What's better than five girls in one, enlarged room, with scary movies, lots of popcorn, and caffeine? Nothing. Incase you haven't guessed this, that's what we did. We were all huddled in a group, under our large, cuddly covers, a large bowl of popcorn in the middle, surrounded by other sugary, junk food, and bottles of soda. We had already watched The Ring, Paranormal Activity, and Stay Alive. They were currently watching Dawn of the Dead. No sleepover horror movie marathon would be complete without a good, or scary, zombie movie.

Suddenly, there was a faint tap at my window, causing the five of us to jump and gasp.

"What was that?" Sage asked, in a whisper.

"I dunno," I barley said. "Maybe someone should go see." We all looked at each other, then down the line to the person closest to the window. Unfortunately for Susanne, that was her. She pouted and shook her head 'NO', but the four of us practically pushed her out of bed. She slowly walked towards the window, whilst the tapping continued. Finally, she reached the window, and slowly pulled the curtain back.

We all let out hit pitched screams while Suze ran back to the bed, jumping on us as we hugged each other.

"Guys, g-guys! C-calm down. It-it's Hedwig," Jennifer said while catching her breath. She walked over to the window, and took the note from Hedwig's beak. As soon as she took it, Hedwig nipped her finger.

"Hey, that hurt. Steph do you have any owl treats?" Jennifer frowned while a trickle of blood came out of her right pointer finger.

"Yeah, I have them here somewhere," I said, my breathing now returned to normal, and scrimmaged through my dresser, flinging makeup, hair stuff, some old school assignments, a moldy toothbrush, cd cases like Jimmy Eat World, Paramore, the Titanic soundtrack, and finally pulled out a brown and white box shaped like an owl.

"Will someone turn on the light?" Jennifer asked.

"Sure," Alexa said while standing up and turning the light back on.

"Here," I said, hurling the box at Jennifer.

"Thanks, here's the letter," Jennifer said while handing the letter to Susanne and giving Hedwig a couple of Owl treats. Suzer carefully opened the letter, and everyone crowded around her, except Jennifer, whoooooo (Merci Bocoup Mr. Hendon. We're in America. We speak English! Shut up Matthew! Sorry, random author outburst. Please ignore...or not. Oohhh, the joys of 8th grade. That was defiantly, a good year ^.^) was feeding Hedwig.

"Well, what's it say?" I asked.

"I'll just read it to you guys. Ok it says:

Hey Stephanie, how are you?I'm sorry we haven't been able to hang out lately. I hope you're not mad at me; I haven't gotten a break from the Dursley's in days. Awww, that's so cute!"

"Will you please just keep reading the letter," I said while blushing a little.

"Uh, fine. Well, that's really not the reason I wrote. I've been having these strange dreams lately. I'm standing in this old, dusty room. Wormtail and some other man are gathered around a large armchair. I'm not sure what, or who, is in the armchair. They notice I'm there, call me over, and I guess kill me with Avada Kedavra. I wouldn't know exactly, cause I wake up just then, and my scar hurts like no other. I woke up the other morning, unsure what to do. Once I thought about it, you'll never guess whose voice I heard in my head, telling me what to do. If you guessed Hermione, then you're right. She told me to write to Sirius. I decided to tell you too, obviously. You're the only one, other than Sirius, who knows. I'm not sure if you know yet, but Ron invited us (your sisters, Jennifer and Susanne, too) to the Quidditch World Cup. Hopefully you can go, so we don't have to wait til school starts to hang out. Can't wait to see you, whenever that is, Harry. Well, are you going to write him back?" Suze asked as she slipped the note back in the envelope.

"Of course she is. She can't help talking to her lover-boy," Jennifer said sarcastically. I picked up the moldy toothbrush, and chucked it at her. In return, I got a very pleasing girly squeal, and smiled.

"I guess I can write back, although by the time he gets it, we'll probably be at the Weasley's together. Or even at Hogwarts," I stated. I heard Jennifer quietly say something about him being my lover-boy. Would she give that up already? I grabbed a piece of parchment and started writing my reply.

"Can't wait to see you," I said while writing," Stephanie." I gave the letter to Hedwig, and watched her fly away.

"We'll, I guess we can go back to the movie now," Alexa said.

"Oh no! No way hosay! I am NOT watching anymore scary movies tonight. Especially not a zombie movie," Susanne said defiantly.

Just then, Kiara came running out ofmy closet. She stopped and meowed at the door.

"What's wrong baby?"I cooed at her. She meowed again. "She's been acting very odd lately. I don't know why?"

"You know cats can tell if something in the universe isn't right," Alexa said.

"Ya. We know. We don't really need anything wrong going on right now,"I said, flinging myself onthe bed.

"What do you mean?" Jennifer asked while lying down next to me.

"You heard what Harry said. About his dream, where he wakes up just before he dies, and his scars hurt like hell. His scar only hurt if Vol-"

"Don't say it," Alexa said while putting her hand over my mouth.

"-demort's involved," I mumbled through Alexa's hand.

"Eww, you slobbered on my hand," Alexa said while lifting her hand of offmy mouth and shaking the spit off her hand.

"So I'm guessing that those dreams are somehow connected to-" Ilooked over at Alexa. She gaveme a look like ' don't say it'. "Are you really afraid to say his name? After being around me and my friends for three years?"

"As Hermione says, 'Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself,'" Jennifer quoted.

"Look, I don't care what you and your friends call him in your spare time, but I'm just a bit superstitious. Can you please come up with a name for him, just in our circle of friends?" Alexa asked innocently.

"Ok, how about...um...Moldy Shorts?" Suze suggested.

"Ok, from now on, 'You-Know-Who' is called Moldy Shorts. As I was saying, I'm guessing that Harry's dream might somehow be connected to...Moldy…Shorts," I said, making an unsure face.

"What's this about shorts being moldy?" Piper asked while opening the door.

"Nothing. So what is it?" I asked, looking at her upside down.

"Well it's time for you all to go to bed," Piper said.

"But whyyyy?" I whined.

"Because, you need an early start tomorrow,'' Piper said giving her a cross look.

"Fine,"I said with a little angsty whine.

"So, when are the Weasley's coming over tomorrow?" Alexa asked.

"Uhm, I think around, 4:00 pm, so we're gonna have to keep the demon attacks away from then," Piper answered.

"Hahaha, that's funny. You won't be able to keep the demons away for an hour, or even thirty-minutes," Jennifer said sarcastically.

"Get to bed. Now," Piper finished

"Fine, we'll go to bed now. See ya in the morning," I said, putting all the food in my mini fridge.

"Oh, and make sure you charge your cell phones tonight," Piper reminded the four of them.

"Ok, ok, ok, we will. Good night now," I said. Piper said "good night" to all of us, and we got on their pjs. We climbed into bed, and pulled the covers up. Alexa was waiting by the light, so she could turn it off when everyone was settled. I got settled, and started thinking about what had recently happened. What with Harry's letter and all. I was positive that his dream had something to do with Voldemort. I mean, common. Why else would he be this worried. Telling Sirius and myself, waiting to tell the others, and hearing Hermione's voice in his head! Sigh, what am I going to do with that boy? And with that final thought, I drifted into sleep.