Trinity: ...they really didn't give me any reviews!

Draco: Well, you didn't expect any.

Trinity: After I worked so hard on all of this I GET NO REVIEWS?

Draco: Once again, you didn't expect any. You get what you ask for...

Trinity: Well, poo.

Chapter 7: What Dreams Reveal

I thought there was something weird about Jamie Jackson. That woman is mental. Hand to hand combat is all I wanted her to teach, but she somehow got the idea to give her students weapons. These knights are excellent fighters, especially the Knights of Shadow, and they are quiet skilled with their hands and exceptionally quick learners. Weapons' training is the next logical step, and is standard for a Knight, but I am concerned for the safety of my knights.

I'm afraid to approach Professor Jackson, however. After all, I merely placed the idea of his training program in her head. She doesn't know anything of my involvement.

Harry's entire body was beginning to ache by the time he met up with Ron and Hermione in the Entrance Hall after "sparing" with Professor Jackson. They spent their hour break in the Gryffindor Tower then Ron and Harry reluctantly dragged themselves to Divinations. An hour later, Harry was face to face with Professor Jackson again for Defense Against the Dark Arts. Harry was please to see she how worn out she was. It was the only sign that she hadn't held back as much as Harry had previously thought.

The class was still struggling to master the art of nonverbal magic. Harry and Hermione were starting to get the hang of it, but most of the class wasn't doing too good. This was a plus for Harry, because he couldn't concentrate in his any of his other classes. At the end of the day, Harry took a nice warm bath for his sore muscles then sat to with Ron in the common room to finish his homework. Hermione was already working hard on her Ancient Runes homework and became snippy with Ron when he disturbed her to ask why he had two Uranus's.

"I told you to never bother me with that nonsense," she snapped. "And that one's Saturn."

Ron moved on to a stack of Transfiguration homework that had piled high in his neglect. Harry tried to help him out as much as he could, but Hermione pointed out several mistakes in both of their papers. They had to re-write almost every report until it was satisfactory for her. By the time they managed to finally finish it all, Harry and Ron simply fell into bed, completely drained of their energy. But then Harry couldn't get to sleep, despite his drowsiness. He lies still and stares at the strips of moonlight on the curtains around his bed, waiting for sleep to come to him.

When he couldn't take the loud snoring of his roommates any longer, Harry slipped out of bed, donned his Invisibility Cloak and grabbed the Marauder's Map. After visiting the hidden room in the dungeon, the map reveals the room's secrets, and Harry spots Draco inside the room once again. Harry left Gryffindor Tower and went down into the dungeons, careful to avoid the patrolling professors and prefects. When he arrives, Harry spots Draco sitting in a chair in front of the fireplace, reading a thick, leather-bound book.

"What are you doing here?" Draco asked, looking up from his book when he spots Harry materializing from under his cloak out of the corner of his eye.

"I couldn't sleep," Harry said. "You're the only person still up."

"Don't lie," Draco said, returning to his book. "I know you were hoping this room would be empty."

"Um, yeah," Harry said. He deciding not to tell Draco how he knew that he was up. Harry sat in the plush chair next to Draco. "What are you reading?"

"A long and boring book about the history of some strange sect of wizards," Draco said without looking up. "Father sent is to me for some reason."

"Why would he do that?"

"I guess there's something of importance in here that he wants me to know about. So far, the only note-worthy thing is that these so called wizards disappeared centuries ago, long before even Merlin's time. I'm actually under the impression that these people weren't real wizards, just magical creatures that resembled humans."

"Like elves or something?"

"That's what it seems like."

A few locks of Draco's bangs slipped from behind his ear and fell in front of his eyes. Draco flicked his head to the side in an attempt to move it out of his way. When his bangs only waved before his eyes tauntingly, he snapped his book close in annoyance and tugged the offending piece of hair behind his ear again. He was still a bit peeved that a lock of his hair had made him lose the fight earlier that day.

"Can I help?" Harry asked quietly.

"Help with what?" Draco asked, looking at Harry.

"With your hair," Harry said, producing a comb and brush out of nowhere. His green eyes kept darting up at Draco's platinum blonde hair.

"You want to do my hair?" Draco said, sounding skeptical. "Why?"

"It's so pwetty…" Harry was now openly staring at Draco's shimmering hair with almost child-like admiration. Draco was sure the boy would be drooling at him within a few moments.

"You stay right there mister," Draco said, alarm flashing across his face. "You are not touching me hair. You'll just mess it up anyways."

