"Where the bloody hell am I?" Harry Potter asked.

With no one else there to respond he quite obviously received no answer. Looking around the only thing visible was grass. Going on until the horizon, fields of grass filled the space. Above him - like the fields - the sky was an endless expanse of blue with no sun visible.

"Aunt Petunia must have cursed me. As if mowing the grass on her yard wasn't enough, I probably have to mow this to."

Shuddering at the thought of spending the rest of his life mowing grass for Aunt Petunia, Harry saw no choice but to start walking.

Picking a direction at random Harry began to walk. However, after what seemed like several hours, Harry refused to continue.

"This is my dream. At least I think it's a dream. In any case what's the point of this?" Harry complained to himself. "I should have listened more to Professor Trelawney, I'm sure she would have something to say about the meaning of this dream. Oh dear child your death has been foretold within the colour of the grass." Harry said.

Harry heard a shriek coming from the distance. Jumping up to face the direction of the sound, Harry instinctively reached for his wand. Realizing he was in his own dream he took his hand out of his pocket.

Squinting into the distance Harry could just make out a figure standing at rest. However, the figure's lack of movement did not explain the reason for a scream.

Another shriek came, this time louder and higher in pitch. The figure never moved.

"What is going on." Harry was shocked into stillness; His dream had gone from an irritating joke to a weird situation.

At the prompt of another even louder scream, Harry began to run towards the figure in the distance.

After only a few seconds of running the colour began to seep out of his surroundings. The once bright blue sky slowly turned grey followed quickly by the grass. Harry's head went up and down taking in the degradation of his dream. And with a final look towards the figure which had mysteriously not gotten any closer to him, Harry's dream disappeared.

"Harry," said a far away voice. "Harry, get up." The voice seemed to get closer. "Harry! Get up this instant, it's nearly noon!" The voice was too close for Harry's liking and he finally cracked opened his eyes, disoriented by the sudden light.

"Jus' five more minutes Hermione. I have to save her. Can't you see I'm busy?" mumbled a half asleep Harry.

Harry yelled in shock as his blanket was angrily ripped off of him. Turning over, Harry attempted to burrow into the bed to salvage whatever heat he could. A few minutes later Harry inevitably opened his eyes and was forced to fully wake up.

Reaching out towards his bedside table Harry grabbed his glasses and shoved them haphazardly on his face. He turned over again and yelled again after realising that Hermione hadn't left his room.

Still holding his blanket and glaring at Harry, Hermione just giggled. "You're so funny when you're half awake, Harry." She turned around and left the room.

"At least leave the blanket behind would you?" Harry moaned at her retreating form. "I'm so cold."

oOo

After getting dressed Harry left his room and went down the stairs. Not looking forward to the admonishment from Mrs. Weasley, Harry reflected that sleeping in was not worth it. With his strange dream all but forgotten, Harry was greeted by everyone downstairs.

"Morning Harry," everybody chanted. "Or should we say noon?" Mrs. Weasley added with a small upwards twitch of her lips.

Harry sighed. "Nice to see you all."

"Were you up all night studying or something?" Sirius asked him.

Harry froze, remembering his dream. "Not exactly, I was sleeping, just not very well."

"It's these damn beds, they're full of bed bugs. Kreacher refuses to clean them." Sirius exclaimed.

Harry continued walking, smiling weakly at Sirius' anger towards the Black family house elf, into the kitchen where everyone was currently waiting for lunch. Mrs. Weasley stood in front of the once grimy stove toasting bread while everyone else sat at table. Pulling a seat beside Ron, Harry sat down and watched Mrs. Weasley make food.

"Don't look at me like that Harry. Everyone else woke up early and have been waiting for the food longer than you have. You'll have to wait your turn just like everyone else dear," Mrs. Weasley said upon seeing Harry's hungry expression.

Looking around at all the hungry faces he realised that his lunch would not come for a long time. "That's alright Mrs. Weasley, I'll wait."

Ron looked at Harry "Rough night mate?"

"You could say that. Just a bad dream."

"Well whenever I have a bad dream I try imagining the biggest feast I can think of, and the bad dream just goes away," Ron supplied, completely serious.

