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Chapter 5

"What was that?" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed. Harry heard the scraping of chairs and knew he had to get back to the room fast. Harry ran inside to find Ron awake and standing on his bed. The barking seemed to increase when Harry stepped into the room. Harry started walking slowly to his trunk as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ginny, Hermione, Fred, and George filed into the room.

Harry put his hand over the lid and lifted, half expecting to see Sirius bound out of the trunk, but instead, a white flash of fur was all Harry saw before he hit the ground. Lightning stood on top of Harry wagging his tail and licking Harry's face.

"Get off!" Harry said pushing the dog off him as Fred and George started laughing.

            "You didn't tell us you were bringing a dog, Harry," Ron said jumping off his bed, and coming over to pet the dog.

            "It wasn't really planned,' Harry said looking at the dog with disgust. "Lightning is Dudley's dog, not mine. He must have snuck into my trunk some how."

            "Can he stay, Mum?" Ginny asked enthusiastically.

            Mrs. Weasley looked at Mr. Weasley. "We'll have to see. After all, if Harry's cousin doesn't know the dog is here, it is most likely we'll have to bring him back."

            "He doesn't," Harry said emphatically. He did not want Lightning to stay any longer than he had to.

            "Then it's settled," Mr. Weasley said tiredly. "Tomorrow we'll take Lightning back to the Dursley's. Meanwhile, he will sleep in here with you boys. Now, get some sleep." The Weasley's and Hermione departed while Ron and Harry settled back into bed.

            "Ooof!" Harry said, winded as Lightning walked over him and laid down right between his legs. Harry squirmed moving his legs about trying to get Lightning to move, but the dog merely lay down, placing its head in its paws. Harry groaned.

            Ron laughed. "It's only for one day. Just keep telling yourself that." Ron reached over and turned off the light. "Night, Harry."

            "Night, Ron." Harry heard the squeaking of the mattress springs as Ron rolled over. Lightning was now snoring happily between Harry's legs. Harry tried moving around to get more comfortable, but the dog had decided to lie almost directly in the middle of the bed. Sighing, Harry removed his glasses and laid down flat on his back so that he was looking up at the sky once again. This time though, as his eyes began to drift close, the stars remained their unmoving twinkling selves until all became dark.

            Harry was in a room. He looked around suspiciously trying to figure out what was going on. His first thought was that he was inside Voldemort's mind, or that Voldemort was in his, but he held up his hands. They weren't bony and pale as they had been in so many other dreams. They were his hands.

            Harry jerked his head up alert at the sound of snoring. His eyes traced over the room again. It was empty, but as soon as Harry began to move forward, he found that the snoring was becoming louder. He walked down a long cinder-block corridor ending in the entryway to yet another room. This room however, was not empty.

            A bed was located on the far left side of the room, its headboard touching the wall. The bed was not empty. Unfortunately it contained Harry's obese cousin, Dudley. His dark hair was in disarray as he slept in a tee shirt and shorts. One leg was thrown over the covers while his left arm was hanging off the bed. Harry gagged. This is not what he wanted to see.

            "Get up you half witted troll!" Harry turned in recognition of the voice. As Dudley stirred awake flopping around in the covers like a fish out of water, Harry turned to face the speaker. There, he was staring at a mirror image of himself. The Harry in front of him was wearing the same blue and white plaid pajamas, with the same untidy hair and glasses, and the same lightning bolt scar visible on his forehead. Even Harry's own wand was visibly pointed at Dudley.

            Harry turned his attention back to his cousin, trying to figure out what was going on. He looked as terrified as ever.

            "Mum, says you're not allowed to use magic," he murmured fearfully.

            Harry's mirror image grinned nastily. "Well Mummy isn't here, is she?" Dudley grabbed the covers hard. "Imperio!" Harry shouted. The next second Dudley got rigidly to his feet and began to bounce on the bed. He jumped higher and higher to the point where every time he jumped, his head hit the ceiling. Blood began to trickle down his forehead. The whole time the evil Harry was laughing. It was a scary unnatural laugh that was unfamiliar even to the real Harry's ears.

