Ron and Harry made their way to Divination. Trelawney put her hand on her heart and sighed tragically when she saw Harry, causing him to sigh irritatedly.

She then had them dripping wax into a bowl of water to "find the meaning of their soul." Needless to say much snickering and fibbing about what they saw ensued. How were you supposed to see what your soul meant in a blob of wax.

He had grabbed the nearest candle when the went up, which had just happened to be red. Trelawney had a field day. Red -blood -pain -and guess what, death.

Afterwards they had DADA. The new DADA teacher walked in slightly late, giving them time to speculate about her. "I heard that she's an American from a Ravenclaw," said Hermione. They peered around the newly decorated classroom.

Professor Dorn walked in and began the roll call -pausing at Harry's name- then began. "As you may have noticed, I am an American. We aren't as separated from our muggle communities as you are, and I will not tolerate any slurs against them." Harry thought he might like her.

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Later that week they had PD, which was mixed up of all houses because only so many signed up. The room was large, one half had chairs and a desk, the other filled with mats. "If your wand is lost, what will you do? That's where physical defense will help. We will learn some martial arts, and some swordfighting. Your headmaster decided that it couldn't hurt to have more defenses then just the magical ones." Professor Kartis began explaining that they would start with exercising. She smiled at the groans but continued

"I'm also going to work with magic, yes, but not anything as straight forward as spells. Have any of you ever heard about enchanted weapons?" Hermione raised her hand. "You mean like Gryffindor's sword?"

"Yes. Some weapons abilities can only be used by certain people, depending on who made the weapon. That is why a famous object's abilities are often unknown. Things like Gryffindor's sword are rare because the wizard who made it was rare."

The class turned out to be fairly interesting, even of they didn't actually do anything.

That night they stayed in the common room talking and Hermione finally told them about what had happened to Rita Skeeter. She had finally let her out, just as promised. Rita had said that she wouldn't write anything insulting of Harry if Hermione didn't tell anyone about her being an animagus.

He hoped that nothing ever happened to his friends and vowed to protect both of them no matter what -not knowing that they had made the same vow about him.

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Life was once again going well. Even Snape's insults couldn't ruin it. With a good life comes Quidditch, and soon the first Quidditch meeting came up.

The first this they need to decide was: "Well whose going to be captain?"

"I nominate Alicia." Harry offered.

"What about you?"

"I'd rather just be the seeker." He really didn't want to be captain -it was just one more thing to worry about, and he didn't know if he would do all that well as one.

Alicia ended up becoming the captain, and to Harry's joy, they decided that Ron would be keeper. Harry had a feeling that when Alicia graduated Ron would become captain.

Harry received the honor of telling him, and rushed to the common room. Ron and Hermione were bickering by the fire when Harry came up. "How was the meeting?" Hermione asked, instead of responding to Ron.

"Well, Alicia's captain and they picked the new keeper."

Ron looked disappointed. "They aren't even going to have tryouts?"

"Well, everyone decided tha he would be great for the job."

"Who is it?"

"You"

"Me?" he said blankly.

"You." Harry was now grinning.

"Me!"

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Harry had a horrible night one Saturday. Deatheaters had killed more than usual, having an all out massacre. He dragged himself to breakfast where Ron and Hermione glanced at each other and tried to cheer him up. They had the opportunity to go to Hogsmead later and made plans to do so. They didn't want him to become as depressed as he was after last year again.

Ginny was asking to come along when the mail came. Dozens of owls filled the hall, along with Hedwig. He got a letter from Sirius, which made him smile, because that meant he was alright; He put it in his pocket to read later.

Hermione gasped at the Daily Prophet and handed it to Harry. She knew full will that he had heard her and would demand to see it.

MUGGLE ATTACKS: A recent rash of muggle attacks has arisen suspicions. This follows rumors of Voldemort return last year, and sightings of death eaters. Yesterday an entire train full of muggles was found murdered. Fudge only commented that it was a 'horrible tragedy' but in no way indicative of Voldemort's return.

Harry stopped reading and hurriedly left the hall, ignoring Ron and Hermione's calls. They looked pensively at each other, oblivious to Dumbledore watching from the teachers table.

Harry went up to his dorm and just lay on his bed feeling sick.

Eventually he went down to the common room and talked to Ron and Hermione. He told them that he had dreamed it, but he didn't say how many other things that he'd dreamed. He didn't realize that they had noticed him going to Dumbledore's office every once in a while. He also did not describe in detail.

"Do you still want to go to Hogsmead?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah." Might as well make them happy.

"Harry!" Dennis Creevy came up and told him that Dumbledore wanted to see him later. He frowned in suspicion at being summoned today.

"Thanks Dennis." Harry said to which Dennis beamed.

Harry grabbed his 'dream journal' before he went down in case Dumbledore wanted to see it. He realized that he didn't know the password, but guessed his way in 'Peppermint Creams.' Dumbledore looked up as he came in. "Harry, are you alright? I noticed that you didn't seem well this morning." Harry's suspicions were confirmed.

