A/N: PLEASE READ! IMPORTANT! Hello! I am so sorry I couldn't update earlier! I am really sorry! Oh and on the second chapter it says: ''Harry. I know you probably don't want me to take you, but uhhm… at least consider it as a wedding gift.' Dudley said this next ending his sentence weakly.'' Well yeah that's really stupid mistake from me. It was supposed to be something for Harry to forgive him! I was completely thinking the wrong thing! Sorry again… Now you probably want to read the chapter…

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Chapter 3 – Dizziness and dreams?

Harry stepped through the thin line between magical and muggle worlds onto Platform 9 ¾.He had barely stepped through when he saw a great bush of brown hair and got a huge thump on the back form a certain red-haired boy.

Ron and Hermione.

'Oh Harry! I was so worried about you! How were your holidays? I really missed you! Did you miss Ron and me? I hope so! I am so sorry you had to spend the whole you holidays on your own! I'm sorry I couldn't send you that many letters! I really am! I -'

'Give him a break Hermy.'

A rolled up newspaper was promptly hit upside his head.

'Ow! Must be the hormones... You know how girls are at a certain time a month...' Ron muttered under his breath, so just Harry could hear, making him snigger uncontrollably.

Hermione made a huff and went back to being nice Hermione. Well what she thinks is reasonably nice. 'From what it seems Harry you were in a quite depressive state as you practically clung onto me the moment I gave you a hug, isn't it?'

Harry and Ron looked at her blankly. 'You speak too fast Hermione. My brain can only register one thing at a time and that was certainly more than one thing.' Harry blurted out. Ron nodded vigorously like a puppy, his head bobbing up and down.

'I'm not surprised Harry. Considering your attention span is extremely short I am in fact not surprised at all.'

Ron made a cough that sounded close to something like 'women'.

The Hogwarts train whistle blew and Harry grabbed his trunk pulling it along with the help of Ron. Hermione carried Hedwig's cage and his broom.

Ron opened a carriage door that had Ginny, Luna and Neville inside it. They dumped the trunk in the corner with his broom along with everyone else's. The cages with the owls were on the shelf. Harry greeted everyone and sat down opposite Neville.

Harry felt strange. He felt shameful for breaking up with Ginny even after she had wanted to be with him for such long time, while he had been going through the same emotions during his last year. His greeting had been short and well... weird. They spoke small talk. Not like before. Not the same like everyone else. Harry let this thought pass for now and decided on playing Explosive Snap with Ron and Neville.

The plump lady with the food trolley arrived and he bought a load. Sugar makes you happy... Well so he likes to think. He shared everything out with his friends, Ron taking the most generous closely followed by Neville.

He laughed as Ron and Neville gobbled up the sweets. Typical of Ron to feel hungry all the time and with no shame. Neville on the other hand was almost the same as Harry if you meant family.

Neville knowing his parents, but Neville's parents not knowing him.

Harry's parents knowing him, but Harry not knowing his parents.

Different yet similar and that's what Harry always liked about Neville. Neville may seem weak on the outside, but he's definitely strong on the inside. He smiled again.

The journey passed quickly without realising, leaving their possessions to be collected and heading to the Great Hall where Harry, Ron and Hermione's last and final year would begin, this time without Dumbledore.

'Good evening students of Hogwarts.' began McGonagall once everyone was seated and the first years were brought in. 'I would first like to say that all trips in other words Hogsmeade will continue as normal as will Quidditch matches, just to stop any rumours. Secondly no one,' she gave everyone a stern look, 'I mean no-one is allowed out of Hogwarts grounds without permission from a professor and a letter from your parent or guardian. I have my ways of checking if they are real or not. The Forbidden Forest is out of bounds as always and you are not to leave your common room after 9.30 p.m. All classes will have two Aurors outside the class taking place. All Prefect and Head patrols will take place with the accompaniment of an Auror... On a slightly lighter note, I'd like to welcome everyone back to Hogwarts, and let the sorting ceremony begin.' Instead of sitting down she began calling out the names of the soon-to-be-sorted first years.

Once the sorting was done, the food appeared and everyone began to eat, not with excitement but almost as if it was slow torture. Well apart from the Slytherins of course. Dessert came and went quickly. McGonagall went over the rules quickly and everyone was sent up to their dormitories.

