Fun Fact: Harry and Henry are so used to acting like twins, that occasionally, they will say things in unison and know each other so well, they can finish one anothers sentences.

(Henry POV)

As November came at us, it brought with it a very cold frost. The mountains around the school became icy gray and the lake became like chilled steel. Every morning the ground was covered in frost and we could see Hagrid from the upstairs windows defrosting broomsticks on the Quidditch field, bundled up in a long moleskin overcoat, rabbit fur gloves, and enormous beaverskin boots.

More excitingly, The Quidditch season had begun. On Saturday, Harry would be playing in his first match after weeks of training: Slytherin versus Gryffindor. If Slytherin won, we would move up into second place in the house championship.

Not many had seen Harry or Jakoba play though, because both Wood and Flint were keeping them very secret indeed, so the prospect of seeing how two first year seekers would fly against one another was something that kept the schools chatter going for ages and though he acted annoyed with all the attention, I think secretly, my brother really enjoyed it.

Also lucky for him, he had Urie, Draco and I as friends, because with three morning practices every week, my cousin kept falling asleep after dinner and forgetting to do his homework, which I would help him finish the next morning before classes started, or after school. It was on one of these evenings, that we were sitting in the frosty air outside — because whenever we tried to study inside the nice warm castle, Harry would fall asleep — and discussing an essay we had to complete by the next day,, when we saw Snape limping toward the castle and stopped.

He looked really hurt and glancing at my brother, I saw he was thinking really hard. "He's up to something." He muttered and I nodded. Ever since we'd seen him heading for the third floor Corridor on Halloween night, Harry and I had been rather suspicious of Snape and keeping a close eye on him, though sometimes we were more subtle.

"Do you think he's gone into the forbidden forest?"

Harry shook his head, "I don't know, but let's see where he's going." Standing up, we slowly packed up our books, giving our Head of House time to get inside, then following after him, we caught the front doors before they could close and waited a few seconds before entering the castle.

It was so much warmer in here that I tried not to audibly sigh when my skin burned softly from the warmth. Watching Snape go up the stairs, we followed him, until we saw him enter the staff room. "Maybe he's just gone in to see a teacher?" I suggested and Harry thought for a moment before shaking his head.

"Let's at least go see what he's doing." He pushed the door ajar and peered inside – and sucked in a breath. Crouching low, I peered in and gaped as a horrible scene fell into place before my eyes.

Snape and Filch were inside, alone. Snape was holding his robes above his knees. One of his legs was bloody and mangled. Filch was handing Snape bandages.

"Blasted thing," Snape was saying. "How are you supposed to keep your eyes on all three heads at once?"

I moved away from the door quietly and attempting to do the same, Harry tried to shut the door quietly, but — "DARKEN!" Snape's face was twisted with fury as he dropped his robes quickly to hide his leg. Harry gulped and pushed the door open. As I stood there, horror-struck, I tried to make an excuse for why we were there but Snape yelled at us to leave, so turning, we did so as quickly as possible.

"He was trying to get past that monster?!" I said as we ran down to the dungeons, where we threw ourselves at the blank stone wall that would lead to the common room, said the password, then ran through before the thing had even finished opening.

"What's down there that's so important!?" Harry said as soon as we sat down and I shook my head. "I don't know, but we need to find out, because whatever it is, if he's willing to get mangled for it, it's something that I bet Dumbledore wouldn't want stolen."

"Who's stealing what now?" I jumped about a foot in the air and turning, I saw Urie and Draco sitting on a couch and staring at us. We obviously hadn't made sure the common room was empty before blurting stuff out and I cursed us internally. I hadn't said anything to them already for a reason.

"It's nothing…" I tried, but both of them crossed their arms as they came over and sat down. I looked at Harry and with a shrug, he nodded at me, so we began to tell them what we knew so far about the trap door in the third floor corridor, the three headed dog and as we came to a finish, I added, "I wonder if Professor Snape let the troll in on Halloween so he could have a go at the three headed dog, then…"

I glanced at my friends and saw that both looked absolutely dumbstruck, which caused me to grin a little. "Keep this between us." I looked specifically at Draco. "No snitching, no writing home, no telling mummy or daddy, no—"

"I wasn't going to." He said defensively, his face pink. "It sounds like an awesome adventure if I'm being quite honest."

