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Original A/N: Thanks to MaeSilverpaws1, who is beta-ing this story.

Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Two

After Vision

"Harry?! What the hell is going on?!" Ron asked. It wasn't the first time he had asked Harry that question but as Ron just stood there listening to Harry talk to Sirius through the mirror saying that Ron's dad had just been attacked; he demanded an answer this time. It seemed like Ron had just said goodnight to Hermione, she had him almost feeling better after what happened that day with being kicked off the Quidditch team. Still, Ron didn't quite believe that it had really happened when he had lie down in his bed. The next thing he knew Harry was screaming. Ron had expected to see someone in the room trying to attack his friend, as it sounded like a struggle was going on, but what he actually saw seemed to be worse.

Harry was threshing in his bed, pain obvious in his expression, and he was sweaty and pale. Ron wasn't really sure what to do, but he knew he couldn't let Harry continue to sleep. It took him awhile to shake Harry awake, the dream, or whatever it was that Harry was in, seemed to be holding him inside his own mind. Then Harry woke up and said "your dad."

Ron felt chilled to the bone, knowing before Harry even tried to explain that something was terribly wrong. This wasn't just some dream … this was real. That was the first time he had asked what happened, after Harry was sick all over the other side of his bed, but Harry didn't answer him.

"I need to talk to someone now!" Harry said, his voice was quivering with need. "We have to hurry!"

"What's going on?" Ron asked again, now he realized that wasn't helpful, but he was panicking, too. He still was, as a matter of fact.

"Attack … I … it attacked …" Harry said and then he stopped, and then darted for his bed, reached inside his drawer and pulled out his two-way mirror. "Sirius!" he called at that mirror and keep repeating the name until he got an answer. Ron listen closely as his friend explained what happened; the other boys in the room were looking at Harry oddly, at a loss to what was going on.

Harry looked at him after his last question, his friend seemed to relax considerably after talking to Sirius, but he was still on edge. "We have to get to Dumbledore's office."

Ron nodded his head, though he wanted to ask his question again 'what's going on', he thought going to Dumbledore was probably a good idea. They barely got out of the common room when they heard someone calling after them.

"Potter … Weasley, what are you two doing out?!" McGonagall asked sternly.

Harry explained, starting off with him dreaming which didn't seem to impress McGonagall much, but once he was finished the old witch mouth was thin and she looked worried. She didn't say much, but she did lead them to the head master's office, her presences made Ron more nervous.

When they got to the office, Harry had to explain again what he had seen, going into more detail with the headmaster than he did with anyone else. It made Ron impatient to listen to this again. He wanted to know what was going on, he wanted to know that his dad was okay. Though he believed completely in what Harry saw, he wanted Dumbledore to tell them that it was just a dream and Harry had overreacted.

"Hm …" Dumbledore said after Harry was finished. The old man was obviously thinking about all the aspect of what he was hearing. "It was good of you to contact Sirius; he would know where Arthur is … still it would be best if we make sure that he is being helped."

Those last words were repeating in Ron's head. His dad needed help … he might not be getting what he needed … his dad had really been attacked and he needed help.

Dumbledore was talking to his portraits, Ron noticed that a few of them disappeared, but he had no idea what was going on. He also noticed that McGonagall had left some time ago but he couldn't make sense of anything. At least until one of the portraits came back and started talking.

"Sirius has been admitted into St. Mungo's …" the portrait of Dilys started.

"Sirius! What happened to Sirius?" Harry gasped his panic back to maximum.

"Do you know what happened?" Dumbledore asked Dilys.

"All I know is that the head of a snake was on his arm while he was brought in," Dilys answered.

Dumbledore's eyes widen at that before he controlled himself. "And Mr. Weasley …?"

"I have not seen him yet, but the man that had been with Sirius said that Emmeline Vance was helping another man that had been attacked by the snake," Dilys said. "I shall go back there now, but I thought you would want to be informed about this."

"Thanks you," Dumbledore said and the portrait disappeared. Dumbledore said something else, but Ron couldn't listen to him. He watched as Harry sat in a chair, his body was shaking at the news that Sirius was now in life threatening danger too. Ron felt bad for him … for Sirius … but he couldn't do more as he still didn't know how his dad was.

"Harry! What's going on?" a new voice said and Ron looked up to see that Fred, George and Ginny were all there.

Dumbledore was the one that answered Ginny's question as Harry held his head.

"Arthur has arrived," Dilys said, and Ron noticed that the portrait looked worried. "He was taken to the emergence room right away."

"Thank you," Dumbledore said to Dilys again, and then turned to them. "If you would all come here, I have a portkey that will take you to Grimmauld Place."