"Really?" Harry adopted a business like tone. "Don't you think Hermione has been looking a bit better recently? Her hair isn't so bushy anymore, it's really gotten quiet manageable. And Ginny looks really nice too, even with her freckles. She has the most beautiful curls and her fiery red hair suits her perfectly!"

"You did their hair?" Draco said in disbelief. Harry nodded his head like an excited child.

"Yep! Hermione was the toughest customer I've had. Your hair thought- it would be nice to do your hair…I can get your bangs to stay out of your eyes," Harry added in a singsong voice.

Draco was about to decline when another lock of hair fell into his face and he scowled cross-eyed at the piece of hair. Harry was on his feet, holding the comb and brush in the same manner a hungry child holds his fork and knife. Draco focused his attention on the raven haired boy once again and contemplated his answer carefully. He didn't want to be glomped, drooled on, or molested in any manner, but he didn't want his rebellious bangs to taunt him any longer either.

"Don't jump on me, and don't drool me," Draco said simple, returning to his book.

Harry preformed a silent little happy dance in his chair. He grabbed one of the stools from the back of the room for Draco to sit and went straight to work. Draco continued to read his oversized book and ignored Harry completely. This was a good thing for Harry, because he kept rubbing the tips of Draco's soft hair against his cheek like he was cuddling with a cat. Draco finally caught him after the fifth time and snatched his hair from the boy's hand.

"Don't molest my hair!" Draco snapped. Harry pouted. "Don't use that face on me!"

"But…it's so soft…and pwetty," Harry said in his babyish voice. His eyes got big and watery. Draco twitched at the cuteness.

"You can touch, but don't cuddle my hair. It's disturbing."

"Yay!"

Harry got serious again and continued working on Draco's hair. Draco jumped a little when Harry produces a pair of scissors, but Harry convinced him it was just for a little trimming. When Harry was finished, he handed Draco a little mirror. Harry hadn't done much to it, but it looked great. Draco's bangs where parted so they framed his face with his short locks above his brow and long tresses around his cheeks. His long hair was trimmed to a point in the center of his back. It was a change from the neat appearance of his slicked back hair.

"It's okay, I guess," Draco said, hiding his appreciation and admiration of Harry's work.

"Yay!"

Harry hopped around the room happily and landed in one of the squishy chairs. He curled up in the seat, rested his head on the arm, and stared into the fire. Draco chuckled lightly at Harry's childish enthusiasm. He put the stool back underneath the table in the back of the room and joined him in front of the fireplace. He sat in one of the high back chairs, pulled the huge book into his lap and continued his reading. Minuets passed into hours in the silent room and his eyes grew heavy…

Voices.

Harry wasn't sure where he was, but he could hear a pair of voices. He heard them as if they echoed to him from a far away place, yet their words were clear to him as if he were right next to the ones who were speaking. Harry was sure he recognized one of the voices, yet for the life of him, his brain could not match up a face to the voice. And he couldn't see anything, like he was floating in a pool of darkness. Only the voices permeated the darkness, as one voice spoke hotly to the one he recongnized.

"Li'say, what have you been doing this entire time?" he hissed. He spoke with anger, but it seemed like he was trying to keep his voice down.

"Just as I was told, Li'kosen. Keeping an eye on the young Knights and getting them trained," the one called Li'say answered calmly. His voice set off bells in Harry's head as he struggled to remember his identity.

"And what about that Shadow Knight, hmm? Why is he still walking around? Hasn't he already defected to the Dark One's side?"

"No, he has not sworn himself to his side. I see no reason to kill an innocent," he said softly. Harry heard a low growl and was sure Li'kosen was scowling at Li'say. "The true question is what have you been doing?" Li'say continued.

"What do you mean?" Li'kosen asked. He sounded suspicious to Harry.

"What are you doing here, Li'kosen. You have no reason to be dropping by. If you had a message for me, you would have already said it. Instead, you're here pointing fingers at me, trying to tell me I'm not doing my job. What is the true purpose of you visit?"

"What are you insinuating?"

"Odd occurrences have been happening around my Knights. Recently, I have been losing track of one of the Shadow Knights. I use to be able to sense him very quickly, but sometimes…sometimes I cannot find him at all."

"That would be your own fault. You probably don't have enough skill to have a wide enough magic range to sense him." Li'kosen said gruffly, bushing the matter aside.

"Li'kosen, I have enough 'skill' to cover this castle, its grounds, and all of Hogsmeade from where I stand, which is twice as much area that you can cover. I sincerely doubt that my 'lack of skill' that is to blame." Li'kosen growled again.

