarts. The furniture around him had a thin layer of dust on top that had not been there before. New furniture was added and some had been taken away, but apart from that, nothing much had changed. Suddenly, a sharp noise came from the mirror's direction. Startled, Harry turned to it and examined it once more.

In the mirror, he was there, but not the him that was out in the room, it was another version of him that resided within. The Harry in the mirror wore a button black shirt with a dark grey hoodie, some navy blue pants and pitch black shoes. He wore no glasses to hide his piercing green eyes that stared into Harry's equally green eyes.

At this point, Harry was feeling unnerved. Ron had once told him that he had seen himself in the mirror, but the reflection had not held the malice that the Harry in the mirror displayed. It felt detaching and wrong. As weirded out as he felt, he knew that someone would start off the confrontation, so why not do it on his terms in order to regain some footing.

"What do you want?' He finally asked. The reflection smirked, "I just want the best for you."

Ok, that was really unsettling.

"Who are you?" the reflection's smirk widened.

"I'm you. Or at least the you that you know you can be."

"What does that even mean?" Asked Harry.

"You know what I mean, Potter. I'm more confident, more courageous, and smarter than you. You want revenge on Lestrange. I can get that revenge. You want the girl. I can get the girl. So stop messing around and start knowing what's up, and LET ME FREE!"

Albus Dumbledore sat before the fireplace as he read the letter that had just arrived from Harry.

'Dear Ron, Hermione, and Ginny

It's been a few weeks since we last saw each other on the train back from Hogwarts and I miss you all. These last couple of days have been terrible for me.

My scar keeps on hurting everytime Voldemort gains a new follower and I can see into his mind everytime I fall asleep. He taunts me with the death of Sirius and as of recently he has used all of you as taunts against me. I know these are only hallucinations but I can't help but be worried about you all. especially since I was the one who dragged you all into this mess in the first place.

Sincerely, Harry Potter'

Albus folded the letter and threw it at the hungry fire. The flames devoured the parchment completely leaving nothing behind, not even ash.

"Fawks, come forth, I need you to make a delivery for me."

Harry awoke unnerved that morning. His head hurt and he was covered in a thin layer of cold sweat. He didn't know why he had that dream when all the dreams(more like nightmares, really) all had involved his friends. This was something he would have to ask Dumbledore about.

"Don't ask the old man" a familiar voice replied from nowhere.

"Where are you?" Asked Harry as he rolled off his bed and reached for his wand. "I'm armed," he warned.

"Weapons won't do anything to me, especially since I am in your head." The voice replied once more.

Scared now, Harry surveyed the whole room as his hand started shaking. "Damn," he whispered to himself, "who are you?"

"Oh Harry, we just talked in your dream." The voice replied as it appeared next to him.

No, no no no, not here. Not here, anything but in real life. "H-how did you follow me into the real world?"

"I followed you because I am you." replied the Harry from his dream. The dream Harry moved closer to the real Harry, causing goosebumps to race all the way to his neck.

"Let's have some fun."

Nymphadora Tonks plopped down on her bed as she cried silently. Why didn't anyone like her? She has tried to be friendly with everyone she has met, yet they all push her aside and treat her like a thing for sex. It was unfair and dehumanizing, and because she won't let herself be used, no one likes her. Well, maybe except for the Order. They seem to like her for who she is.

"But you are useless to them. You are clumsy and stupid, you can't get anything right." She muttered to herself. "You are always falling and giving away your location, if it wasn't for that stupid charmed necklace of stealth then you wouldn't even be an Auror much less alive."

More tears fell from her eyes. "Damnit." She sobbed, the truthfulness of her own words causing her more emotional harm.

All of a sudden, in front of her, Fawkes appeared with a letter. Startled by the intrusion, Tonks tried to wipe the tears away from her face quickly but only managing to smear her mascara all over her face and sleeve.

Impatient, Fawkes dropped the letter on her bed and disappeared without any theatrics. Tonks picked up the letter and opened it.

'Dear Tonks.

I will need to request an important job of you, Nymphadora. I need you to gather Harry and bring him to The Burrow. It is of utmost importance that he arrive safely and unharmed. There has been a recent development of events which require Harry. I will contact you with more details once I let Harry know.

Sincerely Albus Dumbledore'

"Oh wonderful." She muttered, another easy assignment, babysitting and transportation. How dangerous that job was. 'Hopefully I don't get killed in the process,' she thought as she laid down on her bed, only to fall asleep a few minutes later.