A/N: Hey, here's the next chapter. Please, please, please review. I get sad every time I check and don't find any new reviews, please before I start crying *Puppy dog eyes*.

Disclaimer: Don't own HP. Happy now? Yeah, you probably are. If I can't have him though, no one can grrrr! Woops *looks sheepish* Did I say that out loud? Of course, JK Rowling can have him since she owns him. I wonder if she'll let me rent…?

Chapter 3

The night was silent in the Gryffindor dorms... except for one restless body, tossing and turning in its sleep.

"Sirius! No!" Harry tried to grab the figure that he saw falling but he was pulled away. A maniacal laughing echoed in his mind, which made Harry want to claw at his own skull to make it stop. He knew too well who it was.

"You killed Cedric, you've killed my parents, and I'll kill you," He shouted into the darkness around him. The voice continued to laugh but then words began to form.

"And you, Potter, killed your godfather!" Harry's knees collapsed and he knelt in the darkness, holding his head. The voice continued to taunt him, telling him how disappointed his parents must be of what he had done, continuing to get louder. Harry shouted for it to stop, but it continued, getting to the point where he felt as if his head would burst. Just when he was about to submit to the taunting, Harry saw a silver prick in the darkness. With relief, he saw a silver stag running towards him. It was his patronus. The voice seemed to cower as the shining form got closer and finally it was gone. This had never happened before in the dreams, usually it continued until Harry woke up. The stag stood before him and Harry slowly got up. He reached out to pet it, hoping that he could actually touched his patronus, but it suddenly moved around him and ran behind him.

"Wait, where are you going? Don't leave!" Harry spun around to find the stag running towards what appeared to be a pillar of silver mist. The stag stopped once it was beside it and Harry watched in amazement as the pillar twisted and turned, forming into a figure. It was a beautiful young woman that had eyes that glowed amber in her silver face. She wore a dress of swirling silver mist and her wavy, nearly white hair flowed behind her in an invisible wind. One of her delicate hands stretched out towards Harry's stag to pat it on the head, with a smile on her ethereal face. Harry continued to stare in awe as the stag knelt before the girl. With a wave of her hand, the stag stood up and getting closer to her dissipated leaving back a cloud of the silver mist. The mist moved towards the girl and she absorbed it. She then turned and looked at Harry.

"W-Who are you?" She smiled and drifted closer so that she was only a foot away.

"It's inside of you Harry, what you need is inside of you." Her voice was like silk when she said this, every word flowing smoothly from her voice.

"What's inside of me?"

"Something I can help unleash for you. Trust your instincts and your heart, Harry." She held up her glowing hand that seemed like transparent, silver glass and placed it on Harry's chest when she said this. He could feel the gentle pressure of it against him, cool and comforting, sending a tingle down his spine.. A soft smile graced her lips as she slowly faded. Harry panicked though and tried to reach out for her asking for her not to go.

"We'll meet again, Harry." With that, she was nearly gone. Harry tried one last time and tried to grab her arm to keep her there. He felt something solid under his fingers and thought he had finally gotten her.

"Don't go," He said to her.

"Well, I can't exactly go anywhere if you're holding onto me, mate." Harry was confused.

Harry opened his eyes to see that he had a grip on Ron's arm. He sheepishly let go and apologized.

"That's all right, Harry. It's time to get up. So, who didn't you want to go?"

"A girl," Harry said with a frown on his face.

"Oh," Ron smiled mischievously, "Anyone I know?" Harry shook his head and lightly punched his friend on the arm.

"Not like that, you git. I don't even know who she was. I'll explain it when we get to breakfast." He got out of bed and quickly got dressed. They both then met Hermione down in the common room and went down to breakfast.

~*~

"So, she was made out of mist?" Harry nodded. Hermione and Ron were intently listening to Harry tell them about his dream.

"The kind of mist a pratronus is made out of. It's strange... My stag bowed to her as if she were its queen or something and then…"

"And then what, Harry," Hermione encouraged.

"She spoke to me and disappeared."

"What did she say to you?"

"I… I don't really remember actually. Probably nothing important," Harry lied. He didn't know why he didn't want to tell them. He just had a feeling that if he did they may overreact. Yes, it would be better if they didn't know. They didn't quite look convinced but they didn't say anything, respecting their friends' privacy. Instead, Hermione asked another question.