"Fine. Then perhaps it is the Dark One. He might be trying to hide his favorite knight from us."

"While that is a possibility, I doubt it. The Dark One would not waste time and energy to block him from me at irregular intervals. No, it is someone with a lot less tact and absolutely no idea of what they are doing."

"And that's why you thought it was ME?" The man yelled angrily.

"Keep it down! Do you want to be discovered?" Silence, to make sure no one was coming. Then- "Forgive me, but I had to make sure. Only another Knight of Earth could block these young ones from me."

"Hmph. You just love ticking me off, don't you?"

"You can never be too careful these days. So many Knights defect to the side of the Dark One, fooled by his faulty wisdom."

"Hmph, just remember, you're just as young as these new recruits. One would hope that you'll make the right decision and avoid the same mistakes others have made."

"Of course. I'll earn my name sake. But now it's getting late. We must-"

"…Li'say? What's the matter?"

"Someone…someone is here. Someone is listening to us!"

"What? HOW?"

Harry panicked when he realized he had been discovered listening in on their conversation. Almost on instinct, his mind withdrew from that place, worried that they could track him down. Harry's conscious enveloped itself into the pool of darkness and hid from the two strangers that were surely after him. He stayed encased in the void, locked form the real world and the one he had fled from for an immeasurable amount of time until-

Harry jerked awake. His wrist watch was beeping and the clock on the mantel chimed eight times. The fireplace was filled with cold, grey ash and only the lamps lit the dim room. Confused and disorientated, Harry looked around the room. His eyes landed on Draco, asleep I the chair next to him with his book leaning open against his chest. Harry was once again in the secret room hidden in the dungeons of Hogwarts. And it was eight I the morning.

"Draco, get up!" Harry shouted, jumping out of the chair he was curled up in.

"Wha-?" Draco said, blinking at him a few times. He went right back to sleep and Harry slapped the back of Draco's hand with a comb. "OW! What was that for, Potter?"

"It's morning. We spent the entire night here," Harry said, as stooped to pick up his Invisibility Cloak.

"What? Oh, what time is it?" Draco said, rubbing his eyes.

"Eight. We have class in an hour. Well, I do at least. Bye"

Harry left the room in a rush, pulling on his cloak just before he passed through the trick wall. He almost ran into Snape as he came out of his office and squeezed passed him. he sprinted up two floors before he paused and pulled out the Marauder's Map. He would have used it back in the room, but he didn't want Draco to see it. Harry scanned the map and spotted Ron walking very fast through the upped corridors.

He must have noticed that my bed was empty, Harry thought. He looked over the map again to make sure the coast was clear, then folded up the map and tucked into his pocket. He ran up the stairs, still under the Invisibility Cloak to avoid being seen by the younger students. When he came around a corner, he spotted the red-head down the hall walking away from him.

"Ron!" Harry called out.

"Who's there?" Ron said, looking around wildly. Harry took off his cloak and Ron sighed in relief when he spotted him. "Harry! I've been looking all over for you."

"Yeah, I noticed," Harry said. He pulled out his map and whipped it before folding it and his cloak neatly and stowing it under his shirt and robes.

"Where did you go?" Ron said, suddenly stern. "You of all people shouldn't wander around alone, not even in Hogwarts! You're lucky you found me when you did, I was about to go get Hermione. Then you would have been in some real trouble."

"Er, sorry. I just-just needed to take a little walk. But listen," Harry said, dropping his voice, "there's something I've gotta tell you guys when we get to the common room."

The common room was nearly empty when Harry and Ron entered, and no one paid particular attention to the duo. They climbed up the stairs to their dormitory, found Dean and Seamus were still fast asleep and Neville's bed already empty and neatly made. After a quick shower and change of clothes, Harry returned to the common room. Ron detached Hermione from Ginny the moment he spotted the two of them coming down the stairs and nudged Ginny away. The three sat at a table in the corner of the common room, away from everyone else.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione asked nervously, her voice low. "What happened?"

"Last night- this morning- I had a dream," Harry said slowly.

"Oh no." Hermione said, looking terrified. "About him?"

"Oddly enough, I don't think so."

"What do you mean?" Ron said, inching closer.

"I had a dream where I couldn't see anything. I could only hear things," Harry explained. Ron and Hermione looked perplexed. "It was like I was hearing somebody's conversation from afar, but I heard it so clearly it was like I was there."

"You were there?" Ron's said, eyes widening.

