Chapter 6

She woke up on the floor in a tangle of green silk sheets. She had a slight headache and her body was a little sore, so she figured it was from falling out of bed. The first thing she could think was, 'What the hell was that?!' She had had this dream many times over the summer but this time it was very different. First of all, it was usually her father doing the torturing in the dream, and sometimes in real life too. Secondly, she had never woken up from the dream sore before. She tried not to think about it too much because after all it was just a dream, right? However, she couldn't help feel like something was different this time. What it was she didn't know.

She got up from the floor and looked around. Her roommates must not have heard her fall or must not have cared because they were all fast asleep. When she looked out of the window she saw that it was still dark. It couldn't have been later than six in the morning. She figured since she was up she should get ready. Maybe a nice warm bath would help her relax and ease her sore muscles. But, while she was in the shower she couldn't help remember the dream. It seemed so real, more like a memory. Then her thoughts wandered to her 'attacker'. 'Would he really do that to me?' she thought to herself. 'Of course he would. You've done nothing but treat him like shit for the passed six years, what would you expect, a hug?' Then her thoughts immediately shifted to the plan she had had for ruining the potion. Her original plan was to add to much dragon fang and have the potion explode. Now she thought it wasn't such a good idea. After all, what is she got hurt? So, she decided to go with adding too little so that they would have to start all over again. Of course, she would blame it on Harry. She hesitated for a moment. 'Do I really want to make him angry?' she thought. 'Well, he deserves it for reminding me of him, doesn't he?' Pansy was furious that she now had to constantly watch her back because of Harry. She still wanted to tease and torment him but she would have to make sure that she wasn't alone when she did it. She did not want her nightmare to become a reality. What she didn't know was that it already had.

He woke. He felt awful. He hated Pansy but not that much. Was he really capable of something lie that? And why did she call him "father"? Harry was the most confused that he had been in a long time. He had no idea why he would dream something like. That. In fact, it wasn't even a dream…it was a nightmare. Harry hated Pansy, sure, but he would never seriously hurt her, would he? 'Of course I wouldn't,' he thought stubbornly. Still, he made a mental note to never be alone when dealing with Pansy. If he was capable of hurting her, he wanted to avoid it. 'That'll be hard since she's always provoking me,' he thought as he sat up in bed. He looked out the window and saw that it was still dark. It couldn't have been later than six in the morning. He was covered in sweat as if he had run a long distance, and his feet were cold as if he had been walking barefoot on the cold stone floor. If he hadn't been so preoccupied with the dream, he would have noticed these things. He also would have noticed that his wand was in his bed instead of in his nightstand where he usually kept it. He decided to take an early shower.

During breakfast that morning, Ron and Hermione noticed that Harry seemed distanced and worried about something. They wanted to find out what, but their interest in each other limited their interest in the conversation that they had started with Harry, which thoroughly annoyed Harry.

"Harry, is something wrong?" asked Hermione absent mindedly while feeding Ron a piece of toast.

Harry couldn't help but think 'I hope he chokes on it,' before mumbling "no".

"Come on, Harry. We know there's something wrong. Why don't you tell us?" Ron had managed to say through a mouthful of toast.

"Maybe because I don't think you'd care!" he said a little louder than he had intended. His anger was starting to rise. He marveled at how easily he got very upset these days.

Hermione frowned and stopped feeding Ron. "Of course we care. Why would you think that?"

"Gee, I don't know," said Harry his voice dripping with sarcasm, "Maybe because you two don't seem to care much about anything besides yourselves anymore. I mean, yesterday in potions you two nearly cried when you didn't get partnered. You acted like you were never going to see each other again when your in the same fucking class! Not to mention the same house! You know what, the truth is you guys make me sick with all your lovey-dovey shit. I can't stand it. So either stop it around me, or just stay away from me! Got it?" He had said all he wanted to say and he didn't want to see their faces right now. He didn't care that half the Hall was looking at him or that Ron and Hermione looked horrorstruck. He got up to leave. "I don't know if you care, but I'm leaving," he said savagely. "Oh and by the way," he whispered so that only Ron and Hermione could hear, "That water goblet yesterday morning… it was me." He turned and walked straight out of the hall without looking back.