"Cool, then you guys might be able to help." I said. "We need to figure out what that dog is guarding.

Before we could figure it out however, I had to deal with getting detention the next day, because apparently, I was talking too loud in Potions and then when I complained that we had to talk to our partners to get the partnered assignment done, I was given the detention, which I had to complete that night with Professor Quirrell.

I was so angry as I headed for the Defense Against the Dark Arts that my poor brother seemed even to be eager to get away from me and get to a last minute practice Flint had called him to.

When he left and I stood there, alone, outside the classroom, I closed my eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Everything was fine, at least Professor Snape hadn't taken any points from our house. Then again, this wasn't fair either, but I'd talk to dad later and get his opinion. He seemed to make things better last time, then again… he was really busy and I hated bothering him.

I shook my head as the door to the classroom was opened and Professor Quirrell let me in and told me to sit down. Tonight wouldn't be too hard, he assured me, and I agreed when I found out that all I had to do was read and copy the school handbook.

I quickly changed my mind when I realized how boring doing this was.

How in the world had Hermione Granger read and memorized this entire thing!? Thirty minutes in and my head was dropping ever so slowly from my hand to the desk. The last thing I remember seeing before falling asleep, was Professor Quirrell grading papers.

Then I was no longer on my seat, but… where was I?

I was..?

Nowhere?

And everywhere?

I was aware of my body, my brain, my soul and most importantly, I was aware of my thoughts. Though broken and confusing, I couldn't help but notice that I was much smaller than I remembered being, but wherever I was, it was warm and comforting. I would grow eventually.

I closed my eyes.

Had they even been open?

I felt a jolt of cold, like ice stabbing through me and hen I tried to open my eyes and scream, I couldn't.

So I flailed and I fought.

Then I seemed to teleport and I was warm again, but I no longer felt nowhere. I was obviously somewhere, with someone… were they holding me?

I felt very sleepy, but even still, I could hear the voices around me as they spoke.

"Sariah, he is not your baby. He belongs to The Dark Lord and you knew that when you got pregnant with him." The voice was gravelly and low, as if he'd been smoking for a few years.

"I know Parker, but I love him so much." The voice was soft and full of so much sorrow, so much grief, so much emotion that I couldn't comprehend it. It came from somewhere nearby and I wondered if that was the same voice I'd heard in the nothingness.

"If you want a baby of your own, I can give you one."

A sob escaped the woman's lips and I felt suddenly drops of water pierce the warmth on my face. Salty and cool, I wondered if I was near the ocean or if those were tears. I got my answer when I was suddenly yanked forcefully and the woman shrieked in protest.

I woke suddenly, with a start, gasping for breath as I did. When I looked at the clock, I saw that I'd only been out for twenty minutes, but what disturbed me more is when I looked at Quirrell. He was staring at me with such intensity, I couldn't help but stare back and suddenly, I realized that my wall wasn't up.

I stood fast and grabbed my bag. "I just remembered." I said in a rush as I headed for the door, "My father needed to see me… um, right now." With that, I threw open the door and bolted from the room, running as fast as I could until I reached the Slytherin common room.

I'd just had a nightmare.

A nightmare that I hadn't had in ages.

I sat down in a chair and put my sweaty face in my hands. What was I going to do? Had Quirrell read my mind? Did he even know Legilimency? If he did, could he possibly know about Harry? Maybe, but probably not. I hadn't been dreaming about Harry, so maybe he only saw the discombobulated things that I'd dreamt about and maybe he was just as weirded out as I am. Maybe he had just been worrying about me.

Letting out a breath through pursed lips, he ran my fingers through my sweaty hair and sat back in my seat. "Okay." I said quietly. "Okay." Everything would be okay, there was no need to freak out. Plus, if Quirrell said anything, people might just assume he's lying. Yeah, honestly, I was probably freaking out over nothing.

Letting out a breath to clear my mind, I looked at the clock and smiled when I realized that I'd gotten out of detention almost an hour early. With this discovery, I stood to go see if I couldn't catch the last little bit of my cousin's practice. Everything would be alright, as long as I never looked Quirrell in the eyes again.