A/N: Due to the positive, yet somewhat small response to my first mini book, I decided to write this book for those who had faith in me.lol..Why am I lying? You all had no faith! But anyway, This one deals with Harry's scar somehow getting triggered to pain when people want something done.might not seem so funny with somebody like Dumbledore now.but what if Snape and Malfoy find out? Expect funny beyond belief .now with the fic. Enjoy.

Harry awoke with a violent start in his bed at Hogwarts. The constant throbbing of his scar had once again forced him awake through violent screams and groans. Harry had been having another nightmare, only this one was the oddest by far, he kept seeing visions of car wax and a bucket of soapy water. An odd, yet strangely terrifying sight, was Harry to wash a car?

Quickly retaining himself after a series of deep breaths, Harry dressed and made his way to Professor Dumbledore's office. There was no telling what the dream could have meant, never mind it's insignificance or it's irrelevance to current events, unless Voldemort wanted Harry to wash and wax his car, that is. Before long, Harry made his way to Dumbledore's office.

"Cherry-flavored rat turds," Harry announced to the Gargoyle and flew up the steps in a rush. For a brief moment, Harry pondered if Dumbledore would even be awake at this hour of the morning. His ponders were put at rest when Dumbledore himself answered the door.

"Hello Harry, is something the matter?"

"Well, yes sir, I've had a quite unusual dream just now and I figured you would want to hear about it."

"You figured correctly, Harry. Tell me of this recent dream."

"Well, erm, I was in Godric Hollow, I have no idea how I arrived there and I know nobody who lives there. In front of every lawn was a person from my past and in each of their hands, a piece of parchment. When I got within a twenty-foot radius of a certain home, I saw my mum and dad and as I closed in on five feet, I saw that my mum and dad weren't there at all and instead a bucket of hot soapy water and a bottle of car wax stood beside a dirty old car that had a strange note on it: Wash me. And then sir, I-"

"You what, Harry?"

"I wanted to wash the car."

"Really?"

"-Er, yeah. Isn't that a bit, odd?"

"For you Harry, nothing is odd, everything is completely normal. But it's an interesting dream, for you see, I was just thinking about washing my car! Now, perhaps there is little relevance, but I am supposing that you can read people's thoughts. Maybe not intentionally, but you can read them. However Harry, we must be cautious, letting this secret out into the open could cause disaster, understand?"

"Entirely Professor Dumbledore."

"Good boy, now you be on your way. And Harry, one little favor."

"Anything Professor."

"Stay out of my thoughts, please."

"Oh, okay."

From behind the door of Dumbledore's office, Severus Snape smiled like a fat kid who had just been sentenced to serve life in a Krispy Kreme Doughnut Factory.

A/N: If you're planning for the worst.you're catching onto the plot! Chapter 2 up momentarily! R&R later and please recommend me!