THE NEXT MORNING

Harry ended up not telling Ron and Hermione about his dreams. He said that he wanted to go back to bed so they left him to his sick, lonely, tortured self. He didn't really want to go to bed, he just didn't want them to worry. He had enough people worrying about him. He just layed there wondering what to do. But Ron and Hermione had other plans. They decided that since Harry obviously wasn't going to tell them, they needed to get Dumbledore to talk to him.

Harry woke the next morning with his scar twinging a bit, but nothing serious. And to his relief he felt much better. He pulled away his curtains and looked at his watch. It was allready too late to go to breckfast. So he got dressed and walked downstairs to the Common room. He saw that no one was there so he walked outside. He looked around and spotted Ron and Hermione sitting under a tree. He silently tiptoed behind the tree to listen to what they were saying.

"Poor, Harry. I can't get his face out of my mind with those bloodshot eyes." Hermione said with a sigh.

"Yeah, and he's missed so much allready." Ron said.

"Uh huh, good thing he's feeling better today though." Harry said as he grined at the sight of them both jumping an inch off the ground, and staring at him with their own grins.

"Harry! Don't do that!" Hermione said to him, with tones of happiness and bewilderment.

"Yeah! If we were any closer to the lake I would have fallen in!" Ron laughed.

Harry sat down just as Hedwig began to fly towards Harry with a letter attached to her leg. She perched on his knee and held out her foot as Harry untied the letter. He knew right away who it was from;Dumbledore. He ripped it open and read it to himself as Ron and Hermione peered over his shoulder.

"Dear Harry,

Please come to my office at noon today. We need to talk. The password is, 'Bertie Beans'

Headmaster Dumbledore"

Harry looked at his watch. He had to leave right away to make it to his office at noon.

"Well, looks like I'll see you at lunch, then." He smiled and walked away. He didn't notice the worried looks on his friends' faces.

"Ah, Harry! Good to see you well!" Dumbledore smiled and motioned for him to sit down. "How have you been? I've heard that you've been sick. Is there anything that you need to tell me?" Dumbledore stared pleedingly into Harry's eyes.

'Does he know?' Harry thought to himself. 'Obviously.' He thought that since Dumbledore somehow knew about his dreams, he might as well tell him about them. "Well..." Harry told the Headmaster all that happened to him those two days. And Harry tried exceptionaly hard when talking to him about the one where he'd jump. Dumbledore nodded and sighed a deep sigh and asked him why hadn't he told Ron and Hermione.

"Because I didn't want to worry them. They might think that I'd run in to Voldemort or something. I don't want them to become worried about me. Everyone worries about me." Harry suddenly felt very embaressed. He had never told anyone about all the people making a fuss over him, and that he hated it so. He looked to the floor, waiting to hear some remarks about him being silly, but they never came. Dumbledore nodded and told him to come to him when his scar hurt again.

Harry bid Dumbledore a good bye and walked to the Gryffindor common room. It was around a half hour till Lunch, he got out earlier than expected. He wanted to write a letter to Surius. He hadn't told him about his dreams yet. And he might as well tell Ron and Hermione too. They had obviously told Dumbledore about him. He walked into the common room just as Ron and Hermione were about to get up. They gave other glances of guiltness. There was no denieing that the Headmaster had told Harry that they were worried about him. Harry stood in the doorway wondering what to say. He held up a finger and ran upstairs to the Boy's dorm to grab a quill and some parchment. He ran back downstairs and sat at a table. He started to write a note that would most likely take some time.

" Dear Sirius,

Hello. I hope you are doing well. I need to tell you about some things that have been happening. First of all during yesterday's Divination lesson........" It began. He explained about his dreams,and how he got sick. "And so I hope you'll be able to forgive me for not telling you sooner. I will be careful to tell you as soon as anything happens.

Harry"

He signed his name and read it over. Yes, that sounded right. He then gave it to Ron and Hermione to read. They sat together, eyes wide with shock and horror. When they finished, they stared at Harry with utter bewilderment. How could he not tell them?Ron handed back the letter.

"So..."Ron said."Is this what has been going on?"Ron stared at Harry. Harry nodded his head.

"Why didn't you tell us Harry?" Hermione questioned him. She looked quite pale, as if she had just been accused of attacking a teacher.

"I didn't want you guys to freak. You'd go balistic saying that I must be really careful, should talk to a teacher, consult a book. As if Voldemort-" Ron and Hermione flinched."-was right here at Hogwarts, chasing me around the school." He added. Ron starded at Hermione.

"Would we really do that?" he asked her.

"What? Of course not! Well...um...maybe...but that's not the point! You should have told us, Harry." She stood up."It's time to go to Lunch. That's talk about this later." Harry and Ron stood up and walked to Lunch with her. They didn't talk much at lunch, just about the classes and homework they'd have to hand in on monday. After lunch Harry apologized and went on with other conversations. After dinner, Harry had Quiddtch practice. Ron and Hermione went with him,felling bad about getting angry with him. After practice they walked up to the common room and went to bed. Harry stayed awake for a while, to nervouse about the Quidditch game in the morning. Though he was also worried about having more nightmares. But, sleep did find Harry, and for worse too.

A/N: I wanna say a HUGE thank you to Stardust, "THANK YOU!!!! YOU ACTUALLY GAVE ME A REVIEW!!! MY FIRST ONE!!!! YAY!" I would love to get more reviews from people. Please???