A/N: I reposted this, if you're wondering why your review history is telling you I updated.  Gotta admit, Molly's right, that Dumbledore scene was a bit unbelievable.  So hey, she does know some things.

Anyway, if you haven't read this chapter yet, it's a bit of a switch. We don't really see Ron and Luna in this one, it's pretty much Harry's POV. Starts with a dream, in case you can't tell. I'm not sure if my italics will show up. Sorry it's been a while. I saw the desperation in the reviews and decided I should update.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, but I did make up the dream. It's a very cool dream. I like it.

Chapter 6

The Gryffindor common room was filled with people, all of them wearing black robes.  They were completely silent. They stared at Harry, as if waiting for him to speak.  "Er..." he breathed, not sure what to do.

"C'mon, Harry.  It's not that difficult," Ron said from behind Harry.  He turned to see Ron and Hermione standing next to each other, standing out from the sea of black.  Ron was wearing light blue robes and Hermione's were bright green.

"Don't pressure him!" Hermione snapped at Ron.  "He has to chose for himself."

"You say that," Ron replied.  "But in the meantime, I get stuck with this."

Hermione hit him on the arm.

Harry turned away, not wanting to get in the middle of his best friend's fight.  There stood Luna Lovegood, her robes simply white.  "Hello, Harry," she said.  "Strange dream you're having, isn't it?"

"What?" Harry asked, very confused.

Suddenly, a tall figure appeared in the room, as if he had apparated.  Everyone in the room, with the exception of Ron, Hermione, and Luna, fell to the ground, apparently dead.

The figure was shadowy with no real shape, but Harry knew that it was Voldemort.  He  walked up behind Luna, his arms enveloping her stomach, and it looked as though she had been split in half.  "Oh dear," Luna said.  "I almost didn't see this coming."

Voldemort began to drag her away.  "Luna!" Harry shouted, afraid for her.

"Harry, no."  Hermione's rational voice came from behind him.  "You can't save her; that doesn't make any sense."

"Why don't you save her, then?" Ron said, still sounding snipey.

"Honestly!  That is just as stupid."  She turned around and Harry caught a glance of a small gray storm cloud on the back of her robes before Ron crossed his path.

"I guess it's up to me," Ron said.

Harry turned back, but Luna and Voldemort were gone.

Harry awoke with a start.  He cursed himself at first, thinking that he had failed at Occulmency once again.  But then he realized something.  That wasn't his typical Voldemort induced dream.  It was... more prophetic.

He stood up, reaching for his slippers.  He put them on and then ran out to the hallway.  He rushed through the corridors, before finally ending up at the gargoyle marking the entrance to Dumbledore's office.

"Er... Ice cream!" he tried, doubting anything would happen.  He quickly racked his brains for candy names, but none came to him immediately.  Luckily, the gargoyle began to move anyway as Dumbledore descended the stairway.

"Harry," he said, looking a bit surprised.  "What brings you here?"

"A dream," Harry said quickly.

"Harry," Dumbledore said slowly.  "You have been practicing your-"

"Yes!  But, Professor, I think this is different.  I think that Voldemort is going after...." But Harry stopped, wondering how crazy he must sound.  Why would Voldemort want her, after all.  "Luna Lovegood," he finished, not feeling that he should lie about his dream.

"Luna Lovegood?" Dumbledore asked.  "Luna Lovegood.  Hmm... Well, this is interesting."

"You believe me?" Harry asked, not quite sure that he believed himself.

"Of course.  But she's perfectly safe in Hogwarts.  We are the safest place in London, I'm sure you've heard."

"Yes, but," Harry started, "I'm worried about her.  Who's watching her in the Ravenclaw common room?  Couldn't you move her into the Gryffindor dorms?  I would just like to keep a closer eye on her."

Dumbledore slowly shook his head.  "I'm sorry, but Professor Flitwick would protest.  He feels very protective of all his students.  What could you do with her there that her house mates couldn't?.'

"But, Professor-" Harry started to argue.

"I suggest, Mr. Potter, that you perhaps try to befriend Ms. Lovegood.  That way you could watch her with out rising suspicion."

Harry sighed, before nodding reluctantly.

"Good," Dumbledore said.  "Now, I'm off to bed.  I suggest that you do the same."  Dumbledore started down the corridor.

"Wait," Harry said suddenly.  Dumbledore turned to face him.  "Could you at least reinforce the anti-apparation wards?"

"Yes, I can that," he said slowly.  "Thank you for informing me of this dream, Harry.  I never thought that Voldemort would... I should have expected though.  Yes, good on you,  Harry."  And Dumbledore strode away, muttering to himself.

And Harry was left with almost as many questions he had when he arrived there, if not more.

A/N: Yeah, I still need to make these longer. They're much to short. I'll work on that. Until next time.