"I took Divination, I should be able to to get some meaning out my dreams," Harry said. "Well… I suppose we did make up most of our homework so I'm not so sure about that now."

Hermione came over and sat down on Harry's other side. "Ron, not all of us are motivated solely by food. Maybe Harry should talk to a psychiatrist about his dream?"

Harry sank down into his chair. "The Daily Prophet's next headline "The Chosen One Seeking Psychiatrist." No Hermione I can't go to a psychiatrist."

"Lunch is served!" Mrs. Weasley floated three plates of B.L.T.s onto the table where they landed with a thunk. "Enjoy everyone."

Harry went for a sandwich before his hand was knocked out the way by Ron who was desperately trying to grab as many sandwiches as possible.

Harry's face quickly turned into a frown. The plate nearest to Harry was already empty, and by the looks of the two around him they would be gone in a few seconds.

"Ron, give me one of your sandwiches," Harry pleaded.

"Mate, I love you, but I can't give you any," Ron replied.

Harry attempted to grab a sandwich off of Ron's plate. "Come on Ron. You've got at least five right there."

"Now now Harry, hands off Ron's plate. He's a growing boy and he needs his lunch." Mrs. Weasley watched the two, barely able to contain her smile. "I'll cook you up a few more sandwiches just for you. What do you say Harry?"

"Yes, Mrs. Weasley. That'll be fine." Harry watched Ron devour two more sandwiches. "Tosser."

"Now Harry, we know you had your trial a few days ago," Mr. Weasley begun. "And we're all very glad you didn't get expelled." Sirius snorted at Mr. Weasley's words. "But please try to wake up a bit earlier. You'll be off the Hogwarts soon so it's a good idea to get into practice."

"Yes Mr. Weasley." Harry replied before devouring the new sandwiches Mrs. Weasley placed in front of him.

"Ron, what makes you think you can take one of my sandwiches when you didn't give me one of yours?" Harry asked as he foiled Ron's attempt to swipe one of Harry's sandwiches.

"I'm still hungry," Ron whined.

oOo

Several hundred kilometres away a girl was lying in bed sleeping. Her long dark brown hair covered the bed in a sheet around her and her fragile chest went up and down with the rhythm of her breathing. The children's bed she was currently resting in could not comfortable fit her fairly long body and thusly her feet hung of the end of the bed.

The girl's sleep was far from peaceful as her head turned back and forth in agitated movements and small distressed whines were coming from her mouth.

The girl found herself in a great field of green grass with a brilliant blue sky above her. However, the peaceful setting could not contain her fear of being exposed and in the open. Waiting for someone or something to come at her the girl was filled with fear.

In her experience the nicest things came with the most horrible experiences. A gift given was just a disguise for someone to ruin her. No one gave anything without expecting something in return. The nice green grass and the calming blue sky were just a trick; to make her lower her guard. Not that her guard would protect her. It hadn't for a long time.

The girl was right, in the distance a darkness appeared. Growing larger every second it began to approach her. With its movements the girl was filled with a debilitating sense of terror. Her breath caught in her throat as she could only watch the darkness move closer and closer towards her.

All the girl could do was scream.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Hoping with all her heart that someone would hear her. Even if they would save her only to do things worse than her uncle had. Even if they ruined her more than he had. All she knew was that there could be nothing worse than what the darkness would do to her.

Desperately, the girl looked around. Looking for anyone or anything to help her. A building to hide behind. A person to be protected by. A method to end herself. Anything other than succumbing to the darkness.

The girl let out a gasp. Far away a figure was running towards. She found herself able to move once more and the girl took a step towards the figure. Her next step caused her foot to snag a piece of dirt and tipped her towards the ground. As she fell she could only think of getting to the figure running towards her and away from the darkness approaching her.

oOo

"It's a shame really. What happened to that girl I mean," The lady said to her assistant with a frown on her wrinkled face. "Especially at such a young age; Children can be so cruel. She's in for a tough life.

"I'm telling you Mary, something is not right with the girl. She hasn't said a word since she's gotten here, and I don't think she's eaten one bite," The assistant whispered."

