Harry Potter woke up, his eyes wide, listening for the scream. All he heard was silence. He looked at the clock by his bed. It was 5:00 in the morning. Harry threw off his covers, and got dressed. Ron and Hermione would be there in fifteen minutes.

As he was waiting, he thought about the dream. The last dream he had that was like that was two years ago; the dream about Voldemort...The one that caused Sirius to be killed. He dragged his trunk down the stairs, and wondered who he could tell that wouldn't take him as a loon. Sirius and Dumbledore were dead.

Harry felt his heart jump into his throat.

Who else was there? Ron and Hermione might make too much of it, who was there? Who...?

Remus! He might understand that. No, not this. Remus had enough to worry about. Harry sighed, and sat down on the couch, his feet resting on his trunk. He heard a bang, and there was the sound of running footsteps. Familiar voice rang out.

"Harry? Mate are you there?"

Harry laughed despite hisself. "Yeah Ron. I'm here."

He walked over and unlocked the door. Ron and Hermione were standing there, holding hands.

'So it has happened..' "Hello. Let me get my trunk," Harry said, gesturing for them to come on in.

"I'll get it mate," Ron said, going in for it.

"It's in the sitting room," Harry said as Ron went to get it. Hermione coughed. She had been unusually quiet, despite the absence of a book.

"Hi. I know what you are thinking, and no." Hermione said rather rapidly.

"And what was I thinking?" Harry said smiling.

"That Ron and I are going out. We're not. I had fallen, and he had helped me up." Hermione had a slightly worried look on her face. "Something's wrong, Harry. What happened?"

Harry looked at her, and he realized that she meant something was wrong with him.

"Hermione, you're too smart for your own good." Harry sat on the stoop, and retold of his dream.

Hermione's face grew paler. "Harry, I wish that we had someone to tell, someone who would understand what it meant."

"You're good enough." Harry smiled. "How's Ginny? Is she ok?"

"She's good. She misses you a lot though." Harry turned around to see Ron. "Why'd you break up with her?"

"Damn noble reasons. If she wouldn't get hurt, then I would've never done that." Harry said, his face now drawn, and sadder than Ron and Hermione had ever seen.

"Let's go home." Harry said suddenly.