A/n: If it's in bold it's Sirius's thoughts, the italics symbolize telepathing, and read author's note at the end.

Chapter 5: Dreams

Life at Privet Drive, and the Dursleys served only one purpose for Sirius Black, or Shadow as the Dursleys called him, they kept Harry safe from Voldemort. Otherwise it was torture, the Dursleys tried to kick him when Harry wasn't looking, but that was nothing compared to what they did to Harry.

"I'm fine, really," Harry said as he split his small dinner with Sirius. "How many times have you asked me that? Ten thousand?"

Yeah, sure, and if you're fine then I'm the Queen of England, Sirius nudged the plate back to Harry, they were eating in Harry's room.

"Whatever you say, your Majesty," Harry pushed it back. Then he got to his feet, and flopped down on the bed, throwing a pillow over his eyes. Washing, and waxing the Dursleys' three cars could really kill you. Not to mention rotating the tires.

Harry, what will I do with you? Sirius thought as he watched Harry flex his sore fingers, and massage the cuts. He silently leapt onto the bed, and licked the new cut on Harry's arm.

"Hey, that tickles! Bad Shadow, "Harry said, then quietly added. "The Dursleys usually aren't this bad, they're just in a mood, it'll pass. It's been taking thirteen years, but it will pass." The dog layed next to his godson in silent agreement. Harry yawned.

Get some sleep. You had a long day.

The sun had only gone down two hours ago, and the Dursley were sure to think up some idiotic chore for him to do like wash every dish in the house, including Aunt Petunia's plate collection, "But the . . . "

Don't worry about the Dursleys, I'll keep watch, Sirius jumped down, and slipped out the door.

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The soft snoring from inside the room put Sirius's mind at ease for the moment as he layed in front of the closed door. Maybe I'll get a little shut eye too. Just as he was dozing off, what felt like a rabid rhinoceros came charging up the stairs. Oh, no, that's probably Dudley. Yep, I'm right.

Dudley stopped outside Harry's room, "I wonder what the freak is doing?" He reached out to kick the door, (so much easier than knocking, and more annoying too.)

Step back tubby, Sirius let out a low growl.

"Dumb dog, ain't got no brains, move you dumb mutt," Dudley sneered.

I'm surprised you have the brain powder to speak, and by the way I'm not moving, Sirius growled a little louder.

"He's sleeping! How lazy can you get?"

At least he works unlike you, and he has a right to be tired! Are you retarded? I said that I'm not moving!

"What's with you?" Dudley said. " I said move!" Sirius stayed where he was. "Only a crazed mutt would make friends with Potter, I'm talking to a dog! I'm becoming just as crazy as Potter, I bet his godfather is crazy too." Sirius let out a sharp bark at this. " I'm out of here," Dudley waddled off, but not before trying to kick Sirius, who ducked nimbly out of the way.

After Dudley had left, Sirius began to wander around the hall, never straying too far from Harry's door. Aunt Petunia, and Uncle Vernon came up shortly after midnight to see that "damn dog" asleep outside their nephew's bedroom door.

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"Wormtail, now how close is Potter to Black?" Voldemort asked, twirling his wand between his skeleton like fingers.

"As close as James was to him, maybe even closer," Wormtail said fearfully.

"Good, very good, take Potter's beloved godfather away, and he would come after him."

"I'm sure he would, Potter would do anything for Black, and Black would do likewise for Potter," a horrid smile came across Wormtail's face.

"It won't be that easy," Lucius Malfoy muttered. "If Wormtail's information is correct, and Black can turn into a dog, he probably is always with the boy."

"Let's just see how much Black cares for the boy, Shadious!" Voldemort pointed his wand at a scar on his arm.

"He'll brake it," Wormtail snarled.

"Of course," Voldemort smiled a cruel smile. "The Eye will soon be mine."

"Then what?" Malfoy demanded.

"If we use, the right bait Black will be easy to option, but it can't be Potter just yet," Voldemort said. "Soon, Black will be able to join James, and Lily Potter in hell."

"No!"

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"No!"

Sirius woke with a start. Someone had screamed in their sleep, Harry. Harry's nightmares meant one thing, Voldemort.

He entered Harry's room to see him thrashing about, screaming, "No!" again.

"C'mon, Harry wake up. Harry, it's only a dream," Sirius (in human form) shook Harry. "Harry!"

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"No!" Harry screamed again. He felt someone in was room with him, calling his name. He had to get to this person. Sirius. His eyes shot open, he knew they were open, but all he saw was darkness. "Sirius!"

"Harry, are you okay?" Sirius's voice shot through the darkness.

I can't see him, Harry thought. This darkness wasn't the fuzzy nighttime darkness he experienced when he didn't have his glasses on. This was worse. The kind of darkness that makes you feel as if you have never seen the light of day. As if you would never see it again, as if there was no way out. There was no way out. "Sirius, help."

"What? What's wrong?"

A strip of light broke through the endless darkness. "I don't know! I can't see!"

"Voldemort," he heard Sirius growl. Another strip of light broke through.

"Keep talking," Harry gasped. Something hit Harry, a creature within the darkness.

"What?!"

"Please, there's something here with me," Harry begged. The creature was coming closer.