"Sandra, what happened to her is the police's issue and you'd do well to stay out of it." Mary warned, her frown turning into a neutral expression. "She's had a tough enough time so far. We needn't make it even harder for her."

"You're right, Mary. It's just terrible, like you said," Sandra sighed.

"When you've done this for as long I have some things become a necessity. Now go start up lunch while I wake up the kids who slept in," Mary added, glad to have imparted some wisdom on her assistant.

oOo

"Albus, I've just received a letter from a young girl. It's about her Hogwarts letter she was sent four years ago," Minerva McGonagall stormed into the headmaster's office. "She writes that she wishes to come to Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall handed him neatly folded letter.

"Very interesting indeed Minerva. I must ask, why now after four years have past," Albus Dumbledore questioned with some evidence of amusement in his voice. He read over the girl's letter.

"Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Bean?" Dumbledore offered out of the blue with gesture towards a bowl filled with them.

Professor McGonagall was caught of guard for a moment. "Don't you offer sherbet lemons, usually?" she said suspiciously.

"My dear Minerva, one must not discriminate against candy. Every type offers its own unique flavour and characteristic. I couldn't imagine only offering one type."

Professor McGonagall coughed. "Ahem, indeed Albus. Now back to the matter at hand."

"Of course," Dumbledore agreed.

"From what this girl has written, it seems her father replied to the letter four years ago in her steed," Professor McGonagall got out in one breath.

"If that's the case I can't see why we could accept the girl's wishes to come to Hogwarts. It's clear her guardian does not wish her to come here," Dumbledore said with certain finality. "I do not see how her letter would change anything."

"If you would let me finish, Albus," Professor McGonagall said sharply. "Certain.. Events have played out and she now has no guardian; her uncle was the last relative she had."

Dumbledore let out a deep breath. "Minerva, these developments are disturbing to say the least." He begun fiddling with a knick knack on his desk.

Professor McGonagall met Dumbledore's words with a small smile on her face. "This girl seems to have great desire to come to Hogwarts. However, the decision to allow her here is not mine to make.

"It will not be easy. She has missed four years of schooling. Do you believe she can make them up?" Dumbledore met Professor McGonagall's eyes.

"If you would allow me so, I could bring her past years books for her to study during the remainder of the holidays. While I can't delude myself into believing she can totally make up what's she's missed, I believe that with studying and a tutor during school time, she will be able to at least attend here." Professor McGonagall said with some confidence. "In fact I believe she can do a lot better than some of the less intelligent students here at Hogwarts."

"Do you believe she can pass her O.W.L.s?" Dumbledore asked doubtfully.

"Of course not Albus. But by bringing her here I believe we can get her away from the terrible world she's been forced to live in." Professor McGonagall exclaimed.

"I trust you Minerva. If you believe she should come to Hogwarts, then Hogwarts she will come to," Dumbledore said.

"Thank you Albus." Professor McGonagall made to leave. "One last thing, she asked us specifically not to tell anyone her name."

"Considering her past it seems fair to keep her first name hidden until she is comfortable revealing it. Her last name however will need to be know if she is to be called upon by"

Professor McGonagall raised a neatly trimmed eyebrow. "But Albus, what will other students call her? It's hardly appropriate for them to call her by her last name."

"A student's trust is a valuable thing. If we deny her request who knows what she will do or how it will affect her. And many students refer to each other by their last names anyways." Dumbledore said wisely.

"This year just became complicated. Good night Albus," said Professor McGonagall leaving the headmaster's office.

"Good night indeed Minerva."

oOo

"Sirius, I need to talk to you," Harry said.

"Well, go ahead, I'm right here." Sirius looked at Harry expectingly.

Harry motioned towards Ginny and Tonks who were sitting close. "Alone,"

"Well why didn't you say so." Sirius laughed, got up and walked out of the room. Harry followed him out.

At seeing Harry's worried face, Sirius was instantly concerned. "Harry, what's wrong?"

"Whatever I tell you, you can't tell anyone about it. Not Mrs. Weasley, not Professor Lupin and not even Dumbledore," Harry said firmly. "Promise me that, Sirius."

