I'm hoping that this story is somewhat enjoyable. It starts out a little slow, but things pick up. There's a small Draco encounter and a night of dancing later on. I love Draco.

Siriuswulf- Remus and Sirius have reason to be worried, just not quite yet. It's delayed.

~ Dreams and Death Eaters ~

"Harry? What's wrong?" Hermione asked.
"What? Oh, it's nothing," Harry smiled back kindly.
Anyone else would have let the subject drop but Hermione Granger, one of Harry's two best friends, knew him better than that. Hermione was incredibly smart, though somewhat of a know-it-all, and quite pretty. She was slim with slight curves, brown eyes, and long wavy brown hair. "Something is bothering you," she prodded.
Harry didn't exactly feel like explaining his feelings in as public a place as the pub they were currently in, but he knew he wouldn't be able to shake Hermione. "It's Sirius, he was acting weird tonight. I think it was because of something I said."
"Who said what?" asked Ron, walking up to their table carrying three bottles of Butterbeer. Ron Weasley was Harry's other best friend and had been going out with Hermione for going on two years. Ron was tall, a few inches over six feet. He was skinny with brilliant red hair. Where Hermione was Muggle born and an only child, Ron was from a completely magical family and had five brothers and a sister. The Weasley family was one of the nicest in the world, in Harry's opinion.
Hermione rolled her eyes at her boyfriend, "Go on Harry."
'Well, I was mad that they hadn't found any information on Voldemort yet and then Sirius got kinda mad and Remus pretty much told us to shut up. Then Sirius was saying that if I went to look for Voldemort myself I'd probably die and that I couldn't help anyone if I was dead. But then his expression changed completely, he looked so scared. I've never seen him look that scared."
The three friends didn't notice, but a few people nearby had heard the word 'Voldemort' and sneered in Harry's direction. That name was rarely spoken in the wizarding world, as people were afraid of him and preferred to refer to him as 'The Dark Lord', 'You Know Who', or 'He Who Must Not Be Named'. In Harry's first year at Hogwarts he discovered that the wizarding world never said 'Voldemort', though he never really understood why. Dumbledore was the only other person he had ever heard who spoke the name freely. 'Fear of a name only increases fear itself, Harry.' He had said, and Harry believed him. It had taken Ron and Hermione a good five years to get used to Harry speaking the evil wizard's name out loud.
"Oh," Ron said. "Why would he look scared though?"
"It was like he realized what he said, and then he stopped looking at me. I said I was sorry for thinking that I could go looking for Voldemort myself, but he still wouldn't look at me. He just nodded."
"You thought you could what?" Hermione asked, almost choking on her Butterbeer.
"Harry, you can't-"
"I know that Hermione," Harry interrupted, "calm down."
"Where would Sirius get that idea then?" Ron asked suspiciously.
"I've just been stressed lately, getting impatient that we haven't come any closer to finding a way to kill him," Harry lied. He had actually contemplated going to find Voldemort, but he knew that he had very little chance of surviving if he just charged in recklessly. The Order knew about the prophecy and were all so worried about Harry that he couldn't bare to tell them the truth. If he died then there was a chance that Voldemort would live forever, according to the prophecy.
"So, you're not going to look for him?" asked Hermione.
"No, I'm not going anywhere," Harry reassured her.
" Good, this way we don't have to tie you down," said Ron, sounding worried and relieved at the same time.
"I'd like to see you try," Harry joked, trying to lighten the mood.
Ron laughed, 'I'm just as strong as you and I've got at least three inches on you in height."
"But who's the more powerful wizard?" harry questioned, his eyebrows raised.
"Honesty, you both suck, so who cares?" Hermione smiled innocently. 'Harry, want to dance?"
Harry looked at Ron, "You mind?"
"Go ahead, I'm not the dancing type. Just have her back in one piece," smiled Ron, settling down to drink his Butterbeer.

