A/N: To my reviewers:

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Uptight: What? * Me*, skip homework? You must be out of your mind, Katie! ;) Ah, but I love cliff hangers! And It was *not!*

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Keronshara: You know, you're right. I made a mistake. Oh, well. pretend that Wormtail wasn't one of the attackers on the train. Sorry ;)

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Jess: Thanks. I don't remember how I knew the mirror thing. but when I read the book, I just did. I must have read it somewhere. But I don't really know if that's when they went to school. It was an educated guess. Let's see-in the second book it is Nick's 500th death day, and the cake says 1492, right? So that means that the book took place in 1992, right? Well, Harry was twelve, so he must have been born in 1980. And, most kids' parents are around twenty or thirty when they are born (mine were). So that makes the year somewhere around 1964-1974, I would say.

One more thing before we start the story:

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix comes out in 21 days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sorry-anyway, here's chapter 9:

When Harry woke, he groaned and showered, then went down to the Great Hall with Ron and Hermione. They only spoke when McGonagall handed out the schedules.

Harry smiled to himself. He had potions last thing today, and knew it wouldn't be as bad. He and Severus had called a sort of truce on each other. Of course, no one else could know.

Ron then groaned. " Divination with the fraud today!"

" Who's going to be our DADA professor?" Hermione asked.

Harry only shrugged. " Divination this afternoon. I wonder what's going to happen?" Harry really hoped he didn't have a vision in class, but didn't voice his concerns.

The three of them went to their first class, Transfiguration. McGonagall had them turning goblets into owls. She had warned Harry earlier to pretend to not be able to do it, because his powers made every class seem incredibly simple. Right now, he could easily master seventh year material.

Only Hermione was able to produce a flying owl. McGonagall smiled at her, and then at Harry when no one was looking.

After that class, they had CoMC, which was boring because Hagrid had them reading about serpents from books. Then, lunch, and finally, Divination. Harry was dreading this class, but wondering what he was going to do.

" Ah, welcome to another year of Divination. I hope that some of you have been practicing with crystal balls during the break" She said, with a pointed look at Harry.

" Today, we are looking into crystal balls, a little deeper this time, though. Please grab one and take it to your seat."

When everyone got one and Neville dropped his, she went on. " Now, please look inside and tell me what you see" Harry watched as Ron tried to find a shape through the foggy mist, and then Harry realized that no longer could he make up his homework.

He peered into his crystal ball, and felt like his brain was sucked inside. He failed to notice Trelawney watching him. His mind and feelings and emotions were sucked in to the orb, and he knew no more than he was seeing.

There was an old, weathered building on a tiny island. The building radiated off a sense of coldness. It was Azkaban.

The moans of the inhabitance echoed through the tight air, making the place even colder. Then, the bushes rustled. The Death Eaters were there. A voice was whispering to the servants, and then they attacked. All ran forward with their wands out and burst open the door with a spell.

Immediately, chilly air escaped. All moaning stopped in surprise, then there were insane smiled on all of the faces of the prisoners. The hooded figures guarding the cells stood at the door, not moving.

A cold voice hissed to the hooded figures, and they looked at each other, and then nodded. They watched as the Death Eater's leader pointed his wand at the other cells, and all of them burst open. The insane prisoners were free, and they bowed down to the leader and kissed his robes. He cackled an evil laugh that echoed across the island and out to sea.

Then, a prisoner fell, stunned. The leader looked around and saw an Arourer for the side of light stunning his servants. He quickly shot the killing curse at the man. Others came, but they were killed too. Their faces were not visible, but they were enemies to the leader. The leader grabbed a boot out of his cloak, and all of the people and hooded creatures touched him. A second later, they all disappeared.

Harry's eyes rolled back, and he just kept staring into the orb. Ron noticed this, and knew that Harry was seeing something. " Professor! Professor!" He called quietly. He did not want to attract attention. Harry suddenly shook. Ron knew he was done with the vision, and about to come out, but he still had to ask the questions.

"Etro Perspectivo!" the professor had opened her mouth first.