            Finally Harry waved his wand and his cousin stopped bouncing. Dudley put his hand to the back of his head, and reeled back in surprise when he saw the blood on his hand. He swiftly jumped off the bed and tried to make a run towards the door.

            "I'm not done with you yet, Duddlykins," Harry taunted. "Crucio!" Dudley collapsed in cries of pain and agony as he withered and squirmed on the floor.

            The real Harry was about to reach for his wand and end this horrible torture, but he was suddenly met with a blinding pain in his forehead. The pounding got louder and louder, as evil Harry was still laughing at Dudley's pathetic figure on the floor, and as the real Harry watched this in between white flashes of pain, he couldn't help but feel that his mirror image was laughing at both of them. Nevertheless, the pain was relentless and his body had now started to shake uncontrollably.

            Harry flew his eyes open. He instantly saw the concerned face of his friend, Ron. Lighting, who was also alert, was staring at Harry in confusion.  Harry looked over and saw Ron's hand resting on his shoulder as he took a deep breath to calm down.

            "Alright, Harry?" Ron asked worried. Harry reached for his glasses and glanced out the window. The sky was still dark, but in the distance it showed faint shimmers of the sun that was threatening to peep out from behind the horizon in the east.

            "Yeah, it was--it was just a dream. You can go back to bed, Ron, I'll be all right." Ron yawned appropriately but gave Harry a concerned and unsatisfied look.

            "Fine, but you're going to tell me everything at breakfast." With that Ron walked back to bed and the room was filled with his snores in minutes.

            Harry stood up and headed for his trunk. He wasn't going to be able to sleep any more. His dream was strange, but from the recent events, it wasn't exactly all that unexplainable. Harry's anger over Lightning could easily be targeted at Dudley for even purchasing the dog in the first place. And there had never been a moment that Harry had not wanted to use magic on Dudley. Harry had even thought about going into Dudley's room at night and hexing him, that is, before the Ministry's continuous reprimands.

            Harry could only explain this much of the dream. The rest of the dream bothered him fiercely. Harry had never been fond of the Dursleys' and the feelings were neutral about the Dursleys', but all in all, Harry had never thought to try one or any of the Unforgivable Curses on them. He knew the horrors the curses caused, but in Harry's dream, the other Harry was ruthless and mean. His personality was merciless and filled with hatred. Harry saw this expression only once before, and that had been in the narrow snake-like eyes of Lord Voldemort himself. 

            Harry finished dressing, but as he was about to close his trunk he spied the pensieve that Hermione had given him. Harry looked at it carefully. He'd seen Dumbledore and Snape use it countless time, but he was uncertain how to get a particular memory out of his head. Harry decided to try it out.

            He reached into his trunk and pulled out his wand and he held it at his temple. He thought real hard about him living in the cupboard at the Dursleys' (a memory he definitely didn't want to remember) and he slowly began to pull the wand away. Harry felt the memory slowly disappear from his vision, as if he had watched a moving picture fade to black. A thin silvery strand hung from the tip of his wand and Harry held it up and then slowly brought it down towards the pensieve. He lifted his wand up once again, and the silvery strand was left alone in the pensieve.

            Harry examined it for a second and then decided to remove one more memory from his head. He held his wand to his temple and thought of the night Sirius had died. He could hear his own screams as he yelled at Lupin to help Sirius as he struggled to relinquish himself from Lupin's grasp. Harry gasp as the memory left him and Harry placed it in the pensieve with the other memory. He watched them circle each other as he now only had titles to live the memories by.

            The memory about the cupboard was only thought of as the cupboard, but there was no horrible memory of anything Harry remembered that was in relation to the cupboard. Sirius's death was titled nothing more than Sirius's death. The memory of Bellatrix along with Sirius falling threw the veil was no longer apart of his thoughts. But even though Harry could no longer remember Sirius falling threw the veil, he still felt an enormous amount of unaccountable guilt.