Harry led Hermione onto the dance floor where a wizarding band Harry didn't recognize was playing a slow, yet happy song.
"What are you going to do when I'm not here to dance with?" Harry asked Hermione while gracefully dancing in tune to the music.
"Why wouldn't you be here?" Hermione asked.
"Well, I'm sure you'll want to go out with Ron alone sometime."
"Oh, that, you made it sound like you wouldn't be coming back. I don't know, I'll have to teach him to dance, unless you want to."
Harry laughed, "I can picture it now. Ron and I dancing in the living room to some love song. Sirius would come in and break down into tears. I'm pretty sure he'd think there was something seriously wrong if he thought I'd suddenly decided that I liked guys."
Hermione laughed, "Remus would be understanding. But there's nothing wrong with liking someone of the same sex, people like that get married all the time and have wonderful lives and-"
"Yes Hermione," Harry interrupted, "I never said there was anything wrong with that, but I'm not gay so your speech on the homosexual population has no effect on me."
Hermione looked up at Harry. "Fine," she said disappointedly. "It's just that they are very-"
"Hermione!"
"Okay, fine, no more lectures."
"Good," Harry laughed, "I finished school months ago. I had hoped to take a break before having to learn anything else." Hermione just smiled politely and let Harry guide her along the path he carved on the dance floor. He was an excellent dancer, though he had never had any lessons that she knew of.

"Remus?"
"Hmm..?" came the mans mumbled reply.
"What are you two doing?" Harry asked, bewildered as to why his godfather and former professor were asleep on the lawn beside each other.
Remus sat up, "I believe they call it sleeping."
Harry rolled his eyes. "I can see that, but why?" he said sarcastically.
"We were watching the stars weren't we Padfoot?" said Remus, nudging Sirius with his elbow.
"Hmm.." Sirius said groggily, waking up.
"Harry is home," Remus explained, standing up from the damp ground.
Sirius stretched, standing up beside Remus. "What time is it?"
"A little after one," Harry answered.
"When did you say you'd be home?"
"Around one," Harry answered again.
"Well, at least he's never late," Sirius grinned at Remus.
"That would be because he makes his own curfew depending on when he wants to come home," commented Remus dryly.
"Hey, I do not!" Harry defended himself.
"Yes you do," said Remus, " and don't pretend you don't."
Harry rolled his eyes, "I'm going to bed."
"Night," Remus and Sirius said, following him into the house.

***

"My Lord, it is done," said a cruel voice. Two men were talking, hidden in the shadows of a dark room.
"You have done well, Lucius. I had not been sure that you were still in a position to handle such a task," answered a high and cold voice.
"I still have one excellent source in the outside world, My Lord. One source that even Dumbledore does not yet suspect."
"Yes, you're son Draco. He may very well prove to be an excellent Death Eater himself. You have done well Lucius."
"Thank you My Lord," said the man named Lucius, bowing slightly.
"Now leave me, I wish to speak with Vartan," said the high voice of Voldemort. He paced the room as Lucius Malfoy left to get Vartan. Voldemort was a tall man, if he was still a man at all. His eyes were the darkest black, turned blood red when he became angry. He was skinny, barely more than a skeleton with jet-black hair and extremely pale skin.
"You asked for me?" said Vartan, walking into the room.
"Yes. Carter, I have a small task for you."
"Yes?" Carter Vartan waited for Voldemort to continue.
"Watch Potter and Black. I want to know what they are doing. That Muggle loving fool, Dumbledore, and his followers will be trying to come up with some method of destroying me. Watch the boy and his godfather closely."
"If you don't mind me asking, why?"
"Potter and Black will, more than likely, be very involved in whatever Dumbledore is planning. I want to know their part in everything. I want to know their relationship with each other. I may be able to use one to get to the other if need be. Dumbledore, Potter, and Black must all be dead for me to achieve my goals."
Carter Vartan nodded, "Very well."
Voldemort laughed, "Immortality will be much more comfortable when they are no longer living in this world."

***

Harry sat up in bed very suddenly. His eyes were wide and his clothes were damp from sweat. His limbs were shaking as he brought his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs. "It was a dream, it was just a dream," he breathed, trying to steady his heartbeat. The details of the dream were slipping away from him like sand through open fingers but his mind still retained the general message. Voldemort wanted Sirius dead. "Voldemort wants Dumbledore and I dead too, but that's no surprise," Harry mumbled. "Why Sirius?" Harry rested his head on his knees, not even noticing the tears that had gathers in the corners of his eyes during the dream. After not moving for at least a quarter of an hour Harry started shivering from the cold of his sweaty clothes against his warm skin. He wiped the beads of sweat and tears from his face and slowly got to his feet to change into dry clothes. He was about to open a drawer to put on another tee shirt when his head started pounding. The pounding grew to a searing pain concentrated where his scar sat on his forehead. Harry clutched his head in pain as the searing suddenly turned to blinding pain and his scar burned white hot. Harry moaned, a barely audible gasp, before he fell to the floor, unconscious.

