Title: Dreams Kill

Author: Fallen Angel of Hell

Rating: PG-13

Coupling: Draco and Hermione

Disclaimer: I own none of the Harry Potter characters.Though I have Original Characters which can be seen below.

Original Characters: Anya Turner and Destiny Nickson

Summary: All hell seems to break loose when Dudley admits what he relived when the dementors attacked to Harry. OotP spoilers.

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Ch. 2 Graces of the higher power

"It can't rain all the time." Eric Draven 'The Crow'

Harry nearly slammed into the door when he reached it. After taking a few breaths to calm himself as he glanced through the cloudy glass of the door seeing the shadows of two people. Finally he opened the door with his eyes to the ground.

"We're looking for a Mister Potter," a female's voice said in a very American accent. He looked up to see a tall short haired brunette dressed in black slacks and a tight black waist coat like Snape wore. Behind her was Lupin in a black suit that had been well worn. Footsteps interrupted Harry's thoughts and he turned to see Uncle Vernon.

"Whatever it is you're selling we do not want any," he spat haughtily.

"Actually Mister Dursley, we are here for Harry," Lupin said calmly.

"Well he's not leaving!" Uncle Vernon seized the back of Harry's shirt pulling him backwards. The door was half closed whenever a hand stopped it from closing.

"I don't think you would want us to come in by force Mister Dursley," the woman said. "Remember what happens when you piss witches and wizards off."

The door opened fully and once again Harry and Uncle Vernon were facing the unknown woman and Lupin.

"May we come in," Lupin asked, "there are a few matters that we would like to discuss with you and your wife."

Uncle Vernon thought for a moment before standing back allowing the woman and Lupin to come in. They were directed to go to the lounge and they did so.

"You go upstairs," Uncle Vernon snapped in Harry's ear, "just keep in your mind that you are not leaving."

Uncle Vernon's eyes glinted with the purest of malice and he smiled evilly. At that very moment Harry knew that something very terrible was going to happen. He ran upstairs and nearly flew into his bedroom shutting the door behind him. For a moment he looked around his room for his invisibility cloak and finally found it under several of his text books. Quick as he possibly could have he wrapped the cloak around him and left his room carefully opening the door and closing it behind him. Getting down the stairs was especially tricky because now that the house had been getting older several more of the stairs creaked which would alert someone.

Finally he reached a closed door and stood next to it. Uncle Vernon seemed to be giving a very long and boring speech on how he refused to allow Harry to leave as punishment. Several minutes would pass before any other voice could speak.

"Well now that you have enlightened us, I might introduce you to Anya Turner," Lupin said, "she is with The Witch and Wizard Confederation of Adoption."

"What does that mean?" Harry heard Aunt Petunia demand.

"It means Mister and Misses Dursley that Remus Lupin here has been granted custody of your surrogate son," Anya said in a very official voice. "Now you have two choices: give Harry to us quietly or we force you to give him to us. It's entirely your option, but keep in mind that he is leaving with us tonight."

"This is preposterous!" Uncle Vernon yelled. There were footsteps to the door and out of panic Harry ran very carefully for the stairs and up to his room just as the door swung open. "Potter!"

Quick as he could Harry opened his door and threw the invisibility cloak. He took a second to turn off the door before he went back down the stairs.

"Yes sir?" He asked standing in front of his turnip faced uncle.

"Get in here!" he snapped nearly dragging Harry into the room. For a second Harry glanced around the room before his eyes came to rest on who he now knew was Anya Turner. She now wore a pair of red framed oval glasses and her waist coat had been unbuttoned revealing a black dress shirt beneath it.

"Did you even offer them to sit down?" Harry questioned rudely.

"We'd better not," Anya said, "never know what they might do." Her eyes flashed icily in Uncle Vernon's direction before she began to walk slowly in Harry's direction.

"Harry this is Anya," Lupin said. Harry nodded noticing Anya seemed to be examining his face.

"If I may," she said touching his face where Uncle Vernon's hand had made contact with his face. Instantly Harry's scar felt as if someone had decided to rub it to sooth him. It was an odd sensation, but he liked that it was a change from the searing pain that he usually felt. "Mister Dursley, have you ever hit this boy?"

Right at that second Vernon Dursley acquired the look of a deer in the headlights. There was an eerie silence that Harry quickly grew accustomed to because the silence was half fear coming from his aunt and uncle.

"Of course he hasn't," Aunt Petunia said after several minutes of silence. Her voice had even given off the strong scent of guilt.

"Thank you for your answer Misses Dursley, but I do believe that I was asking your husband," Anya said looking at Aunt Petunia as if she was a worthless piece of garbage. "I would love to hear your answer Mister Dursley."

"No," Uncle Vernon replied shakily, "I would never lay a hand on him."

"Liar!" Harry yelled. His heart sped up and he looked Anya in the eye. "He hit me! He's done it a thousand times before."

"Well then," Lupin said slightly interested, "this would mean the Dursley's have no choice but to allow us to take Harry, unless they would like to lose everything they ever have or will have."

"Are you threatening us?" Uncle Vernon spat angrily.

"No sir," Lupin smiled, "it is a promise. Now Harry go upstairs and gather your things, we will be leaving at once."

Harry nodded and ran upstairs to gather all of his belongings. At that point he could care less if the Witch and Wizards Confederation of Adoption was real or not, he was free. It almost reminded him of this quote he had read from a movie he had seen briefly called 'The Crow.' All he could think was the rain was over and a new day was about to dawn.

(To be continued...)

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