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-

* Screaming in Tongues *

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Too many voices

It won't take long

Which one's right, which one's wrong

Yours is most likely to be misunderstood

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Hermione came down into the common room and saw Harry sitting in front of the fire.  She paused on the stairs for a moment then wandered over to him.

"Did Ron apologize?"

Harry nodded and said icily, "He did."

"Harry, is something wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong, Hermione.  Everything's fine.  Just sodding well fine."

Hermione frowned.

"Okay, now I know something's wrong."

Harry turned his head to look up at her and said, enunciating each word, "Noting is wrong, Hermione."

"Fine.  But – I have something to show you."

"Go right ahead."

Hermione frowned again then went upstairs, returning with the small book that held her drawings.  Handing it to Harry, she said, "Look at this."

Harry frowned at her for a moment then opened the book, his eyebrows arching slightly.  He flipped through the sketches up to the one of Draco the Ferret and Mad-Eye Moody then looked up at her, one eyebrow arched.

"What exactly am I looking for?"

Hermione looked down at the floor and muttered, "Just look at the last sketch."

Harry did so.  He stared at it for a moment then rose angrily to his feet.  His anger practically rolled off him in waves.  He glared down at Hermione and spat, "Is this some kind of joke?  If it is, I don't find it in the least bit funny."

Hermione shook her head.  "It's not a joke, Harry.  I cast the Veritas spell after I took you to the Hospital Wing."  She laid a finger on the sketch that was a near likeness of Snape and said, "That is the real you."

A murderous look crossed Harry's features, turning them stony, and his eyes seemed to glow with an inner light as he snapped the book shut, nearly catching he fingers in it.  He snarled, "How dare you?  How dare you?"

"He's your father, Harry."

"HE IS NOT MY FATHER!!"

Harry glowered at her and added in a low hiss, "Malfoy did something to his potions that day.  It was wrong."

Hermione frowned and said, "Harry, you're in denial –"

She never got to finish as Harry roared, "I AM NOT IN DENIAL!"

A voice from the second year girl's dorm suddenly yelled, "Go to sleep!"  Harry bellowed in returned, "SOD OFF!"  He then turned back on Hermione, eyes blazing with white-hot fury, and pointed a finger at her.  After a moment he snarled, "First Ron, now you.  AND YOU'RE THE ONE WHO TOLD RON TO APOLOGIZE!"

Hermione's temper was now up as well as she yelled, "I SAW WHAT I SAW, HARRY!"

"THEN YOU SAW WRONG!"

"I would never lie to you, Harry."

Harry's eyes narrowed dangerously and he spat, "Go away, Hermione.  Or you'll regret us ever becoming friends."

Tears filled Hermione's eyes as she cried, "I already do!"

Harry's face twisted in rage and he stormed out of Gryffindor Tower, throwing Hermione's sketchbook to the floor.  Hermione sank down beside it as the Fat Lady's portrait closed after him, picking up her sketchbook and hugging it to her chest as hot tears streaming down her face.

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Harry's POV

Damn her.  Damn her, damn her, damn her.

How could she do this to me?  I thought she was my friend!  I thought they both were my friends.

Looks can be deceiving said a cruel little voice in my head.

I nodded, agreeing with it.

They don't really like you, you know.  They just want a bit of fame.

Behind that voice I heard another voice crying out.

Harry, don't listen to him!  Ron and Hermione are your friends!  They'd do anything for you and you know it! No, I don't, I replied.

Harry, c'mon.  This isn't right, said the little voice.

Don't listen to him, Harry.  He's a fool.  This is right.  Listen to me, not him, said the cruel voice, which was louder now, slowly overpowering the other voice.  The little voice was suddenly silenced, its cries of Harry, don't listen! Slowly fading away, leaving the cruel voice to resound in Harry's head.

You know what we should do, Harry? asked the voice.

I shook my head and the voice seemed to smirk.

We should have some fun.  Perhaps with a certain Ferret?

I blinked then smiled, a cold, cruel smile.

Malfoy.  I could make him suffer for the past four years.  Yes, he would suffer dearly.

As I planned my revenge on Malfoy, the voice laughed.

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Screaming in tongues

On the top of my lungs

'Til I find you, 'til you found me

Somehow I always knew that you would

And I am contemplating matters

All this cling and clatter

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A/N: Next up, Draco and Harry.  The evilness abounds…