'You can never get them back... Never...' a soft venomous voiced hissed. Harry whipped his head round. 'You know you can never get them back... because I took them. Their lives. Their souls. Your family. Your happiness...' Harry looked around the towering walls of Hogwarts covered in portraits swirling. Talking. Voices. Lots of voices. People talking... something hissing... Dizziness, I feel dizzy, I feel dizzy, I-

'Harry?' Hermione's concerned voice brought him back into full consciousness. 'Are you alright? Harry?'

'Huh? Oh me? I'm uh yeah... fine. Don't worry.' Harry mentally shook himself. It was just him. Nothing. Just voices.

Harry walked up the boys' dormitory stairs to find all his things in the draws folded neatly. Thank goodness for house elves. Harry changed into his pyjamas, feeling extremely nauseous. He slowly retreated into his bed, the thick duvet shielding him from the cold.

Harry tried to think of what was happening to him when he was coming back from the main hall. Voices. Just like his second year, but this was different. His eyelids began to droop and slowly went into a deep sleep...

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'Mum! Mum! Where are my socks! I can't find them! Mum!' shouted Harry from the top of the stairs.

'I'm coming, I'm coming Harry.' A lady with flaming red hair and bright green eyes came up the stairs.

'The day before your first term in your 7th year and you still cannot find your things. You are just like your father.'

'Well you know what they say. Like father like son.' replied Harry grinning.

'Don't go using that phrase now Harry. Typical. Honestly, you really need to be a bit more organized these days.'

Someone snorted from the doorway. A girl with brown-ish red hair and also hazel eyes stood in the doorway .She looked around the age of 7 to 8. 'Harry organized? That would be the day.'

'Shut up Annie. You won't believe what you're missing. The ghosts, the magic, wands, owls, friends, Quidditch, and of course there's no fun without mischief being managed eh dad?'

And there was James Potter, the loyal Marauder, nicknamed Prongs whose animagus is a stag and who finally won over Lily Evans, now Lily Potter. He chuckled. 'Mischief managed indeed.'

Annie frowned and started hitting Harry anyway she could by flapping her arms and hands around, with her eyes closed. Harry stepped back watching with amusement as her arms and hands hit, well... nothing. Annie finally realised she was hitting nothing and opened her eyes to find Harry laughing along with his father, striking a huge resemblance between each other.

With her brow furrowed her bottom lip starting to tremble she looked incredibly sad and embarrassed, Lily took her in her arms cooing in her ear telling her Harry was always silly and that he's always like that just like daddy.

Harry looked down to where his sister was, clinging onto Lily as though to never let her go. Harry felt a huge rush of emotion. What would he do if he lost them? His parents, his sister? What would he do if he lost Sirius, or Remus, or even Peter? Dumbledore was also a strong part of his life and was like a second father, just like Sirius. With a rush of emotions he went down to Annie and took her from his mother and apologized holding her softly by the shoulders.

'I'm so sorry Annie. I won't do that ever again. Ok? I promise for the rest of my life. Please forgive me Annie. Please?' Harry was almost begging and James came down and kneeled next to her.

'Please forgive me too Annie. I'm really sorry. I also promise not to do that again. Will you forgive me?'

Annie giggled and grabbed both Harry and her father at the same time and pulled them into a hug. Lily smiled. She loved them all greatly. She joined in the hug and squeezed everyone too.

'Lily. You're... strangling... me. I... can't... breathe...'

'Oh right.' She laughed nervously. 'Hehe.' She loosened her embrace slightly but still hung on tight, in a light kind of way.

'I can't think of ever loosing you any of you. Please don't go. Don't leave me ever.'

'Don't say that Harry. Your father and I will always love you and Annie. Never forget this; you are never alone.' came the soft voice of Lily Potter.

'That's right Harry. We'll never leave you or Annie. Never.' Said a kind voice belonging to James Potter.

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Harry woke sweat pouring from his face. His mother, father and... sister? Did he have a sister, or maybe if his parents were alive she would be too...

A lump appeared in Harry's throat. He swallowed it down and let some tears fall. He stepped out of bed his warm feet touching the cold floor and noticed it was close to sunrise so decided to get ready. He'd be organized. He'd be like what his mother wanted, but took one look at his bed and thought, forget this. He laughed.

Him? Organized? That would certainly be the day.

He went to the bathroom to get washed, returned, got dressed, and went out the portrait hole to eat breakfast in the Great Hall.

A/N: So this is another chapter! Again really sorry I couldn't update earlier. Tell me if you like this chapter or not please which means... Review! Review! Review! Thanks a lot! Bye! Nabby