A/N: Yes, I am back with a vengeance! Ohh, Harry is in love, methinks. Hey, just to let you know..(little history lesson) Osiris is the Egyptian guardian of the underworld. Makes you think, doesn't it?


Night fell like jet black ink, engulfing the school. Harry's head was filled with thoughts and incomplete phrases, not allowing the peace of the dark to enter in. The icy winter gusts had filled every corner of his room, but in his mind it was summer. He could only vaguely recall the heat that emanated from the streets and houses, the sunshine that beat down upon every soul.
He collapsed upon his four-poster bed in depression and unease. Still his mind was swimming in images of a jubilant girl tossing her flaming hair in the salty breeze of the ocean. He slowly awakened from his meditation, musing to himself in the darkness.
He would not be able to envision his treasure for much longer. If the Thought Police, part of THEIR ministry, he would likely be reprogrammed and transferred. He felt he owed it to her to cloud her from his mind.
Harry lay awake for most of the night. He made sure he was the first of his classmates to leave the common room. He ventured out into the sparkling white hallways only after he had heard the echo of footsteps die out in the distance. Nothing surrounded him. For once, he was enveloped in complete solitude and serenity; he could only hear the sporadic thumping of his heart. No cameras or wizards floated in this area, there was only Harry and the white tiled floor.
Suddenly, a tiny noise pricked up Harry's ears. He could hear someone or something coming closer to him, trying to be secretive and silent. Reaching for his wand, Harry found the folds of his cloak empty. To late, he recollected the day the liege had banned all use of magic by any commoner. Unarmed, he turned to meet his ultimate fate, and found that he was alone in the hallway.
"Ha! Tricked you!" whispered a giggling voice from behind Harry. He whipped his body around and found himself looking at the girl from his dreams.
"Harry! I'm glad you came down here. We need to talk."
"Yes," he was only able to mumble. He followed her to the edge of the corridor, where no one would be able to view them by camera.
"I know you are probably confused, Harry. You don't have to try and understand, just let everything come to you. You are like us, you know that this isn't how life has always been. I know that you still are strong and can remember the past." The words fell from her lips like raindrops, pooling in Harry's mind. He knew what she was saying, yet he could not forsake his government. He knew he did not love Voldemort's liege; the only one he loved was Ginny.
"Come with us, Harry!" she was almost pleading, tugging on his loose sleeve. Her bright eyes once again filled with warm, salty tears, her voice showing the pain she had felt from life.
"Yes." With one word, Harry could feel his dreams and wants escaping out to the open. He knew he was not strong enough to face anyone, let alone the powerful and all-knowing Death Eaters. Every morning when Harry rose, he could see his hollow face reflecting from the looking-glass, pale and emotionless. He had empty eyes and a blank forehead, no thoughts showing on the outside. He had often pondered why he could not be stronger, and now Ginny was asking him to run away and join the Brotherhood, perhaps.
The Brotherhood was the only organization that was fighting Voldemort's rule. After the fall of the premier, Albus Dumbledore, all young men who followed his ideals had united and begun their attack. No one knew if the Brotherhood existed anymore; no one seemed strong enough to fight.
Ginny seemed to understand his sorrowful thoughts and clutched his hand to her chest.
"Listen to me, Harry. Come here tomorrow, and we can be free." With that, she dropped his icy hand, stroked his cheek and fled through the hallway.
"No worries."
Harry continued on in the day, mechanically following his routine. When he was not at his Transfigurations class, he worked as a scribe and messenger for the New Order. He worked in an enclosed cubicle next to Ronald, the brother of his Ginny. They were nothing alike, Ronald had a strong allegiance to the New Order, working as a translator. THEY had taken away all languages escape for English, which THEY had shortened until it only contained a few descriptive words.
Harry often spent hours watching Ronald. He believed Ronald knew too much about the past of the New Order, and that one day THEY would "reprogram" him. Harry had seen it happen before. Innocent people who just happen to know about the past were taken away and never seen again. Harry did not care much for Ronald, but he still felt it at heart. He knew nothing of politics and of freedom, but he knew that THEY were wrong.