" Death Eaters." Harry droned. " At Azkaban. Voldemort was there too. He told them something, and then they left from behind the bush and attacked. When the door burst open, cold seeped out. The Dementors were asked if they wanted to join, and they agreed. They stood and watched as Voldemort opened every cell, and let everyone free. Then, Arourers came. One stunned a Death Eater, but Voldemort killed him. He killed the others that were there. Then, he had a portkey and the others grabbed him, and they went somewhere."

" Do you remember anything more?"

"No."

" What did they look like?"

" The Death Eaters wore masks that covered their faces. Their wands were always out. Voldemort was the tallest and then thinnest. You could see his red eyes glare through his mask. The Arourer who died had a brown beard and long hair. I didn't see the faces of the others. They just died. The Dementors wore black robes, and I could see their green skin and hands."

" How do you know it was the dark lord? How do you know it was Azkaban?"

" Voldemort. I could recognize those red eyes anywhere. And he had a cold, snake like voice. The place was a small island, where there was only one old building. It felt very cold. The sea surrounding it was rough."

" Very well. Wake up!" she pinched his ear.

" Ouch! What happened?"

This time, Ron got a word in. " Harry, your eyes rolled back into your head." Ron said nothing more, for the whole class was staring at him. Harry's eyes grew wide in understanding, and then quickly explained to his classmates, " Sorry, just. fell asleep."

Trelawney was still watching Harry, looking at him with pity and astonishment. " Go see the Headmaster!" Harry did not need to be told twice. He now remembered all of the dream. When he got to the stone gargoyle, he told the password and ran inside.

Dumbledore was sitting at his desk. He looked a little surprised when Harry came in.

" Harry! Are you alright?"

" No, Professor. I had a vision in Divination." He explained all of his dream, and told Dumbledore that he thought Trelawney got the details out of him, and that he should ask her.

Dumbledore nodded. " I will ask her. But this is bad news. Now, I don't want to send any arourers, but as that was a vision, somehow, they will die."

Harry looked angry with himself. " Great! Now I'm practically sending important men to their deaths! Because it has to happen, now that I had a vision!"

" Harry, you are not sending anyone to their deaths! If anyone is, I am. I have no choice but to send them there. But, you say that he had long brown hair and a beard?"

" Yes." Suddenly, Harry remembered something he hadn't before. " And. and an earring." Harry thought he knew who it was, but didn't want to believe it.

Dumbledore thought for a moment, then gasped.

" Professor, do you know who it is?"

" Yes. And I believe you know too. Please don't tell his siblings."

" But, that can't be! He's not an arourer!"

" Yes, but it looks like I am going to have to send him out there. Tell me, in your vision, did you see him at all after the curse was thrown?"

" No. Does that mean he could have dodged the curse?"

" Yes, it is possible. I am going to tell him all of your dream, and tell him to dodge the curse. Hopefully, he will live. But don't feel bad, Harry. It isn't your fault."

Harry sighed. Everything was his fault. He didn't express this thought, though. He just said goodbye and went to Gryffindor tower, where all of the Gryffindors were waiting for an explanation. Hermione already knew because Ron told her.

" Harry, what did Dumbledore say?" Ron asked, concerned. Harry was forbidden to tell Ron, and plus, he really didn't want to, when that person was. don't dwell on it! He thought to himself.

" He just confirmed that it was a vision, though I doubt anyone doubted it. Did you tell anyone else except Hermione?"

" No, I made sure of that." Hermione answered for him.

" Harry, do you know who the people that are going to die that you mentioned are?" Harry sighed. He was tired of keeping secrets from his friends.

" I know one of them, but I don't think you want to know. Dumbledore told me not to tell anyone. I'm sorry." It seemed that Dumbledore told him not to tell a lot of stuff.

They understood, and Hermione dropped the subject there, but Ron asked, " Is. is it someone I know?"

Harry sighed and looked at his feet Ron and Hermione could see the pained look in his face.

" Er. you might know them. I do."

Hermione could easily see the discomfort Harry was in, and nudged Ron in the elbows for asking that question.

What little that was left of the day passed without event. When Harry went into his dorm to sleep, he was almost afraid to close his eyes. If he did, the he would see. Harry didn't want to think about it. It was indeed someone Ron knew personally. Harry hoped that he would show his courage and agree to die while fighting, because someway, he had to go.

