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Harry woke up with a start and touched his now burning scar. He'd had the same dream he'd been having for the past few weeks, but this time it had ended differently.

It was the same as it had happened at the end of fourth year, Cedric died, then Voldemort had taken some of Harry's blood and rose again. Tall, thin and pale Voldemort had stood there, his evil red eyes staring straight into Harry's. Then suffering the Cruciatus curse, feeling as if tiny blades were piercing every part of his body, and acid was being poured over his bones. After that came the duel, then the dream usually ended with Voldemort ordering the Deatheaters to kill him and Moody laughing. That was the usual dream.

However, this time after going through all that it had all changed. He'd seen Voldemort sitting in a room by the fire, beckoning someone to come forward.

"Come here, boy." He'd said, to whoever he was meant to be talking to. "Come and meet your master."

Then he'd started to laugh insanely.

"Soon, you will bear the mark that all my followers have and you will have the honour of serving me. But first I think we should have a few lessons."

Then he began to laugh again, a piercing evil laugh, which had chilled Harry to the bone.

Now here he was, wide awake, his eyes watering. Harry wondered if that event had taken place.  He knew it was possible because Dumbledore had said so himself last year. Harry looked at the clock. The glowing, red digits showed that it was 4:00am. Harry groaned. Rubbing his throbbing head, he climbed out of his bed, put on his glasses and went and sat by his desk, resting his head in his hands. He wondered if he should do some homework, or maybe he could read some more of 'Magical Mischief Makers', which he'd, got off Sirus for his birthday.

He'd had a great birthday this year. He'd had a book off Sirus, some rock cakes and chocolate frogs off Hagrid, Bertie Bots every flavour Beans and some homemade Toffee off Ron and the Weasley's, not to mention a fake wand and some other items of interest off Fred and George and a variety of different sweets, some new parchment and coloured ink off Hermione. He'd even got a card off Remus Lupin! That had been the best day of Harry's holiday, however, it still couldn't shake him out of this sad mood he was in.

His mood hadn't been improved when he'd got a letter from Ron last week telling him he wouldn't be able to come and stay for the last week of the holidays. It had read: -

Harry,

It doesn't look like your going to be able to come and stay for the last week of the holidays. Mum has asked Dumbledore but he seems to think it's safer for you to stay with the Dursleys. Mum says she'll get money from your vault and get your books and things for you, and we'll sort them all out when we get to the station. Sorry about this, Harry.

Hermione can't come either, it seems she's 'gone away'. Probably to see 'Vicky'.

See you at the station,

Ron

Harry could already see the scene when they met at the station. Ron would be at Hermione immediately, questioning her.

His scar was hurting slightly less now, but the dream was still vivid in his mind. It was like a video on repeat, it kept playing over and over. Every single thing that had happened at the end of last year was repeated nightly for him. As if once wasn't enough. Just the thought made his eyes start to fill up. Look at strong, brave, famous Harry Potter now, he thought bitterly, crying over Cedric, his parents and everything else with it. He was sure the slytherins would have a good laugh if they realised he did actually cry over his dead parents. They'd be in hysterics if they realised he cried about Cedric as well.

He often seemed to wake up crying after he'd had the dream though. He didn't expect anyone to understand, as they hadn't seen what he'd seen. The title 'disturbed' didn't appeal to Harry much, so he hadn't mentioned it to anyone.

Taking his glasses off, Harry wiped the tears from his glazed, green eyes and sighed. He might as well finish off the rest of his homework now; there was only a couple of days left till the start of term. Putting his glasses back on, Harry got out a new piece of parchment and began his homework.

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A/N – Hope you've enjoyed the story so far. Please read and review!

Thanks to everyone who's reviewed so far, I really appreciate it! J And if anyone would like to be a beta reader for me, please tell me. Thanks to 'killing-dance' for suggesting it. More chapters on the way!