Pansy saw the whole thing from the Slytherin table and couldn't help but feel happy. She loved seeing Harry in pain and angry. She did not, however, follow him out of the hall this time. She wasn't stupid and she knew that would be suicide. Instead she concentrated on her plan for their upcoming potions class.

They had potions at the end of the day and for all of the people in the class, the end of the day came too soon, way too soon. Everyone was dreading having to work with someone from the opposite house. The door to the dungeon class room was locked and the whole class waited outside for their professor. The Slytherins were on one side of the hallway and the Gryffindors were on the other. When Harry arrived there he could already hear Malfoy's furious rants about having to work with Neville.

"I can't believe Snape is making me work with that idiot," he raved. "Doesn't he know how stupid Longbottom is? Snape obviously wants the entire classroom blown up." All the Slytherins laughed while Neville turned a bright shade of pink.

Harry was the first Gryffindor to speak up. "Neville's the one who should be complaining Malfoy. I know I will be when I have to work with any of you assholes. Oh, that's right, I already have to work with one," said Harry eyeing Pansy. It was the Gryffindor's turn to laugh.

Pansy was furious. She walked to the front of the group and said, "Take that back, Potter," while she took out her wand. She wasn't afraid to take on Harry with the rest of her house backing her.

"What are you gonna do, Pansy, try to curse me? I can already guarantee that you won't," said Harry almost laughing at his challenger.

"Stupefy!" Pansy yelled, she had had enough of him and his arrogance.

Harry saw this coming. "Protego," he said almost lazily and the spell was deflected and hit the wall. "Better luck next time," he said as he pointed over her shoulder.

All the Slytherins turned around and saw Snape coming down the hallway. When he reached the door he unlocked it and everyone went in and sat next to their partners. Snape's only word was "begin." Everyone took out their notes and started the potion. About halfway through, Hermione raised her hand to ask a question.

"Excuse me Professor, but I was wondering… you said that the potion will let you see the other person's most recent memories, does that include dreams?"

"Miss Granger, if you were as competent as some teachers thought you were you would know that the answer to that question is no. Since dreams are not real, they are not considered memories. Memories are things that have actually happened, so everything that you will see, if you manage to make the potion correctly, will have really happened. I should mention that by recent memories I mean what has happened in the last twenty four to forty eight hours." After this there were no more questions. The final ingredient, dragon fang, was given to the students pre-measured. Snape told the class that he had changed his mind and had decided to measure it for them so that there would be no accidents. When Harry and Pansy received their dragon fang, Pansy put her plan into action.

Before Harry could put the ingredient in Pansy said, in what she was sure was a loud voice, "Are you sure we have enough, Potter? Their bag looks like it has more." She pointed at Malfoy and Neville's bag.

"I'm sure it's fine since Professor Snape measured them all," said Harry through gritted teeth, trying to ignore how much Pansy's voice annoyed him.

"Let me see," she said as she snatched the bag out of his hand. "Well, I still think we need more." Just as Pansy was about to dump some out of the bag so that they really had less, Snape walked to the side of her and said, "Miss Parkinson, I can assure you that I am quite capable of measuring ingredients correctly, now kindly just add the ingredient." Grudgingly, Pansy did as she was told. 'Shit! Now the potion will work.' Then the first real worry came into Pansy mind. 'He'll be able to see my memories. This is not good. What if he sees something about father?' As if reading Pansy's mind, the same fear crept into Harry's mind. 'Damn Snape for making us do this. I swear he gets off on making us fucking miserable. She better not see anything important.'

With five minutes left to go Snape gave the final instructions. "Now, if you all read your notes you will notice that the potion needs to brew for the remainder of the week. Therefore, for the rest of the week you will spend your time writing me an essay about the many different way this potion can go wrong and also why is this a useful potion. You are dismissed."

Harry and Pansy had no idea what memories they would unlock when they took the potion. They were both worried that the other would see something private. The rest of the class also shared their fears. However, no ones memories would affect them the way Harry and Pansy's would.