Harry didn't want Dumbledore worrying about him. "Did you see the Daily Prophet?" Dumbledore nodded. "I had dreamed about it last night that's why I felt sick -I'll be alright though."

"I see. Have you been writing down your dreams?"

Harry nodded and gave him the journal.

"If you want I can se if Professor Snape has anything that would help."

He resisted the urge to refuse, and tell him not to worry about him; Dumbledore just wanted to help. "Thank you Professor." He added, "Voldemort said something about having infiltrated the ministry."

Dumbledore nodded. "He is aiming to increase the discord between Fudge and myself. While Fudge concentrates on me Voldemort goes unchecked and weakens the ministry."

"What about the Order?"

"There is only so much we can do -Voldemort needs to be resisted by everyone. If the people do not know there is a problem it is all the more difficult to protect them."

"And the more you go against Fudge the more he tries to discredit you and deny the problem?"

"Eventually Fudge will not be able to hide it anymore, but it remains to be seen how much damage will be done by then."

Someone's head appeared in the fire (Harry had never seen him before) and Dumbledore bid Harry goodbye. He left the fascinating office, pausing to say hello to Fawkes.

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Later in a bustling Hogsmead they wandered around town looking at the myriad of stores. Ron nudged Harry "Is it me or are there teachers everywhere?"

Harry looked to where McGonagall was standing by a shop called "Store for the Eye -aids to divination. "It's NOT just you." -and looked to where Flitwick was coming out of a perfume store. This was just disturbing.

"They must be here to protect the students. I'm glad they are -otherwise they probably wouldn't have let us come." Hermione said this as they left the book store she had wanted to see and headed for a store that seemed to have all sorts of strange things -The perfect place to find presents.

Hermione dragged Ron over to one side of the store to look at something and Ginny followed. Harry looked around and saw small oval shaped mirror. It was called a dream catcher, which made him frown -he had thought dream catchers were round and made of string and feathers. Apparently, this thing literally caught your dreams, and allowed you to replay them.

His DADA teacher walked in and began looking around. He looked at her as she came closer. "Hello professor Dorn."

She grinned at Harry -she could tell that he know why she was here by the look he was giving her. "Hello Harry -what are you looking at?"

"The dream catcher."

"They don't work all that well, as dreams are often foggy and as much an experience as a visual. A lot of the time you don't even get sound, or it's weird. They work much better with visions.

Harry turned his attention back to the Mirror and decided to get it.

He got a mirror. Later after they walked back to school he put the silence charm on his bed -it was second nature by now. He then 'set' the dream catcher to get only the strong images -that way it would get his visions, and not his nightmares.

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About that time the Order of the Phoenix was meeting. "Have you heard from Arabella?" Dumbledore asked.

One of the men answered "yes, and she said that she saw someone flying to Azkaban yesterday night."

A few members muttered at this -they knew it was only a matter of time until the dementors left Azkaban and joined Voldemort.

"I'm going to send Hagrid back to the Giants to find out if they have made a decision yet. It seems that Voldemort is spending most of his time planning and that is extremely worrisome. I don't believe that this will end before war breaks out."

There was a silence as everyone contemplated what lay ahead.

Snape spoke up from a corner "You are right -and while he plans he is gathering death eater, and amusing himself. The muggle attacks will only increase in scale, and he will start preying more upon wizards. I believe he plans something for Potter."

Someone spoke up, "other then killing him?"

Moody stared at Snape. "Is he going to try to turn him?"

Someone's audible intake a breath was heard.

Snape said, "It's possible. He tortures Deatheaters when he feels irritated. Potter has pissed him off and he's still alive. He may be focusing on other things now, but that does not mean he will forget Potter."

"So we really don't know what he is going to do."

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Harry was being shaken awake. He let out a long suffering groan. They had a Quidditch match today against Ravenclaw.

Today was bright and sunny; Before long he was listening to the usual pep talk. "Ron, calm down. Just play like you did at practices.

"Right."

"Breathing is good to."

"Right."

A half hour later they were only slightly ahead of Ravenclaw in points. Cho was dogging his every move. He decided to give her a run for her money.

"WOW look at the seekers GO. Looks like Potter's running Chang through her paces. Watch Out for that- and a Ravenclaw beaters is out of the game!"

Harry, spun looped, swirled, and dived. He was enjoying this and Cho was having a hard time keeping up. Eventually she wasn't following as closely, just as he had planned. She wasn't paying as much attention to where he was going -nor was she focusing on where the snitch was.

He saw it. Dangerously close to the spectators. He focused on it and set a crazy path towards it. "Gryffindor SCORES! Potter still going wild -A little close to the stands I might say- HEY, Gryffindor wins! Potter caught the snitch!"

After winning the game they had the usual party. Fred and George had managed to smuggle in some goods -including Butterbeer, which made it all the more interesting.

He wondered how many interesting pictures Colin would have after this.