Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters, except for Carmen. If you want to use Carmen you have to pay me five dollars! Yes, I'm that desperate for money!

Harry floated to his room and collapsed on his bed. He couldn't believe what had happened. He touched his lips where she had been and he could still feel her lingering at his lips. What had been thinking? It had been obvious it wasn't his head that had been thinking. He had trouble sleeping, but when sleep finally found him he dreamed of an awful scene. He was in a classroom and Sirius, Dumbledore, Hermione, