A/N: Ok, ok, ok.... i know that some of you told me off when it came to the "r/r and I'll put the next chapter up" but i was writing it fast, k? Sorry about that. BTW, this will end in another postion like the first chapter...



"Who, WHO?" asked Ron more urgently. His face became more anxious every second. "Tell before we burst!"

"It sounded like..... Dumbledore," Harry said, slowly.

"Well, maybe he's nearby..." replied Ron, hopefully.

"Not possible. If it was, we'd hear him, too. Not just Harry," said Hermione, in a very superior tone. "What did he say, Harry?"

"Er.... he said....," paused Harry. What Dumbledore said was replaying in his mind, but he wasn't sure how to say it. "Er, he said....um, Run, Run, I say! Taylor, I know where to go... it's very important.... Voldemort has no chance to get you...."

"REALLY?"
they both shouted. Ron's mouth dropped in surprise.

"You-know-who? Him? Well, he did gain power only 11 months ago.... was the thing you heard recent, Harry?" asked Hermione, showing fright on her face.

Ron was ready to faint. "Impossible.... imposs.... imposs.... impossible!" he stuttered.

"
I dunno if it is recent or not...." Harry said. "Um, let's go to bed, OK? I don't want to go through this all night. It'll probably never happen again. I was feeling depressed.... maybe I was imagining it," reasoned Harry. All he wanted to do is go to bed and forget this ever happened. Leave his concern and misery here and never see it again.... sleep away the pain.

Harry climbed into bed and closed his eyes. His exhaustion carried him into sleep right away.

He had the most unusual dream. He was walking down the same corridor he was walking down when he heard the voice of the invisible Dumbledore. Suddenly, a girl his age walked up to him and said, "Where's Dumbledore? I need to get away from.... you-know-who!"

The girl had light brown hair and peircing green eyes. She seemed scared and lost. Harry wanted to help her, but he didn't know how. He felt like he needed help right now.

Harry shook his head, saying that he had no idea where he was and had no idea how to help her.

Then a voice came out from the distance; a cold, cruel, high voice that had the most chilling laugh imaginable. "Ha, ha, silly girl.... you can't escape me! I see you, I hear your every move.... do not run from me, TAYLOR!"

Harry woke up with a start, drenched in cold sweat, feeling his scar. It was burning even more then the last time, when at the Dursleys in his 4th year.

Harry started to think about the dream, running down that corridor, having that girl come up to him.... she must have been Taylor. He thought harder. Taylor must've known Dumbledore. Maybe Dumbledore tried to save her like he did with my parents, but then maybe she was betrayed. Suddenly, hundreds of question popped into his mind. Why did that whisper come to me and not anyone else? Why did this dream happen? Did Taylor die? Will that happen to me? Maybe something will happen to--

No, No, Harry was being stupid. A dream is a dream, not a real thing. He must have been worked up about the whisper he heard, a whisper that might not even exist! Harry rolled over onto his side, forgetting about the dream, ready to fall asleep.

"Dumbledore, please! This must work! Do not worry about me. Worry about..... Lily and James."