AN: SORRY FOR THE WAIT, BUT STUFF HAS HAPPENED LATELY.

Disclaimer: nutin is mine, everything is J.K.Rowling's.

Chapter 2
Begin to Dream another's Dream


My head slumped to the side and I feel asleep to the "click click" of the train tracks. I don't think Hermione or Ron noticed though. Hermione was reading (of course) and Ron was doing homework he hadn't done during the summer (Divination). I dreamt about the summer, and Mrs. Figg...

"And this, Harry," she said, holding up an old basin, "Is your father's pensive." I looked into the swirling contents and thought about whether or not I should go in. Did I really want to get inside my Dad's mind? Would he really want me seeing his memories? I could tell Mrs. Figg knew what I was thinking, as she took one look at my furrowed brow and said "Go in." With that, I lowered my nose inside and waited for the telltale feeling below my navel. I felt it and fell face forward into the basin's depths...

"Harry!" I awoke from my trance and looked around. Hermione was standing over me in her Hogwarts robes. Ron was dressed too, and blushing at Hermione for some reason. "Harry, we're at school! Hurry up and put your robes on!"

I threw them over my head and grabbed my wand and hat as I headed out the door. Half-way down the train corridor, however, I ran back and checked one more time for the pensieve that was in my trunk. After what I saw this summer, I would need it.

Once I saw that it was safely tucked away, I ran up the corridor to Ron and Hermione. That's a perk of fame, people part the masses for you. After I caught up with Ron, I pulled him away from Hermione and said " Ron! Your redder than your hair! what's wrong!"

"Oh! Nutin... Nothing Harry...." But Ron's eyes still had not left Hermione's.. posterior.

"Ron!" I hissed, trying to keep the laughter out of my voice. "Since when do you have such a thing for Hermione?"

"I do not!" he shouted, going on the defensive at once, planting his fists on his waist "She just said something to me..."

"Ron..." I said with a sly look in my eye, "what did Hermione say?"

"Tell you later," he grumbled as we both stepped off the train and raced up to Hermione.

I heard Hagrid yell, "First Years Over Here!" and was glad to see that whatever Dumbledore had told him to do was safe enough so that he was still alive. Hopefully Snape would still be gone, though. Needless to say, Hagrid's redundant words a comfort, and hell knows there wasn't a lot of that that year.