When Harry finally aloud himself to sleep, he began to dream.

It was post time at the Great Hall. All of the houses were there, awaiting their owls, oblivious to what had happened, and the information they were going to receive. Errol swooped down on Ron, Fred, Ginny, and George.

Before anyone could reach for it, Harry grabbed the owl and the letter attached.

" Before I let any of you read this, I want you to know that I saw it. I saw it happen. It was my vision, and I don't know If he will be ok, but it doesn't look like it. Maybe there is a way.for him to be alive."

" What? Who are you talking about, Harry?" Hermione asked.

Harry gulped, and didn't answer for a minute. Then, he whispered, " Bill." Harry watched as the four sets of eyes widened, and then lunged for the paper. Harry was repeatedly praying: please let him live please let him live!

Fred had the paper. Once he read it, he gasped, then dropped it. Harry expected the worst, however.

" HE'S ALIVE! RON, GEORGE, GINNY, HE'S ALIVE" Other students were wondering what Fred was screaming happily about, then they read the paper.

Harry smiled, relived. His eyes turned to Dumbledore, who was watching him with a twinkling smile. Harry could read his thoughts from there. Well done, Harry. If you had not had that vision, he would not have known to jump away.

Harry found himself walking up to Dumbledore. " Sir, there's more to it than that. You see, last night."

Harry's dream or vision, which ever it was, ended, but instead of waking up, he had another.

It was Azkaban again. Harry knew that he was reliving the same vision. or was it the same? So far, everything happened just like he predicted. Then he realized that he knew he was there. This was not a vision. This was really happening right now.

Harry watched as Voldemort broke down the doors, asked the Dementors to join them, and then opened cells. Then, he watched the scene that he wanted, but also didn't want to see, in case anything went wrong.

An Arourer by the name of Bill Weasley stood up to Voldemort. He cursed a Death Eater, and Harry watched as that familiar sick green light jetted toward Bill. Harry somehow knew that Bill would not jump out in time, but he also knew that he could save him. How he knew, he did not know.

Harry found himself pulling out his wand and yelling " Expelliramus!" at Bill. This caused him to be blown backwords, out of reach of Voldemort's spell. Sure, he didn't have his wand, Harry had taken it, but he was safe. Voldemort thought he was dead, because he was blown backword. Harry realized that when he had the vision, he saw Bill being hurled backwords, and falling down, but that was because he had saved him, even though he was dreaming right now, which would have been the future then. Harry's head began to swim in confusion.

The rest of the dream passed like he had predicted, but Harry didn't think about the dream. Had Bill really survived? He hadn't moved through the rest of the dream. Maybe Harry was too late, and the green light had already killed him before Harry had shot his spell. Harry now doubted whether he was living. He hadn't moved.

A swirling mist engulfed Harry, and then he woke up.

" Harry, wake up, we'll be late for breakfast!" Ron called. Harry groaned, and wondered what was going to happen. Fudge couldn't deny Voldemort was back now that he had taken Azkaban. Harry knew he had to tell Dumbledore, but remembered his first dream, and recalled that he told him after Ron knew Bill survived.

The whole breakfast was just as Harry predicted, even though this time, he knew he survived, because Fred told him. Then,

" Sir, there's more to it than that. You see, last night.this may be confusing, but I had two dreams. The first dream was of this morning, I guess it was a vision, and I knew that Charlie had survived. In that dream, the last thing I did was come up here and say there's more to it than that. Then it ended. The second dream was almost exactly like my vision of Azkaban, only this time, I somehow did the disarming spell, which knocked Bill out of the way. I saw him fall, and it looked like he had been hit by Avada, but he wasn't. I guess that in my vision, I saw my self saving him, but it looked like he got hit." Harry said all of this in a mouthful.

Dumbledore was speechless. " You. you cast a spell. in your dream? That's not possible! How did you do that?"

" I don't know, sir. I just did. I think that, since I knew he would survive because I had the dream of breakfast the next day first, I knew I could save his life. I don't really understand it myself."