"What if they can help you," Sirius said, his worry intensifying.

"I doesn't matter, you still can't tell anyone. I don't want everyone to think I'm weak," Harry muttered.

"If you're in danger I have to tell them. But otherwise you have my word that no one else will know," Sirius offered.

"Fine, I suppose that's as good as promise you can give. Well… um… almost every night I go to sleep and have the same dream," Harry said quietly.

"Is it about Voldemort!" Sirius interrupted quite loudly.

"Quiet down! I don't want anyone to hear this," Harry whispered. "And no, they haven't been about Voldemort. Unless he's decided to grow out his hair long."

"So then what have they been about?" Sirius said. This time in a slightly quieter voice.

"I'm in a great field of green grass with a blue sky above me and there's no one in sight." Harry started describing his dream. "After a while I can make out a figure in the distance. A month ago the figure was too far away to see any specific features, but I can now make out long dark brown hair."

Sirius face brightened. "Harry, you had me worried to death for a second there. I thought your life was in danger, that Voldemort had slipped you a potion or something."

"That's ridiculous. How would Voldemort slip me a potion?" Harry frowned.

Sirius shrugged his shoulders. "Don't blame me, you came at me, all dramatic like. 'Sirius, I'm terrified of something and I need your help because I'm only a fifth year.'"

Harry's frown deepened into a scowl. "That's not all. I can hear the girl screaming, Sirius, over and over. I know she's terrified of something and I have to save her from it," Harry exclaimed. "But when I run towards her I can't get any closer." Harry leaned against the wall as if the telling Sirius the dream took energy.

Sirius just looked at Harry. "You want my honest opinion on this?

"That depends, are you going to be serious about it?"

"I'm always-"

"Don't," Harry stopped him.

Sirius burst out in merry laughter. "Don't worry too much about it Harry. I want to enjoy what's left of the holidays with my godson. I honestly think it's nothing. I've had the same dream for five nights in a row once. You didn't see me get all worked up about it."

Harry was slightly disappointed that Sirius didn't believe there to be a problem, but gave him a smile nonetheless. He would do his best to spend the rest of the holidays in the company of Sirius. "How about a game of chess?"

"Really Harry? I know that you want to spend time with me, but don't you think we could do something where it's possible for you to win?" Sirius could barely contain his laughter.

Harry just punched Sirius on the shoulder and walked by him into the living room.

Sirius ran after Harry. "Harry wait up, I wasn't serious! Well I am but you know what I mean."

oOo

"Annabelle, dear, could you go check on our newest arrival upstairs? It's nearly four o'clock and she hasn't left her room," said Mary Markel.

Annabelle twirled her hair around her finger nervously.

"What's wrong Annabelle?"

"Well… it's just that the Robby and Joseph told me that she's a dangerous freak. I know I shouldn't listen to them because they're older and want to cause trouble, but she looks so scary," Annabelle said, tears appearing in her eyes. "You told me to be nice to everyone, I know you did Mrs. Markel, but please don't send me upstairs to her."

Mrs. Markel dropped to her knees and gathered Annabelle in her arms. "Hush now little Annabelle, if you don't want to check on her, you don't have to. I'll go myself and you'll stay down here."

The girl watched the exchanged from the stairs. Raising a hand to her face she traced the jagged and rough line that covered her cheek.

He was right. I am hideous.

Going back up the stairs quickly before Mrs. Markel could find her, the girl lay down in her bed. She laid there for a few seconds until there was a knock on her door.

"Ehem," she cleared her throat. "Deary, are you alright in there? Could I get you anything to eat? Perhaps some cereal and eggs?"

There was no response from the inside.

"Deary, I'm coming in."

Once again no response. This time however, Mrs. Markel opened the door and walked in, expecting the girl to be asleep.

Mrs. Markel was startled. "Oh! You surprised me. I thought you were sleeping."

The girl was sitting on her bed, with her back against the wall and her head turned downward looking at her lap.