"You mean you somehow saw someone else, other than Voldemort?" Hermione asked.

"No, I said I only heard them. I don't know why I couldn't see anything. I just heard these two guys talking," Harry said, suddenly fidgety. "And I think I knew one of them. I recognized his voice."

"What were they talking about?" Hermione said, her eyes meeting Ron's.

"I don't know. They were arguing or something. All I really remember is the name Li'say. It was the name of the guy whose voice I recognized."

The three fell silent. Ron started picking at something crusty on the table absentmindedly, think who knows what. Hermione was biting her thumb nail, a sign she was struggling to remember something. She agonized over the name "Li'say" and was sure she heard that name somewhere before. Harry looked between the two, waiting for a response. Then, another occurrence popped into his mind.

"There is something else," Harry said quietly. Hermione looked up at him. "I've been hearing this sound. It's hard to explain, but…it was like…whispering voices."

"You're heard voices before," Ron said. "It was a snake, remember?"

"Yeah, but…" Harry said, hesitating for a bit. "I can understand what snaked are saying when they talk. I couldn't understand these voices. They just keep talking over themselves in some weird language."

"How many times have you heard it?" Hermione asked, looking alarmed.

"Twice," Harry whispered.

"What happened after you head the voices?"

"Nothing."

"Strange voices, a weird language, and someone named Li'say," Hermione muttered to herself, biting her nail again. "I know I've heard of Li'say somewhere before…"

"Right, you can look for him later," Ron said, looking at his watch. "For now, let's go eat."

For the rest of the day, Hermione flipped through every book she owned, looking for the name Li'say. During their lunch hour, Hermione dragged Ron and Harry to the library as soon as they finished eating. The boys took the chance to catch up on their homework, while Hermione searched through the shelves of books. Stacks of rejected books lay scattered across the table as she skimmed through the pages of one thick book after another at lighting fast speeds.

"Oh, I know I read his name somewhere! Why, why can't we every find who we're looking for quickly?" Hermione whined in her frustration.

"It's our destiny to look long and hard for the one's we seek. They will only show themselves to us when we least expect it," Ron said mysteriously.

"Ah ha! I found him!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly.

"Or not." Ron said, rolling his eyes. He tossed his paper aside and scooted closer to her.

"Here, let me read it. ' Among a certain ancient group of wizards, Li'say is one of the most well known names. He was well known for his mastery of Legilimency and Occlumency, as well as the healing arts and battle prowess. Li'say was considered to be the wisest and noblest of his faction. He…' Well that's funny …"

"What's funny?" Harry said.

"It seems that there was more than one wizard named Li'say." Hermione said, skimming ahead. "It says here that 'Wizards know simply as 'Li'say' has appeared for a short while on several occasions in our written history.' It seems that none of these men are related to one another, but they are all mentioned in the same section. How odd"

"Ancient group of wizards? What does that have to do with anything?" Harry asked.

"A long time ago, when humans discovered they could do magic, they made their own little factions. Most of these factions disappeared with nothing but traces of their old magic left behind," Hermione said. "The theory is, some of the factions that stayed gave rise to the werewolves and vampires. Some say that the even the elves have their roots in a human wizard faction. It might be why the name Li'say keeps showing up. It's a given name from one of the old factions."

"I just wanna know why this Li'say guy is so famous. What makes his name so import that it pops up so many times." Ron said, looking over at the book in Hermione's hands.

"Listen to this. ' Each time Li'say has appeared, he led his force in a great battle that has shaped both the histories in the muggle and magical worlds. The last time a wizard named Li'say appeared was back in the early 1600's, during the Vampire Rebellion. He turned the tides of the war in a single battle and defeated the mighty vampires who were terrorizing the muggle world.'"

"So basically, Li'say is a name given to a guy that has appeared again and again in history, defeating evil with his awesome strength," Ron said. "Shouldn't he be showing up again soon? To fight against You-Know-Who?"

"He's already here." Harry said. He sat back in his chair and stared up at the ceiling. "It's understandable though. About there being more than one guy named Li'say. He said something about earning his namesake."

"But what's he doing in your dreams?" Hermione said, biting her nail again. "It doesn't make any sense."

"Nothing makes sense around me." Harry said gloomily.

Harry: Ah yes, the dream sequence...nothing like a random dream tossed in to add to the mystery...

Trinity: And confusion...and supense...and all that other good stuff...

Harry: I still wants a chocolate bath...

Draco: You can't handle the chocolate bath!