Disclaimer: I own nothing.  Harry, Hedwig, Severus (as much as I love him), and everyone else, all belong to JKR and whoever else is in the long list of Harry Potter owners.  Tidmag owns the basic plot as he/she (?) gave me the idea for this story.  Also, this is another answer for Severitus' challenge.  This story has no relation to my other story written partly in answer to Severitus' challenge because there is no Saerry (except for yours truly).  I also do not own Lifehouse or their lyrics.

Summary: Fifth year and Harry finds himself changing.  But are they for better or for worse?  And what secret lurks behind these changes?  A secret only Remus Lupin seems to know.

These Dreams

-Saerry Snape-

* Back In Your Cage *

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Catch your breath

Hit the wall

Scream out loud

As you start to crawl

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A tiny orb on Dumbledore's desk flashed red and the old wizard looked at it.  Second later, he was charging down the halls towards the entrance hall.

Someone had jumped off the Astronomy Tower.

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Harry's POV

"Dammit."

I growled a few choice words and pushed myself up off the ground.  Looking back up at the top of the Astronomy Tower, I cursed.

Must've charmed it so anyone who jumped wouldn't kill themselves.  Handy.

I frowned.

But not for me.

Can't I just die?

Why does everyone have to get in my way?

Because they love you, said a little voice in my head.

Love?

I laughed, hard and cold.

Pish and sod.  No one would care if I died.

Well, Voldemort might.  But who cares what he thinks?

I don't.

I sighed.

Maybe I should get back inside.

I turned and walked away from the bottom of the Astronomy Tower.

I never noticed that my glasses were lying crushed in the grass.

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Dumbledore's POV

I arrived at the bottom of the Astronomy Tower and found no body lying on the grass.

Probably recovered and went back inside, I thought as I turned to leave.  Then something glinted in the grass and I bent to pick it up.

I came back up with a pair of round, black glasses, their lenses shattered.  Only a few pieces of glass still clung to the inside whilst the rest was scattered in the grass, glittering brightly in the morning sun.

But I did not need to fix the glasses to know whose they were.

I had seen them before.

Several times in fact.

On the face of Harry Potter.

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Back in your cage

The only place

Where they will

Leave you alone

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