"Do you suppose she was a patronus herself? I've never heard of human forms for patronus's though. It may be possible." Harry shrugged.

"There isn't much we'll learn from just one dream. It was probably a one time thing anyways." Harry absent-mindedly shifted the scrambled eggs on his plate around, glancing up at the enchanted ceiling. It was a crisp, autumn morning with barely any clouds in the sky. This didn't do anything to brighten his mood however.

"So, was she good looking?"

"Ron!" Hermione glared at Ron and he held his hands up in defense.

"Hey, I want to know. So, was she?"

"Like a Veela," Harry said without looking up from his plate. He didn't notice the worried looks that his two friends exchanged.

"Are you all right, Harry?" Harry nodded, still not looking up. He quickly finished off his bacon and then stood up.

"I forgot one of my books. I'll see you guys in Herbology." He swiftly left the room, without looking back at his friends.

"Well, what was that about?" Ron shrugged.

"I bet he just fancies the girl." This earned him a slap on the arm, "What?!"

"Is everything you think about have to do with girls?" Ron just rolled his eyes and ignored Hermione as he continued to eat.

~*~

Harry slowly walked through the halls, thinking of his dream. It was bothering him that he didn't know what the girl meant. What would she help him unleash? He thought of the powers that he may still hold that had been given to him when Voldemort first tried to kill him. He hoped that wasn't it. Anything else that Voldemort had, Harry didn't want. Perhaps it was what Dumbledore had spoken to him about last year though. The thought that maybe he should talk to Dumbledore crossed his mind and he found himself turning down a hall that would take him to Dumbledore's office. Harry had noticed that he wasn't in his usual spot at the staff table. He wanted to ask him about what had been the problem last night anyways and he was close to his office.

He was passing by the stairs where he had once been stuck in one of the steps and he heard someone let out a yelp.

"Crud! I just had to forget about the stupid step!" Apparently someone had forgotten about the step and was now in a similar situation as Harry once was. By the sound of the voice it was a young woman and an American too. He didn't remember any American students here at Hogwarts though. Deciding he could go see Dumbledore later, he turned up the stairs to see if he could help. He was surprised to find a beautiful girl wearing muggle clothing to be the girl in trouble. He couldn't see her face since she was bent down and pulling at her leg, but from what he could see she was gorgeous. Her wavy chestnut brown hair was long and the denim jacket over a forest green shirt showed off her petite figure. She wore jeans, and one of the pant legs was stuck in the step up to her ankle.

"Need any help?" He began walking up the stairs to the girl as she finally looked up. Her brown eyes were like those of a hawk. Sharp and beautiful, but they looked kind. Her angelic face held a grateful smile as she saw him.

"Thank you, yes I need some help. Apparently I have short-term memory and forgot about this step." Her voice suddenly struck a familiarity in Harry but he couldn't quite place from where. It sounded beautiful though. She then crinkled her brow as she looked at him, "Do I know you? I'm sorry but I'm having a strange feeling of Dejavu (sp?)."

"I don't think so. I've never met an American before. Strangely enough though, I'm feeling as if I've met you too." Harry was now on the step right below her, his head nearly level with hers only a couple inches lower, "I'm Harry Potter by the way."

She shook his hand, not showing any sign that she knew about his fame from his name. He felt an unusual tingle in his hand that shot up his arm and noticed that she looked surprised for a moment but her face then cleared.

" Pleased to meet you. I'm Leona Watson. So, you're a student here?"

"Yes, aren't you?" Harry looked at her muggle clothing again, perhaps she was new.

"Oh me? No, I just got here yesterday."

"So, you're going to be one here? Are you an exchange student?" Leona shook her head, looking nervous.

"No. I'm a…" She paused.

"You're what?"

"I'm sort of what you call a muggle." Harry looked at her in surprise.

"A muggle? How'd you get here though?"

"It's kind of a long story," She quickly changed the subject, "How do I get my leg out of this step, Harry?" Harry blinked.

"Step? Oh, yeah the step. I'm afraid no one knows how to get out of it except to wait." 'Smooth move, Potter,' he thought irritated to himself finding the voice to suspiciously sound like Malfoy's, 'why did you bother coming up here if you couldn't help?'

'Because he's a decent person,' answered another voice, this time sounding much like Ron, 'Plus the girl's hot, bugger off.' Yes, definitely Ron's voice. Harry inwardly smiled, trying to hold back a laugh. He forced himself back to the present though and realized he still hadn't gotten an answer to what Leona, a muggle, was doing in a wizarding school.

