CHAPTER 2

"Maybe…" Harry said aloud as he was reading the letter. After his abnormal dream he had been debating all day whether he should inform Ron and Hermione. It was bad enough his head was throbbing in pain but he was talking to himself.

"Should I send them a note?"

"Of course!"

"What if that dream meant nothing?"

"What if it did mean something?"

"And if it didn't I would just make 'em worry for no reason, and then they'd hate me."

"Well, duh, you'd just make them wake up for no reason. But if it did mean something, wouldn't they be even angrier you didn't inform them?"

"Yeah that's true too…but what should I do!"

"Hah don't ask me, how would I know?"

"Then why are you talking to me?"

"I am you. You're talking to yourself…"

"Uuggh!" Harry grumbled. He couldn't even talk to himself. Everyone was gone, no godfather, no parents and no more Dumbledore. Dumbledore, that's it, Harry thought, if he would trust Dumbledore with a note why couldn't he trust his best friends. Hesitantly Harry began his letter.

When he was finally finished, after throwing out five unfinished copies, he woke up an ungrateful Hedwig who hooted softly in annoyance, and sent the letters with her. One was for Ron who hopefully wouldn't share it with anyone and the other was for Hermionie who would surely send back a reply as quick as possible.

Yes maybe not, he thought to himself, he had gotten a reply after waiting endlessly. This is what the wrinkled parchment read:

Dear Harry,

Hedwig came over to Ron's first and this is why there is only letter because I'm also staying here. I had just come not only a few hours back and I'm glad to hear from you. Ron's dads is going to send transportation by the end of the next week so you can come over, and prepare yourself for a lot of security. "Of course he's chosen one and all."

Your note was disturbing and I can't tell what it could possibly be caused from. If you haven't been having them for a long time then it must be all right. Its only one dream. Its possible it's because you're nervous and depressed about-about all that has happened.

Ron thinks it's because of the toffees George and Fred sent for your early birthday present. (I hope you haven't eaten them all! That may be part of the reason why you're dreaming of yourself pant less). Anyway, don't think too hard about the dream it probably means nothing. We hope you're okay and aren't poisoned by your birthday candy (or dream of dancing with You-Know-Who). "Ron don't write that!"

Love Ron and Hermione

"No of course not, why would the dream mean anything." Harry sighed, "It was just my nerves. Hermione's right. I shouldn't have listened to myself." He chuckled at his foolishness.

Yet he did not believe it himself. His eyes lingered on the one sentence since it had arrived, if you haven't been having them for a long time it's all right, it's only one dream. But it had been happening more than one time and it wasn't one dream and he knew there would be others. H could not even reassure himself because he knew it would be a lie.