Harry shot out of bed, screeching into the night air, "RON! RON! I HEARD IT AGAIN!"

"wha? Heard what, 'arry?" asked Ron, groggily. Dean, Seamus, and Neville were looking at him, too, wide eyed and full of puzzlement and curiosity.

Harry, feeling embarrassed, quieted his voice some and whispered to Ron, "the voices, the voices ... this time it wasn't the same. A girl was talking..."

Dean was listening into the conversation, "A girl, a girl in here! Which girl? Parvati? Probably.. eh, Harry.. I think she and Lavender have a crush on you!"

Ron, very annoyed, cut him off, "No, no girls from our year. It was er... someone. Shut up, then will you?"

Dean shrugged and fell back asleep.

Ron looked at Harry and asked in a whispered, "So what did the ghost say? Was it that Taylor person?"

"Yes," said Harry, "I think it was. She said, "Dumbledore, please! This must work! Do not worry about me. Worry about..... Lily and James."

Ron's mouth fell open. "Your PARENTS! Wow. That's... er... a bit scary, don't ya think?"

"Yeah, that's exactly what I am thinking." Harry thought harder. This girl knew my parents..... just thinking of my parents is scary.... like a dream that can't come true... no, more like a dream that would be more like a strange new world if it came true. A nightmare. Would Voldemort be alive and in power? Would I be alive?

"Harry... this is too tiring. Let's tell Hermione tomorrow, ok? Night," yawned Ron and quickly fell asleep.

Harry climbed back into his own bed, thinking of the events that happened only 20 minutes ago. The anxiety in his stomach from his problems before increased. He coulfdn't sleep... this was more like a story found in a book, a story that is to twisted to be real. His thoughts made his stomach churn as he thought how his life is identical to that horror story.

Harry woke up and saw the daylight blasting through the windows, and he already felt better. He felt stupid about his thoughts of last night. He overreacted, that's all.

Harry went downstairs for breakfast. Hermione went down and bombarded him with worried questions, and Harry answered them all with, "I overreacted, OK!"

Hermione saw that she was going to upset him, so she quieted down. Praying that last night was the last of these voices, she urged Harry and Ron to Transfiguration class.

"Hurry, hurry, your late, Weasley, Potter, Granger!" snapped Professor MvGonnagall. Harry, Ron, and Hermione muttered quick apologizes and got their homework out.

After an hour and a half, the lesson was over. The Gryffindors raced down to the great hall for lunch. There was a nice display of soups and salads and sandwiches waiting for them, asking to be eaten, so the students hungrily ate them until there was nothing left.

"This day is MUCH better, don't you think, Harry?" asked Hermione, trying to make Harry feel better about yesterday.

"Yeah, I---" Harry started, but was cut off by a very cold and cocky voice that Harry knew too well.

"Well, Potter...heard quite a bit of news about you... having funny turns, hearing, what was it? Voices? Now, now, now... doesn't that sound familiar?" gloated Draco, smiling at Harry with forced innocence.

"Go away, Malfoy," replied Ron, with his teeth gritted. Ron's arm's tightened from anger. Ron's hatred for Malfoy had intensified since Harry last saw them speaking, and Harry doesn't know why.

Malfoy turned to Crabbe and Goyle. "What a prat.... more voices... what a load of...."

He never got to finish his sentence, however, because Ron and Harry both took a swing at him and hit him in the stomach. Malfoy doubled over, completely winded. Crabbe and Goyle hit them both in the back. Ron and Harry retaliated. Ron stepped on Crabbe's toe and Harry poked Goyle in the eye. Malfoy went to slug Harry, but missed completely and hit Goyle in the face. A full out fight broke loose, and all order was lost. Crabbe hit Malfoy, Harry slugged Ron, ("ooh, sorry Ron!") and Goyle repetitively hit himself!

A crowd was gathering. They shouted and cheered for their house and booed for the opposing house. Gasps and screams filled the great hall when one was hit, then cheers when a spectacular dive occured when they were about to be hit. People laughed when Goyle hit himself.

"WHAT IS THIS MESS?" shrieked Professor McGonnagall as she observed the fight scene. "POTTER, WEASLEY, MALFOY, CRABBE, GOYLE! WHAT ON EARTH???? 50 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR AND SLYTHERIAN, EACH AND A WEEK'S WORTH OF DETENTIONS FOR ALL OF YOU! SEE ME TOMORROW MORNING!!"

The crowd broke away and the fight stopped instantly. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle stepped back and ran to the Slytherian table, trying to get away from the blame. Harry and Ron sat down, feeling quite embarressed. They ate their meals in silence, Hermione tut-tutting every so often, and hurried off to the hospital wing.

That day, everyone came up to Ron and Harry congratulating them on beating up Malfoy, which actually cheered them up.

It was late, nearly 8:00, (which was late for Hogwarts these days,) so the boys went up to go to bed. The rest of the students had the same idea. The corridors were deserted. Ron, Harry, and Hermione walked up on the 4th floor, all very tired.

Harry kept on thinking about Taylor, her light brown hair and piercing eyes. He started explaining to Ron and Hermione on what she looked like. They were intriuged to hear about her. She was so beautiful.

"I wish I saw her!" exclaimed Ron. "Consider yourself lucky that you saw her. I hope a beautiful, brown haired, green eyed girl would walk up to me right now!"

Hermione laughed, then gasped. A white fog was coming from the inside of the corridor! They ran closer to see. Very slowly, a girl with... brown hair and... green eyes appeared from the fog. She was transparent, but very beautiful. It was Taylor.

"Harry Potter..." she said, "I have waited for you for many years..."