"Grimmauld … but we need to go to St. Mungo's," Fred said.

"It would not be wise for you to go to St. Mungo's at this time," Dumbledore said gravely, "but you will be closer and will have a place where you can wait in peace."

No one argued any farther as they reached out to touch the portkey.

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Harry couldn't remember having a longer night in his life. He had felt sick after his vision where he had been the snake that had attacked Mr. Weasley. Things just got worse once he got to Dumbledore's office and he learned that Sirius had been severally hurt as well. When they got to Grimmauld Place, Remus was waiting for them by the floo, along with Harry's dad, looking very agitated and rocking in his seat. Remus walked over to Harry and put his arm around Harry's shoulder, which actually got him to relax.

It wasn't until Emmeline came an hour later that there was any feel of actual relief in the room. She told them that due to the fact that they had the snake's head, the Healers were able to identify the venom quicker and were now giving both men the antidote. Sirius was already awake and healing up nicely and should be out of the hospital the next day. Mr. Weasley on the other hand would take longer as he had been bitten more severally and had lost a lot of blood. Still, the Healers were hopeful that he would recover within the week.

Now that Harry didn't have to worry about Sirius and Mr. Weasley's safety, his thoughts rested on the vision he had. How was it possible that he had been the snake in that dream? What had Dumbledore meant when he said 'but in essences divided'? Had he been the one to attack … was it really him.

"What are you thinking?" Ron asked his friend as they walked up to the room they shared, as everyone had decided to get some sleep (though no one believed they themselves would be able to sleep after what happened today).

"Nothing," Harry lied.

"You said you were the snake," Ron pressed, not letting Harry brush him off.

"How did you know I was thinking about that …?"

"You've got that guilty look on your face," Ron explained.

There was a long silence as Harry wondered if he should say anything or not. Before he really made his decision he was talking, "it felt like I was attacking him myself …"

Ron winched. "It wasn't you Harry, you were threshing around in bed … it took me five minutes to wake you."

"How was I the snake?" Harry asked him, "It's usually Voldemort …"

"Look, I don't know Harry," Ron said, "I can't explain any of this crap any more than you, but it wasn't you. It was one of your vision thingies and you just saved Dad's life. You don't get to feel all crappy about that now."

"Okay," Harry said actually smiling. "Thanks man."

They didn't say anything as they climb the rest of the way up the stairs and then made their way to bed. Harry was starting to feel better, until his scar burn with pain.

"Argh," Harry groaned, putting his hand on his head.

"Harry!" Ron gasped, jumping out of his bed in a flash, "shite, not again … I'll go get Remus."

He was gone as Harry held his scar, he was incredibly angry but it wasn't his anger that he was feeling.

"Harry," Remus said, he was in the room holding Harry's shoulder. "You need to relax … I know that's hard right now … but …"

Harry opened his eyes looking at Remus and knew what he was trying to say. If he was able to relax he would be able to use Occlumency, but that was a lot easier said than done. He felt like throwing a tantrum, yelling off his anger … but again he knew those weren't his feeling. He took a deep breath and worked on clearing his mind until the ache in his scar dulled and he was himself again.

"There you go, Harry," Remus said, he tried to sound optimistic, but he was pale and obviously worried about everything that happened today.

"He's angry, Remus," Harry said. "He knows about his snake … he says he wants to kill who's responsible for killing her. Sirius …"

"Don't worry Harry, we have a guard on both Sirius and Arthur," Remus said calmly, "Dumbledore feared this was how Voldemort would react and has taken steps to make sure they were both safe. All you have to worry about right now is keeping your mind closed and relaxed."

"That's easier said than done," Harry grumbled.

Remus sighed and nodded his head. "I know, cub, and I wish I could make this easier on you."

"Why is he so angry about the snake …?" Harry asked a few moments later.

"I'm not sure, but it's clear it was important to him," Remus said. "And it was something that Dumbledore knew would be important to him. It does make you wonder why …" he paused there and then looked at Harry, "but it's not something you should be thinking about now. It won't help you to keep your mind clear and shielded."

"Yeah," Harry agreed, he was starting to think too much and he didn't want his scar to start hurting again. He didn't want to be in anyone else's mind today. Harry didn't want to go to sleep either, as it seemed whenever he did or tried to today, his mind was invaded. "Is Dad okay?"

Remus looked at him closely for a second before he sighed, clearing knowing what Harry was thinking, "he's worried about you and Sirius. It's a lot harder for him to deal with this as his mind shuts in on itself and he can't express himself. I think he'll be okay though, especially when Sirius gets back here."

"I think I'll be better than too," Harry said, and continued to talk to Remus for the rest of the night.