"Sirius!" Harry yelled into the kitchen of Grimmauld Place as soon as it appeared in front of him. "SIRIUS!"

His knees ached from kneeling on the stone floor twice.

Harry heard footfalls in the kitchen and his stomach leapt.

"Harry?" Sirius said, knitting his eyebrows, appraising Harry's head in his fire.

"Oh thank God," Harry said with a sigh. Relief spread through every inch of him.

"Harry, what's going on?" Sirius said, his voice sharp.

"I... I saw you... Where were you a few minutes ago?"

"Buckbeak hurt himself," Sirius said. "What's going on?" he repeated, a slight growl to his voice.

"I saw Voldemort," Harry said, and Sirius twitched reflexively. "In the Department of Mysteries. He was torturing you. He was going to kill you."

Harry's voice was harsh now, angry at Sirius for putting him through this, though he knew it wasn't his fault.

Sirius knelt in front of the fire. "You saw this?"

"In my head," Harry said. "I had a vision. Like with Mr. Weasley. I guess this time it was a trap," he said bitterly. Hermione had been right, and he had been foolish and brash.

"Harry," Sirius said. "Voldemort wants you to go to the Ministry?"

"I dunno," Harry said. His knees were aching in earnest now, and all he wanted to do was go lie down. His scar was throbbing.

Sirius looked up at the ceiling like there was an answer there. When he turned back to Harry, his face was set.

"Listen," Sirius said softly, with a bit of urgency behind his voice, "Harry, you need to go to Dumbledore, right now, and tell him Voldemort wanted you to go to the Ministry. Did you see anyone else there?"

"Aren't you going to yell at me for not doing Occlumency?" said Harry, unsettled by the shift from normalcy.

"Did you see Death Eaters?" Sirius said.

"No," Harry replied.

"Where are you right now?" Sirius said.

"I'm in Umbridge's office," Harry said.

A slow grin appeared on Sirius's face. "How'd you manage that? Wait, no, go, Harry, go to Dumbledore right now, he'll know what this means --"

"You think Voldemort's at the Ministry? The Department of Mysteries?" Harry said.

"I don't know," Sirius said, and something dark flashed in his eyes.

"Okay," Harry said, and pulled his head out of the fire.

The room swam before his eyes for a minute, and then Ron, Draco and Hermione appeared before his eyes. Hermione looked worried sick. Draco looked very nettled at Ron's wand still being pointed at his chest. Ron also had Draco by the sleeve, and he looked at Harry with a mix of expectation and dread.

"He was there," Harry said, and saying it out loud relieved more of the horrible feeling that had been constricting his chest for the last hour.

"Oh, Harry!" Hermione said, and she hugged him so tightly he could hardly breathe for it.

"We need to go to Dumbledore, Sirius said," Harry said when Hermione had released him. "Where are Ginny and Luna?"

"Standing guard," Ron said. "So no one else would come in."

Draco snorted with contempt. Ron shook him roughly again.

"Why..." Hermione said. Then understanding fluttered on her face. "Oh, Harry," she whispered. "There must have been a reason they wanted you down there..."

"They?" Ron said sharply.

"Voldemort," Harry said, and everyone in the room flinched, save for those unconscious, "and... Death Eaters, I guess... I didn't see anyone, though--"

Draco made a convulsive movement that he tried to pass off as a cough, and at that moment, Harry was fairly certain Lucius Malfoy was at the Ministry.

"Let's go," Harry said. Then he raised his wand. "Stupefy!"

He watched as Draco went limp, his grey eyes rolling in their sockets. Ron dropped him (Harry's stomach tightened slightly with guilt, and he wished momentarily that he could have caught Draco) and they left Umbridge's office. Ron made sure to kick Umbridge in the head a little on their way out.

The trip to Dumbledore's was worrying, as they looked very suspicious. At first, Ginny and Luna had insisted on coming with them, but Harry had thanked them quickly for keeping lookout and Hermione had said it would be less conspicuous if Ginny and Luna just went back to their respective common rooms.

"Here we are," Harry panted, skidding to a stop in front of the stone gargoyle. "Er..."

"Fizzing Whizbee," Hermione said, and it opened.

"Harry, I think you should go," Ron said. "You're the one who saw it, and... we're just going to get in trouble, Snape's going to come along --"

Hermione nodded and she and Ron were gone.

Harry slipped in, up the spiral staircase, and knocked on the door.

"Enter."

Harry did so.

Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, looking over various papers. He looked up and surveyed Harry with a mildly bemused expression.

"Sir," Harry said. "Sirius told me to see you."

Dumbledore looked even more bemused, but he disguised it well. "Sit down, please, Harry."

Harry sat and told Dumbledore everything, from the moment he had fallen asleep in the History of Magic OWL onward. Dumbledore nodded occasionally and didn't look Harry in the eyes very much, which stirred the bitterness he had been nursing the entire year.

Dumbledore held up a hand when Harry reached the part about the glass balls lining the shelves. His face went very blank right then, and he glanced at his Pensieve.

When Harry finished, he muttered, "You don't think... I've been having these dreams all year, Professor, I think... I don't think he was just using it... I think he wanted me down there -- I mean, I got the feeling Voldemort was there."

Dumbledore did not smile or speak. He only inclined his head a tiny bit.

"Harry," he said quietly, "I suggest you go back to your common room."

"But sir," Harry said.

"Harry, I understand you would like to know what's going on," Dumbledore said, "and I assure you that I will do my best to illuminate you at a later time, but at this moment, please go back to the common room. If you have any more dreams, please go to Professor McGonagall."

Harry sat there, his scar burning and his stomach turning. "Why can't I come to you?"

"I am afraid," Dumbledore said, standing up, his white beard flowing like silk over his robes, "that I may be unavailable for the next few hours."

He smiled at Harry, though he only met his eyes for a moment, and Harry stood up as well, and turned to leave.

A/N: Decided to break this up into two parts.