Disclaimer - I own nothing Harry potter wise apart from the Trent characters

The dark-haired girl knelt in front of the row of candles, lighting each one in turn

" For Lily Potter, James Potter, Sirus Black and Isabella Trent, the people we have lost, but not forgotten, tonight I light these candles for you "

Pausing her head bowed in pray she continued on

" For Remus Lupin, Severus Snape and Harry Potter the ones left behind, tonight I light these candles for you "

Raising her hand she touched the last of the candles " Be at peace "

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Somewhere across the country a dark-head boy, named Harry Potter woke with a start.

The dream was still on Harry mind the next morning as he headed down the stairs to breakfast. The Girl seemed so familiar but he couldn't place her and why would anyone pray for snape, that traitorous evil greasy git. At the thought of snape, a wave of rage travelled through Harry's body.

As he entered the kitchen The Dursley's were sitting there, and jumped when he entered the room, Obviously the little " talk " that they had gotten when they picked Harry up from the train station was still on their mind. Dudley diet and boxing was slowly reducing his weight but his bottom still overlapped the chair. Picking up a slice toast he chewed it in silence and he continued thinking about the dream.

" Boy, there's a letter for you " Uncle Verons voice lacked its usual malice, as he pointed to a letter lying on the table. Harry glanced at it and recognised Rons writing. It probably contained the same thing that everyone else's letters had contained, things about Sirus, something about staying in the house, or staying out of the trouble and hints about what was happening in the order, nothing important incase that the letter got intercepted. He took the letter and tucked in his pocket, he'd open it eventually. The order was writing regularly making sure he was ok, and telling him to stay out of trouble.

After breakfast he returned to his room, where he had spent most of his holiday, working on his schoolwork and staring at the walls, generally trying not to think about Sirus. Sirus the thought still made Harrys eye mist with tears, if only, if only. Hedwig hooted softly from her cage as of sharing her master's pain.

He flopped on his bed, his legs dangling over the side as he continued thinking about the dream, it was different than his visions with Voldemort. There was a feeling of safety and peace. Questions filled his mind, who was she and why was she praying for his parents and Sirus, and who was Isabelle Trent. He needed answers and quick, picking up a piece of parchment he sat at his desk and tried to think to write. After several tries he finally wrote a single sentence

Remus

I need to see you, its important

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He were sitting on a porch swing looking across the road at a park, the dark hair girl was sitting beside him

" Hey Harry, hows it going "

" Fine " he answered wondering were the hell he was, and why it seemed so familiar

" You're not really, are you " The Girl gave him a glance that seemed to look into his soul, she had the deepest blue eyes he had ever seen

" You shouldn't blame yourself you know "

Desperate to change the subject Harry turned to the girl and asked " Where are we and who are you " The girl smiled gently, a nice smile that showed in her eyes.

" Your home Harry, and I'm ------ "

" Harry, Harry " Someone was shaking him and the scene shattered in front of its eyes Remus Lupin stood over him shaking him gently. He hadn't changed much expect the deep well of sadness that lingered behind his eyes. Lupin sat on the end of the bed and gave him a sad smile.

" What did you need Harry "

" Who is Isabella Trent " that wasn't what the question that Harry meant to ask, but the answer would explain a few things. At the name, lupin eyes flashed and he sat back.

" That's a name I haven't heard in a long time " his voice was soft and wistful as the corners of his mouth turned up into a small smile. Suddenly his eyes sharpened and he stared at Harry

" Why do you ask " His tone sharper than normal. The words died in Harry's throat but it didn't matter as Lupin continued on.

" Well Harry, Isabella Trent was your mothers best friend, She was killed just before ." he paused swallowing hard. Harry understood the unsaid words. She was killed just before his parents. Lupin picked up the photo album that Hagrid gave him those pointed to a waving figure,

" That's Isabella "

Harry Gasped, it was the girl from his dream

" What's wrong Harry? " asked Lupin noticing his reaction to the picture. Harry began explaining about the dreams and the feeling of safety and familiarity about the girl. As he talked he carefully watched lupins reaction making sure he picked up on any hidden signals.

" How very Strange " Lupin replied sounding as puzzled as he looked, " I'll have to look into this "

With that comment, he rose from the edge of the bed, and gave Harry's shoulder a firm squeeze. Once Harry was alone again he lay back down unable to sleep, thoughts whirling through his head, he turned and looked out the window and watched the night move slowly through the sky. It was in the early hours of the morning in a stage between sleep and awake he heard the singing,

Golden slumber kiss your eyes,

Smiles await you when you rise.

Sleep,

pretty baby,

do not cry,

And I'll sing you a lullaby.
Care you know not,

Therefore sleep,

while I o'er you watch do keep.

Sleep,

pretty darling,

do not cry,

And I will sing a lullaby.

A memory flickered but to tired to think properly he allowed the voice, to lull him into peaceful darkness

(Note 1: I don't; own the lullaby)

(Note 2: Harrys Option of Snape, is not mine, that man is FINE * Fans herself * Please Review)