Sirius and Remus went into their separate rooms and soon fell asleep as well. Their dreams were peaceful and pleasant. But Harry's was…somewhat different…

"You have failed me," said a dark voice. Evil was dripping from every word. It didn't take long for Harry to realize that the voice belonged to the hooded figure that was in his vision a day earlier.

"No, my m-master. The Potter boy, h-h-he is almost in our grasp! We have recently gained some information that he is no longer with those muggle relatives of his… we believe that he is at the Weasley's house, for that is where he goes nearly every summer…" This time, it was Voldermort who was speaking.

"Can you be sure of this?" Asked the hooded man.

"N-no my master. I am sorry. I will find someone who can confirm our suspicions."

"No. Do not do that. Go ahead; go to the Weasley's house. If the Potter boy is there, bring him to me. If he is not, have your fun with whoever IS there," at this Harry could feel his stomach and heart drop. He felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him. Harry looked up. The hooded figure and Voldermort were gone. Harry turned around and what he saw made stomach drop even farther. The hooded figure was standing right in front of him. Although Harry could not see his face, he could tell that the figure was staring right at him. Harry began to take small steps backward.

"Hello, Harry," said the figure. "I have been waiting very long to meet you. I have heard great things about you Harry Potter." Harry gathered all of the courage that he could summon and he said:

"W-who are you?"

"Well, my dear Harry. I am the one who will be your downfall, your destructor, your killer, I am the one who the entire world, whether wizard or muggle, will fear," Harry began to feel a bit dizzy. "But you may call me Lord Damian." Then, Lord Damian began to approach Harry.

"STOP! Don't come any closer! This is just a dream! You can't hurt me!"

"No. Harry. You are right about one thing; this IS a dream, but you are wrong about everything else. It is not JUST a dream. It is also a warning and a foreshadowing of what is to come. And I CAN hurt you, and I CAN hurt the people that you care about. I'd be careful if I were you." Then Lord Damian walked up to Harry. Harry tried to move, but he found himself unable to. Then, just as Damian was reaching for Harry, Harry could faintly hear someone calling his name. Damian, apparently, noticed the voices too. The voices began to grow louder and louder.

"HARRY! HARRY!"

"Help me!" Was all that Harry could find to say in return. Then, Harry was suddenly snapped out of his dream and was in the strong arms of Sirius.

"HARRY! YOU'RE OK! YOU SCARED ME SO BAD!" And with that, Sirius grabbed Harry and pulled him into a large hug. Remus soon joined in the hug, too.

"Harry, what happened?" Asked Remus once he was finally able to pry himself off of Harry, Sirius, however, was still attached. I CAN hurt you, and I CAN hurt the people that you care about. I'd be careful if I were you … the statement that Damian had said kept ringing in Harry's head. Should I tell them? Thought Harry. If I tell Damian will be after them too…but how do I know that it wasn't just a nightmare? Oh, I don't know what to do!

"Harry, what happened?" Asked Sirius, in a little more stern voice than what Remus had used. Harry made up his mind.

"Nothing…" Said Harry, in a voice just above a whisper.

"What do you mean 'nothing?' How can you tell me that nothing happed when you have just spent the last ten minutes screaming so loud that I bet even Dumbledor heard you!" Sirius's voice was harsher than he had meant for it to sound.

"I mean…it was just a nightmare. Nothing more…" Still, Harry's voice was too quiet to be believable. Remus could feel the tension in the air that was rising between Harry and Sirius. Although he wanted to stay and make sure that they both fought fairly, he knew that the both of them needed time to talk, alone.

"I'll be back, Sirius. I'm going to go to Diagon Alley and buy some things that Harry will need for school. Oh, by the way, Harry, Hedwing came in with a letter from Hogwarts. You may want to look at it when you get a chance. I'll see you guys later," and with that, Remus left.

For a while, there was an awkward silence in the room. Then, Sirius broke the silence.

"Harry, why wont you tell me what is wrong?" Harry was about to say something, but Sirius cut him off. "I know what you are going to say. But don't waste your breath telling me that you only had a nightmare. I can see it in your eyes and all over your face that something is wrong."

"Sirius…I…I…" Harry had no idea what to say.