" Harry, first I must say thank you, for saving Bill's life. You have extraordinary power, even more than I know of, and that was astonishing."

Harry blushed. " Sir, can you not tell Bill that I did that? I. I don't really like. attention."

He smiled. " Always so modest, Harry? But ok, I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to."

Harry smiled back. Then, he noticed something small moving around Dumbledore's food. It was a beetle. It had antenna, and markings that looked suspiciously like glasses.

" Oh, no! Get her!" Harry said suddenly. Dumbledore looked surprised.

"Who, Harry?" The bug realized that she was found, and flew away, and Harry cursed in his head.

He looked extremely sullen. " That, Professor, was Rita Skeeter in her animagus form. She is an illegal Animagi, and her form is a beetle. That was how she was getting stories on my and my friends last year. Hermione found out what she was doing, and. well."

Dumbledore looked astonished. " Really? What did Hermione do?"

" Well, she.er. imprisoned her in a jar for the summer, and told her to keep her quill to herself. I'm guessing it did no good, since she was spying on us. Now she's going to print the story of how I saved Bill's live, or make it sound like I'm insane, . again."

Dumbledore looked sympathetically at the fifteen-year-old. " I hope she's learned her lesson."

**

After breakfast, the students looked at their schedules

" Oh, no! Potions first thing!" Ron said.

Harry smiled. He knew Snape was really misunderstood. He had a complicated life, just like Harry. Harry would even go so far as to call the two of them friends.

When they entered the room, Snape sneered. When no one was looking, he gave Harry a small smile.

" Today, we will be making the dreamless sleep potion. Open your books to page 374, and begin. If you goof this potion, it will become, not a dreamless sleep, but a sleep with nightmares, so don't mess up!"

Once the class finished grumbling and got to work, Snape went into his office, and only returned when the class was finished.

" Good. Now, who to test it on?."

" How about Potter, Professor?" Malfoy called out gleefully. He fully expected Snape to do this.

Now Severus had a huge dilemma. If he used it on Harry, he knew what kind of dreams he would be having. If he didn't, Malfoy would be sure to tell his father, who would inform Voldemort, and soon Snape would have the Dark Lord asking why he didn't mistreat Potter every chance he got. He had no choice. He knew that Harry had been reading his thoughts, so he apologized to him.

I have to do it. I'm very sorry. It could be brewed right, however.

Snape put on a fake sneer, and said, " What an excellent idea! Potter, come here, and bring your potion! Hurry!" Snape tried to be as mean as possible.

Harry rolled his eyes when no one was looking and brought his potion. He whispered so that no one could hear, " I did it right, though."

He took a large gulp, and instantly fell asleep. Snape waited for a minute until he was sure that Harry had not had a nightmare, then brought him back with an antidote.

" Go back to your seat, Potter." Snape said. He tried to sound disappointed instead of relieved. " Class dismissed. Potter, stay behind."

Harry saw as Ron and Hermione gave him sympathetic smiles, and Draco gave him a sneer. They were expecting Snape to do something awful.

" Yes, Professor?" Snape looked around. Seeing that some were still in the room, he told Harry to come into his office.

" Harry, I'm sorry. You know why I did it."

" Yes, it's ok, Severus."

" Also, I heard about. what you did last night."

Harry sighed. " Does everyone have to know? Rita Skeeter is going to publish it tomorrow, saying that I am lying about saving Ron's brother."

" Maybe, but I know, and you know, and Dumbledore knows, that a word she says isn't true."

" yeah, but then Ron's going to ask questions, and so is his whole family. I'm expecting ten howlers tomorrow. Mind if I don't come down to breakfast?"

" Harry, people would wonder what you were doing. But, you must hurry to get to your next class. Go, Potter." He ended this sentence with a sneer as he stepped out of the office.

" Thank you, Professor." Harry called back. When he met with his friends, he simply told them that Snape thought he had cheated.

Harry found that through the whole day, he could not look Ron in the eye. He knew the reason, of course.

That night, Harry had a nightmare. It wasn't a vision, or something happening right now that Voldemort was doing. It was just a normal nightmare.or was it?