"Um, Leona. How is it possible that you got past all the wards? Did a wizard bring you here?" Leona shook her head.

"I was on my way to talk to your headmaster about that myself, but I got sort of stuck if you know what I mean," Harry nodded sympathetically, "Now, there must be a catch or something." She bent down again and began to probe the stone step with her delicate hands.

"I don't think that'll work. I've been stuck myself in that step," Harry tried to explain to Leona. She still continued to search though, slightly tugging her leg as she searched.

"There's got to be a way to get this thing to work though… Dang it let me go you stupid step!" Harry moved back a few steps in surprise as he saw her hands glow silver for a moment. Leona let out a yelp as she started to fall, her leg finally released from the step. With seeker reflexes, Harry moved slightly forward and caught her before she could fall on the hard, stone stairs. He felt that unusual tingle again, this time spreading across his entire body.

"Are you sure you're just a muggle?" He asked, his eyes searching hers which were now mere inches away. She looked surprised and her brow crinkled in confusion.

"You feel that too…the tingle?" Harry slowly nodded, looking at her intently. Her chocolate brown eyes then widened as if she realized something, "You have it too." This was a mere whisper that Harry, though very close to her, could barely hear.

"What do I have?"

"I don't know, but it's strong in you… It's in this castle as well. It seems… familiar for some reason." Harry was about to ask her what she was talking about when someone cleared their throat loudly behind them. Both heads turned to see Professor Dumbledore standing there.

"Professor!"

"Harry," he nodded, "I see you've met our visitor." Harry looked back at Leona and they both blushed as they realized their position. Sheepishly, Harry removed his arms from around her waist and Leona loosened her hold around his neck. The tingling disappeared as all body contact was gone. Looking closely though, Harry could still feel a light pulsing inside of him, separate from his heart beat. He saw out of the corner of his eye that Leona's ivory face was still tinged with a blush, making her look even more beautiful than before if this was possible. Harry blushed again as he found his thoughts dwelling on this and forced himself to only look at Dumbledore though he could still feel her presence beside him.

"She was stuck in the stairs, Professor. She fell and… and I caught her. Really, it wasn't what it looked like." Harry felt himself blush for the third time as he stumbled over his own words. Dumbledore merely nodded and smiled at them.

"I see," He turned his gaze fully to Leona then, "Miss Watson, I was just coming to speak to you, about a… proposition." Leona smiled and nodded.

"What a surprise, so was I." She then moved down towards the base of the stairs where Dumbledore was, Harry not too far behind looking more confused than he had ever before. Proposition? What were those two talking about?

"Really? Well then, I have a feeling that we both have similar intentions then?" Leona nodded and this was when Harry finally remembered why he was down this hall in the first place.

"Professor, I'd like to speak to you too. It may be important." Dumbledore's brow creased with worry.

"Another dream, Harry?" Harry nodded.

"Not the usual though. Also, I'd like to ask about last night."

"Not the usual you say? Well then we must talk then. About last night though, I can answer that right now. We had an unexpected visitor, which you seem to have already saved from a disappearing step." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled humorously as realization shown in Harry's eyes and he looked at Leona in surprise.

"She was the reason?" Dumbledore nodded, "Oh… Professor, I don't know about that saving thing though. I had no part in getting her out, just catching her."

"Well, then perhaps saving her from a terrible fall." Harry nodded, smiling a little.

"Yes, I guess so. But about that glowing…"

"Glowing?" Dumbledore looked at Leona and she nodded. "I see. Another part of why I'm making my proposition then. Come, we don't have much time before your first class Harry and Professor Sprout doesn't like tardiness under any circumstance." Both sixteen year olds nodded and followed Dumbledore to his office.

A/N: Stopping there for now. Hope you like it. I'd say thank you to everyone that has reviewed me but Fanfic is screwed up right now and the only person I know of that reviewed me is Nocturnal. So, just thank you in general to everyone that has read my story and/or reviewed. I'd love you even more though if you reviewed. So, Review Please!!!!

I didn't realize as I first began this story that it would start to evolve into a romance so I'm adding that to the genre. The story popped into my head as just a muggle girl finding her way to Hogwarts and finding to her surprise and to everyone else around her that she wasn't much like other muggles. Then as I went along, like I usually do, I added to the plot. Hope you don't mind!