Lindy was somewhat subdued the next day. Harry, on the other hand, was used to strange dreams and pain from his scar, and when he found her in the park he sat down and talked normally. He soon realized something was bothering her, and asked her about it.

"Well..." she said reluctantly, "you might think it's silly... I had this weird dream last night."

'Hmmmm' He thought.

"You were in it..."

'She's dreaming about me?'

"We were in this forest, and it was really dark, and you didn't know I was there... and then you started running, and you tripped and fell and there was this green light and..."

'Wow... deja vu... did we just have the same dream? That's weird. But I shouldn't say anything - something magical might slip out by accident... what would happen if I told her about Voldemort?'

Suddenly there was a pain in his scar. He clutched his forehead - and then realized that she had also clapped a hand to her forehead, in THE EXACT SAME PLACE AS HIS SCAR WAS!!!