Harry Potter stared out of the North Tower window. Divination class was going on, but something about the aroma that filled the air always made him drowsy. Besides that, this year was different. It was only the begining of October and there had allready been mass muggle killings. Voldemort, of course, was the murdurer, there was no reason to doubt it. And yet Fudge was as blind to Voldemort as a door knob was. As the aroma clogged Harry's senses, horrible memories filled Harry's mind. Scenes of the Dark Mark floating above the Quidditch World Cup...the expression of horror and Cedric's lifeless face...his and Vodemort's duel...his parents' ghostly forms streaming out of Voldemort's wand...and the worst of all,Harry's blood being used to create the body of the Dark Lord.

'It's all your fault he's dead.' he thought to himself. This,of course, wasn't true but he believed it was. As Harry continued to pludge into deep thought, an image came to him. He was still in the room, but know one was there. He was standing right at the window. Suddinly he heard a voice and stood on the window sill. He stared at the long drop. And to even his surprise, he jumped out the window! He covered his face as he braced himself for the impact. But the ground never came...

"Harry, Harry! Wake up come on!" someone whispered as they shook his shoulder. Harry's eyes popped open and gasped at what he just saw.

"Er, Harry, are you feeling okay? You look sorta pale." Harry looked into the eyes of Ron. Ron looked back with a conserned look.

'What could it mean?' he thought to himself. Harry had never dreamed of something like that before. Harry debated about telling Ron. Either Ron would laugh or freak out. Harry wasn't in the mood for either so he decided not to.

"I'm fine. It was just a dream." Harry tried not to sound to panicky. He put his face and pushed his glasses back into place. Cold sweat was dripping down his face. He stood up, ready to leave, but the blood rushed to his head and became instantly dizzy. He fell back to his chair and closed his eyes. He suddenly felt very ill.

"Harry, you should go back to Gryffindor, you're sick. What was your dream about. It could be the reason you're sick." Ron put a hand t oHarry's forehead. "You're burning up too." Ron grabbed Harry and helped him up. He walked Harry down the halls until they bumped into Hermione.

"Oh, Harry! What happened?"she cooed. Ron explained what happened. "Oh poor, Harry! I'll tell Mcganagoll that you'll be late Ron." she waved and ran off to Transfiguration. Ron walked in the other direction to the Gryffindor dormitories.

"Thanks, Ron." Harry said when they got to the dormitories. Harry layed down on his bed.

"No problem. I'll come back after class.'' He waved and walked down the stairs and out of sight.

When Harry fell asleep he had a series of horundous dreams. They were all bad memories of last year and at the end of each one, Cedric would come to him saying that it was all Harry's fault that he was dead. The last dream he had was the dream he had at Divination, but worse. There he was again, at the window, but he wasn't alone this time. Voldemort was standing behind him with his wand outstreched. Before Harry could pull out his own wand, Voldemort shouted out a spell. A wonderful sensation swaalowed Harry. He knew this all to well.

"Jump!" Voldemort hissed in his ear.

"No thanks, I think I'll stay right here." he said back to the voice.

"Climb onto the window and jump!" the voice screamed. He thought to himself how that he didn't want to but Voldemort was to powerful. Harry climbed over the window and jumped. And once again he woke just before he hit the ground.

"ARGH!" Harry screamed. He sat up and noticed a familiar pain on his forehead. He put a hand to his face and rubbed his scar. Cold sweat continued to run down his face, he was still ill. He remembered the nightmares as tears began to mix with his sweat. He remembered how Cedric had came to him,screaming that it was all his fault.

'I know that it's my fault, but why does Cedric consistantly haunt me?' He buried his face in his hands. Harry heard footsteps fly up the stairs as the door flew open.

"Harry, Harry! Are you okay?" Harry pushed the curtains away from around his four poster. Ron and Hermione wear standing in the doorway looking fear stricken. Harry didn't even ask why Hermione was in the boy's dormitory.

"Oh, Harry, why are you crying?" Hermione came over to his bed and put her arm around him. Harry would normally blush and be uncomfterable but his mind was on other things. Ron came over and sat at other side of Harry.

"Wassa matter, Harry?" Ron looked at Harry with concerned eyes."More dreams?" Harry didn't know what to say. He couldn't tell them. These were differant dreams.

"Yeah, sort of. But I woke up because my scar burned again."

A/N:Okay, not much action yet but there will be soon. Please Review!