Harry quickly reached out and put his glasses on before scrambling around his small room for a quill and a scratch piece of parchment. Dumbledore had told Harry at the beginning of the summer to keep him informed of any dreams pertaining to Voldemort. Harry quickly pinned the note.

Dear Professor,

Voldemort has been projecting visions of a woman named Cecily and a baby named Emily. He referred to Emily as his heir and Cecily as his wife. You have said that Voldemort has never known love.

Harry

Harry quickly stumbled across the room to where Hedwig was perched by the window sill. The bars had long been removed from those windows and Hedwig could come and go as she pleased. Harry wished he could be as free. He tied the letter to Hedwig's leg and she took off into the night. Harry quickly fell back into a restless sleep.

Meanwhile many miles away a 17 year old girl woke up from her dream. She had shoulder length brown hair and crystal blue eyes. Slowly she climbed out of her bed and went into the living room of the small cottage where she and her aunt had lived ever since she could remember. Her aunt was sitting at the kitchen counter with a small cup of coffee nestled between her hands. She looked up and smiled softly at her niece. She had grown quite fond of her young niece over the many years that she had been in her care. Emily waited until her aunt acknowledged her presence before proceeding into the kitchen.

"Aunt Nevana, I had another dream." The girl said softly as she sat in the seat across from her aunt. Nevana turned her attention to the young woman in front of her. She was a carbon copy of her father in his youthful days. Nevana gave her a cold smile.

"Tell me about it my child." Nevana commanded softly. She was attached to the child but she had not always been. She had been cold to Emily for many years and it had served them both well. Emily was not use to being coddled or being treated as inferior. She knew who she was and what was expected of her.

"I was being presented to a man that I resemble. I think he was my father but I am not sure. He explained to me that there was no good or evil only power and those strong enough to seek it. I don't know what to make of these dreams." Emily confessed. She hated the feeling of confusion and she did not like not understanding something as personal as her dreams. Nevana smiled lightly.

"It is almost time." Nevana said as she stood. Emily watched as her aunt rose to her feet and went to the sink. Emily knew what her aunt was refereeing to. It had been three years since her father had returned from the half-life that he had been living. He had refused to see his child until his reign was reinstated and instead had resorted to sending her dreams. Emily sighed knowing that her aunt would give her no more answers.

Harry woke up the next morning to find Hedwig waiting with a note addressed to him tied upon her leg. Harry stroked her wings before silently taking the letter from her leg. He recognized the hand writing and quickly tore open the letter.

Dear Harry,

I am pleased that you have informed me of such events. A member of the Order will come to retrieve you this afternoon. There is much that we have to discuss.

Dumbledore

Harry sighed knowing that he would have to wait for answers. He had not expected much out of the letter but he had hoped for something.

It was half past noon when Tonks came to get him. Her hair was in its short, spiky bubblegum pink style much to the horror of his aunt. She had a bright cheery smile as she shrunk Harry's trunk and silently motioned for Harry to follow her. Harry was slightly taken aback by her silence. Tonks was never one to be silent long.

Tonks was quiet the whole way back to headquarters and silently led Harry into a secluded study. Dumbledore was sitting around with a steaming glass of tea and smiled when he saw that Harry had entered the room.

"Sit, my boy. We have much to discuss." Dumbledore said cheery as he went back to his glass of tea. Harry had no choice but to make himself comfortable.