Harry's eyes rolled over white, except where there should have been white there was black. Completely black, except for three small white dots. "Oh my God!" Sirius gasped, as soon as the words left his mouth a fourth white dot appeared. "For the love of Merlin, what the hell is going on?" Fifth white dot. "Harry, can you hear me?"

"Yes," came the faint reply.

Having no idea what to talk about, Sirius talked about the only thing he could think of, Quidditch. Slowly, the flecks of white got larger. "Harry, can you see anything?"

"A little," Harry said in a small voice. The creature was coming closer.

That was not Harry's voice, or at least Sirius had never heard him so . . . helpless. "Ever hear of the three-and- a- half second capture of the Snitch by Roderick Plumpton? No? Okay, it was a hot July day in 1921 . . . "

The darkness was dulling, with every sentence another strip of light shot through, Sirius became clearer, but the creature also came nearer. Harry now knew what it felt like to be blind, completely helpless, surrounded in darkness. Alone. No one can understand how you feel, how you feel so trapped. Trapped alone in the darkness. Oh, what he wouldn't give at that moment to be a normal wizard. Suddenly a flash of white light blinded him, and he saw everything clearly, Sirius, his room, and the creature. A black skull made of mist rose up, mouth wide. It was the most horrible thing in the world, like death itself, but worse. Sirius pulled Harry close to him, away from the skull. Sirius was muttering a rune in a language that Harry couldn't decipher. The skull gave an all mighty scream, before vanishing.

"You okay?" Sirius asked, he was out of breath, and looked as careworn as he did the night of the third task.

"Yeah," Harry's voice was shaky, he could see normally again, nice, and blurry. He put his glasses on. "What was that thing?"

"Hamunaptra," Sirius whispered. "It was thought to be a myth, an ancient Egyptian myths, during Voldemort's old reign, he used them to enter people dreams, and trap them there."

"But couldn't it be broken, like you broke it?"

"Yes, and no. It can be broken easily, but only a wizard can break it, understand?" Harry shook his head. "Muggles can't hear it, you could be screaming your head off, and a Muggle who was standing right next to you would think that you were just dreaming."

"So if you were married to a Muggle, you would just be stuck in the darkness forever?" Harry couldn't believe this. It was inhuman. "But what happens during the day if you're trapped in the darkness?"

"You go about your business as usual, no one notices any difference, by then the Hamunaptra has already taken over your brain."

"I-it kills?"

"No, it's like you're always afraid, afraid of everything, your family, your friends, it makes you think that they are the evil, the threat not Voldemort."

"It's like the Imperius curse," Harry murmured.

"The Imperius curse controls you, the Hamunaptra makes you afraid, it makes you want to join Voldemort, you think he's the way to not being afraid. If he kills your family, and friends you'd be safe. That's how he killed some of the oldest wizarding families," Sirius said gravely. "And once Voldemort lets them out of the darkness, the person having realized what they have don't they kill themselves."

Harry stayed quiet. The dream before the darkness came, Voldemort was after Sirius.

"What did you see in the dream?" Sirius asked. Harry really didn't want to answer, but Sirius had a way of getting people to talk about things they normally keep secret.

"Voldemort, Lucius Malfoy, and Wormtail,"Harry began. "They were talking about some Eye thing, and a bunch of other stuff."

"Stuff?" Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Like what kind stuff?"

"Do I really have to say?"

"Do you really need to ask that question?"

"Voldemort is after you," Harry said miserably. Harry knew that Sirius would be in great danger, Sirius would have more chance of survival in he went into hiding.

"Well, that's nothing new, but what really bothers me is the Eye you mentioned," Sirius said.

"What?" Harry asked in disbelief. "You're staying?"

"Of course I'm staying, I'm not afraid of Voldemort, he can rot in hell for all I care," Sirius said in a cocky voice.

"I wish he would," Harry said.

"Join the club. The Eye on the other hand is something that we should be worried about, because we don't know what it is, or how it can be used."

"Do you think that paper Dumbledore want's me to read has something to do with it?"

"Maybe, I'm guessing this Eye is a source of power, but it just doesn't make sense, what is he going to do pluck out his victims eyeballs?" Sirius, (who had been pacing, yet again) flopped down next to Harry. "What time is it?"

"4:25," Harry glanced at the clock.

"Knowing the Dursleys they'll have you up at the crack of dawn, go back to sleep," Sirius sighed. Harry shrugged, and went back to sleep. Sirius stayed for awhile watching him sleep, just incase the Hamunaptra returned. "Sweet dreams, Harry." Sirius left the room quietly, and turned back into Padfoot. We are in deep trouble.

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Thanks to reviewers.

Sirius: Why am I always pacing? All I do is pace!

Whisperer: Well, what do you want to do Moonwalk?

Sirius: It's better then pacing!

Whisperer: Let me see you Moonwalk. (Sirius proceeds to Moonwalk, and trips over my backpack, and almost falls)

Harry: Maybe we should stick to pacing.

Whisperer: Good idea

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry, Sirius, Voldemort, Malfoy, or anything that is recognizable JKR does. I do own Telepathics, the Hamunaptra curse, the Eye, and my backpack. Everyone owns the image of Sirius Moonwalking!

Ten thousand points goes to anyone who knows what Hamunaptra really is!!!!