"Okay, now that I know you're fine, I'm going to go downstairs to whip up some food. Come down if you want anything," Mrs. Markel said. She then hesitantly left the room, looking back at the girl one last time. She hadn't moved an inch.

oOo

"No Sirius, absolutely not! You can't go outside, even in your Animagus form. You could easily be recognized!" Mrs. Weasley nearly shouted, red in the face. "How would Harry react if you were arrested? He would be devastated." Mrs. Weasley continued.

Taking Mrs. Weasley aside, Sirius explained, "Molly, I won't see my godson for months. There's no harm in seeing him off. Besides who could recognize me?"

"Molly, maybe Sirius is right," Mr. Weasley added in an attempt to stop the argument before it got out of hand.

Molly harrumphed. "Fine, but if he gets caught don't say I didn't tell you so."

"Don't worry Molly, nothing will go wrong," Sirius brushed it off with a hearty laugh.

Molly didn't find it so funny. "Sirius, don't push it. I may change my mind by tomorrow," she said and abruptly left for the kitchen.

Sirius just looked at Mr. Weasley awkwardly. "Well then, off to bed we go."

oOo

After closing his eyes to go sleep, Harry was woken up by something. Putting his head under the pillow as to ignore further sounds he realised was useless. Hearing the sound again he recognized it, a scream in the distance.

"But I'm awake, I can't have a dream if I just woke up."

Once again, a scream interrupted his thoughts. This time it was louder. Removing the pillow from his head he reached out to put on his glasses. His hand met only empty air. Fully getting up he finally looked around, expecting too see the walls of his room.

"No way, I'm dreaming." Around him were endless fields of grass and a bright blue sky above him. Directly in front of his bed was a figure standing in the near distance.

The scream this time around was piercing. Getting up Harry knew there was only one thing to do. Get closer to the figure. Putting his feet on the ground Harry begin to sprint towards the figure. He had an ominous feeling that something was about to go wrong unless he reached the figure.

Running towards it, Harry could slowly make out more detail. He watched as it turned around and took a step towards him. And another. Before he knew it the figure was in a full out sprint towards Harry.

"It's a girl," thought Harry. Now at a distance where he could observe some basic features of the girl.

The girl had long dark brown hair and looked fairly skinny. Her awkward gait and long spindly legs indicating that she was not accustomed to running.

Harry realized that if they both continued to run towards each other that they would soon be face to face. Filled with uncertainty Harry slowed down his pace. He didn't know how he would interact with the mystery girl taking over his dreams for two months now.

Before Harry could consider his problem any further the colour began to seep out of his dream, and eventually completely faded.

oOo

Hello!

Thanks for reading my fanfiction.

First off, I'm pretty new to writing creatively and this is my first time writing any fanfiction. If you see anything wrong with my story (such as spelling, grammar, plot holes, terrible writing style or anything like that) don't hesitate to send me a scathing message or review. Although I'm pretty nervous putting my writing up, I'd hate to be writing utter crap and not even know it.

Next, about my story. This is going to be primarily a romance story, however there will be action and adventure. The rating right now will be T. However, it's possible that could change to an M in the future. It will follow canon at the start but more loosely as the story progress.

Now, the most important part (at least I think.) There's not going to be any superPowerful!Harry dark!Harry or anything of the sort. Harry is Harry from canon with a few small changes. He's not going to go to Gringotts, take an inheritance and find he's the heir of the house of Black, Evans, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Dumbledore etc. He's not going to go to Olliviander's wave his hand over some materials and end up with a 20 inch wand with a basilisk venom core. My story will have none of that. No evilManipulativeDarkLord!Dumbledore, no bashing and none of the unrealistic and stupid tropes that keep coming up again and again in Harry Potter fanfiction.

If you're reading this chapter again and notice a lot of difference, it's because I went over everything and revised a lot of writing. I tried to portray Harry and Sirius closer to canon, so that means no more fighting Ron, no more Harry feeling entitled to breakfast and no more Sirius teasing Harry about girls. I also changed some of the mystery girl's parts so that she's even more of a mystery. A kind person told me that I revealed too much about her past too quickly. If you see any spelling or grammar mistakes please, please let me know.

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