A/N: Okay, thanks for the reviews!  I'm so happy people think it's suspenseful!! *Grins*  Anyway, I will be starting the prequel to this, the Lily and James story, today hopefully.  To answer questions about Holly, she probably won't be mentioned much in this story, but you can read the Prequel to see who she was and what happened to her and so forth.  The story will be called Misread Destiny.  Please read it!  And don't worry, I will be still updating both stories just as frequently.  Anyway, enough of my blabbering!  Lol!  Read and review! : )

Chapter 28: 

            The trio made their way down to Hagrid's hut.  Harry, however, was slightly out of it.  He couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened.  Lupin had seemed to take to heart what those people had said, but then he had dismissed it as a panic attack!  Harry had the slightest feeling that it wasn't one, though.  He decided to tell his friends about it.

            "Hermione, Ron?"  The two looked up at Harry expectantly.  "Well… you know the 'panic attack' that just happened?"

            "Yeah," said Hermione instantly.  "Are you sure you're all right?  You look really shaken up." 

            "I know," agreed Ron.

            "Well… it's just;  I don't know- I felt trapped.  And all of these voices-"

            "What voices?" asked Hermione immediately.  "Of the Founders?"

            "Not exactly- most of the voices came from… my parents, and Sirius… and this girl with a beautiful voice, and when I told Lupin-"

            "Lupin?  He was there?"

            "Yes; in Dumbledore's office.  Anyway, Lupin said the voice was Holly's… whoever that was.  And in my head, my parents and Sirius and the girl said to tell Evelyn and Calista they said hello and that they miss them.  And my Dad said to tell Lupin sorry.  Then this thing was chasing me and they all yelled to go…"

            "Whoa, mate," said Ron, looking shocked.  "You're talking to the dead…"

            But Hermione looked strict.  "Did you tell Lupin and Dumbledore all this?"  Harry nodded.

            "Yes, and Lupin looked really pleased... but then they said it was a panic attack, nothing more." 

            "Hmm..." frowned Hermione.  "It seems to me like Lupin believed you."  Harry nodded. 

            "That's what I thought." 

            "Well, in any case, we need to find out if this Holly person was real…"

            "But how?" asked Ron just as they arrived at Hagrid's door.  "We can't ask Lupin; he may not tell us; and if she was real, Evelyn and Calista might get upset."  Hermione looked at him like he was stupid, but to tell the truth, Harry had no clue what she was talking about, though he didn't let on.

            Hermione sighed.  "We ask Hagrid."

            "Oh!" said Ron and Harry at the same time.  Hermione rolled her eyes and knocked on the door.  It opened a moment later.

            "Why hello!  'S been ages!  Thought ye fergot the way teh my cabin!  Come in!" exclaimed Hagrid happily. 

            "Sorry Hagrid," said Harry smiling.

            "Oh, it's okay.  I know yeh've been busy," said Hagrid dismissing the apology.  "But 's good ter see yeh!" 

            "You too, Hagrid," said Hermione.  "But how was your summer?" 

            "Oh, it was good, it was good."  Hagrid ushered the three to the table and served them boiling tea and rock cakes.  Harry slyly slipped one into his pocket; he, Ron, and Hermione were almost professionals at that particular art. 

            "So, what've yeh been up to today?"  Harry shot Ron and Hermione glances, warning not to tell about Harry's 'panic attack.' 

            "Well, we had defense with Calista- I mean, Professor Wentworth," said Hermione.

            "Did yeh?"

            "Yeah, and it was really interesting!" added Ron.  "We did all of this teamwork and trust stuff and had to put down who we would trust with our lives, and everyone but three people put Harry down!"  Hagrid chuckled.

            "Well, can't blame 'em, now, can yeh?  All that stuff Harry's done-" he said proudly.  The conversation went on for a few more minutes.  Finally Harry began the question. 

            "Hagrid-"

            "Yeah?"

            "I was wondering; I mean, I know all about my father, but who were my mother's best friends?"  Hagrid looked rather taken aback. 

            "Well," he began.  "I didn't know them half as well as I knew your Dad's friends and yer Mum… but I remember them.  Yer Mum's best friends were Evelyn and Calista-"  Ron and Hermione looked shocked, and Harry remembered thet he'd forgotten to tell them, "-and a beautiful young girl named Holly."  Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged surprised glances.  She had been real! 

            "Who was Holly?" asked Harry so quickly that Hagrid stopped for a moment.

            "Holly- well, I don't know too much about her, really.  But she was so nice and friendly always, an' polite.  She had the most beautiful voice anyone'd ever heard… Pretty, too.  Really long, straight, thick brown hair and huge bright blue eyes.  Even prettier eyes than Calista, she had.  Everyone was sure that she would become a famous singer once she got out of Hogwarts- but we'll never know… It was the summer before yer parents seventh year, an' she was taken by Voldemort, and she wouldn' give him any information.  He killed her." 

            "Oh," said Harry sadly.  Finally the three left Hagrid's, speaking in low whispers. 

            "Harry," Hermione was saying, "Didn't you say the woman in your head had a beautiful voice?" 

            "Yeah…" Harry managed.  "It was amazing… never heard anything like it."

            "Then there's no other explanation.  You somehow reached some place… that must have been real!" 

            Harry looked down.  "I never wanted- do you think Sirius and my parents and all of them- are trapped?" 

            "I don't know, mate," said Ron.  "But I'd say we had better hurry up and kill Voldemort..."  Harry and Hermione stopped in their tracks. 

            "What?" asked Ron.

            "You said his name!" said Harry.  Ron looked fearful for a moment and then smiled.

            "I did, didn't I?" 

            Exactly a week later, a very frustrated boy could be found in the Dungeons of Hogwarts, trying fruitlessly to clear his mind. 

            "Professor-" Harry panted.

            "Potter," said Snape coldly.

            "This- is not- helping!  I know Occlumency!  The dreams I'm having are not from Voldemort, for the hundredth time!"

            "Don't say the Dark Lord's name!"

            "Oh, whatEVER!  Get over yourself!" exclaimed Harry angrily. 

            "What did you just say to me Potter?"  Harry took in a deep breath.

            "I said, sir, that you need to get over it.  Dumbledore says his name.  Lupin says his name.  Sir- I say his name.  And there's no point trying to stop me, because I don't say it to try to act all hero-ish and arrogant and brave!  I say it because I just-don't- fear- a- damn- word!"  Snape looked very taken aback.  His black eyes widened in surprise.  

            "Well, then.  I suppose you aren't completely like your father… In any case, do not say the name and do not use foul language, or I shall be forced to take away points from Gryffindor.  And, in any case, I believe you are right about knowing Occlumency- so the Headmaster thinks it would be wise to begin Legilimency.  

            "Really?" asked Harry, surprised.  Snape nodded, looking almost sick for complying with Harry's wishes.  

            "But let us resume this lesson next week."

            "All right," said Harry, surprised.  "Bye."

            "Bye."

A/N: Not much to say; but please review!