Sometime during the night Remus thought that he heard the crinkle or bed sheets being kicked and a sharp intake of breath. He awoke half an hour after that, sure that he had just heard something fall, but he was still tired drained from his transformation and sleep overtook him before he had a chance to think about the sounds.

"Sirius, did you hear something last night?" Remus asked, walking into the kitchen the next morning.
Sirius raised his head from the Morning Prophet. "No," he said, sounding sad and frustrated.
"What's wrong?"
"Voldemort, he attacked a football game last night. Over fifty Muggles died."
Remus' eyes widened in shock. " I'm going to check on Harry," he said, turning on his heel and sprinting back up the stairs.
Sirius ran after him feeling confused and suddenly worried. "Remus, what's going on?"
"I thought I heard something last night, something fall, but then I fell asleep again," Remus said, reaching the second floor.
"So? What does that have to do with Harry?"
"Maybe nothing, I just want to make sure," said Remus, stopping outside Harry's bedroom door.
Sirius quietly opened the door, expecting to see Harry asleep in bed. What he saw was a messy, yet empty bed and his godson laying on the floor. "Harry!" Sirius exclaimed, immediately at his side. Sirius didn't move him for fear of hurting him. "Harry, wake up."
"He looks flushed, his breathing is regular though," Remus observed, kneeling on the other side of Harry. He gently put his hand on Harry's forehead. "He has a fever, his skin is damp."
"Harry, wake up," Sirius tried again, fear building inside of him.
Harry moaned, hearing his name from far off. His eyes fluttered open and he immediately began to shiver. "Sirius?"
"I'm here."
"What, what time is it?" asked Harry, sitting up a little too fast for comfort.
"Only nine," Remus answered. "What happened?"
Harry stood up, accepting the help of Sirius and Remus to get to his bed. "I had this dream. I forget most of it now. Someone did something, something bad I think. Voldemort was talking, he wanted us dead." Harry looked worriedly at Sirius. 'I woke up cold and sweating so I got up to change and then my head started hurting. My scar was burning and then I guess I blacked out. It's never hurt that much before."
Sirius handed Harry a sweater, which he quickly put on. "Did you see anyone in the dream?"
Harry shook his head, "Not really. Voldemort was there, talking to someone, maybe a few people. I can't remember. Sorry."
"It's okay," Sirius smiled reassuringly.
"Sirius, why did it hurt so much? My scar has hurt before, enough to make it feel like my head was going to explode. But this was worse."
"There was an attack last night," Remus explained.
"On who?" Harry asked, afraid of the answer.
"A Muggle stadium during a football game. You're scar probably hurt so much because of all of the people that died under the Dark Mark."
Harry hung his head, his hair covering his eyes, "Death Eaters."
"Yes," Remus nodded quietly.
"How- how many died?"
"Over fifty," answered Sirius. He could feel Harry clench his fists. "It's not your fault. You can't see the future, you couldn't have prevented it."
"No, I can only feel their pain. I can feel their lives being ripped from their bodies by a bright green light," Harry growled. "They weren't even magic, he wasn't purifying any bloodlines. He was just killing for fun."
"Harry-"
"What," Harry snapped. "I have more magical blood running through my veins than he does and I'm powerless to stop him from murdering innocent people!"
"It's not your job to stop him," Sirius said forcefully.
"That's exactly what my job is! You know what the prophecy said," Harry shouted, glaring into his godfather's eyes.
"Well I'm not about to let you go off and try to kill him by yourself!"
"Well no one else is doing it!"
"Because no one knows how!"
"No one lives forever, it can't be that hard to kill him!"

"Hey!" Remus shouted. "I won't stand here and listen to you two fight like this," he growled. "Harry, you can go find Voldemort if you want, but he'll kill you. Sirius, you can demand that Harry stay here all you like but he won't listen forever. And Harry, you know very well that it doesn't matter how much magical blood you have. Hermione and Neville should have proven that to you," he declared, his voice calm but hard.
Sirius looked at Remus in shock, Harry had reverted back to staring at the floor.
"We have no hope of winning this war if we can't even listen to each other," Remus stated, clearly angry.
"Remus, I-" Sirius started.
"I don't care, it's not important," Remus interrupted but stopped when he saw Harry shiver almost violently. "Harry-"
"I'm fine, just cold," Harry said shortly.
Remus sighed, "I'll be downstairs." He stopped in the doorway, "Harry, he will kill you if you go to him." Harry closed his eyes, listening to Remus' retreated footsteps in the hall.
"He's-"
"I know," Harry cut Sirius off. "He's right. I know."