"Harry, I know that you are afraid to tell people what is bothering you because you are afraid that if you do, the people you love will get involved in something dangerous, but we love you, Harry. Remus is here for you, Dumbledor is here for you, I AM HERE FOR YOU!" Sirius' voice was calm, yet stern.

Harry felt a strange anger rising in him. The flame that was lit every time he faced Voldermort was once again lit. Harry didn't mean to be getting so upset, but he couldn't help himself. It was as if something inside him had snapped.

"SURE! YOU ARE HERE FOR ME NOW! BUT WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I NEEDED YOU THE MOST?!!" Harry's voice calmed a bit, but it was still above a normal tone. "Where were you when my parents were killed and I was sent to live with the Dursley's?! Where were you when I battled Voldermort ALONE when I was ELEVEN?!" Harry could feel tears beginning to gather in his eyes. "And where were you when I was blamed for the deaths of Hogwarts students and called the Heir of Slytheryn?" Harry's voice would crack between every few words and he would have to sniffle up sobs. "Where were you when I was sent to the Twizarding Tournament and I was almost killed numerous times?! And where were you every time I was hit by Uncle Vernon, or Aunt Petunia?!" Sirius could feel a wave of emotions coming over him. Rage, sadness, hopelessness, pity, love, every emotion imaginable came flooding into him. But Harry was not done:

"I understand that before my third year you COULDN'T be there for me because you were in Azkaban! But what about after that?!" Sirius had had enough. It was his turn.

"HARRY! AFTER I BROKE OUT OF AZKABAN I STILL ALWAYS HAD TO WATCH MY BACK FOR DEMONTERS AND AURORS! WOULD YOU RATHER HAVE A DEAD GODFATHER WHO YOU GOT TO SEE FOR A FULL WEEK OF A GODFATHER THAT YOU MAY NOT SEE EVERY DAY, BUT AT LEAST YOU KNOW THAT HE IS ALOVE AND THERE TO PROTECT YOU?!!!" Sirius' breath was short and his heart was racing. Emotions were pulsing threw every vain.

"To protect me?" Harry said more to himself than to Sirius.

"Yes, to protect you." Sirius' voice had softened a bit. "Harry, there are hundreds, maybe even thousands of people out there who want you dead. Dumbledor wants to protect you because he knows that you have the power, somewhere inside of you, to help the entire wizarding AND muggle world fight off evil." Harry interrupted Sirius.

"That's just it, Sirius! Everybody views me as a weapon against Voldermort and other evil! But I am HUMAN! I have needs, too! I am not invincible, I know it. But I don't want to waste my life always being locked up for safety reasons! I want to have fun with my life and do something that I want to do before I die! Sirius, I want to live my life! I- " Sirius cut off Harry.

"Harry, you didn't let me finish what I was going to say." Sirius' voice was soft, calm, and warm. "DUMBLEDOR wanted to protect you for those reasons. But do you want to know why I want to protect you?" Harry looked up at Sirius and could see not anger in his eyes, but warmth. "I want to protect you, Harry Potter, because…I love you."

Sirius was one of the few people who had ever told Harry that they loved him. And, although Sirius had said it before, those three words had never had so much meaning.

"Harry," Sirius continued, "You are the first thing on my mind when I wake up in the morning, you are the last thing I think of before I fall asleep, and most of the time, you are all that I can think of when I am dreaming. You're like a son to me." Harry tried to interrupt, but Sirius held up his hand to keep Harry silent. "Let me finish. Harry, I understand that sometimes you may try to push me away for fear that I will be in danger if I am with you…but know this: I AM NOT GOING ANYWHERE. Harry, I love you, and I will NOT lock you up to protect you, nor will I purposefully get myself killed to keep you hidden from evil, but know that I will ALWAYS be there to help guide you and advise you when you need help. So, instead of making it harder on me and Remus, why don't you just tell us what it is that is bothering you so we can help you." Harry thought for a moment. Then he realized that his mind was already made up. No more secrets, at least not to Sirius, Remus, or to his friends. Just as harry was planning on a way to tell Sirius and Remus about his dream, he was pulled into a strong embrace by Sirius.

"I love you, Harry. Nothing could ever change that." Sirius was… crying?

"I-I love you too, Sirius."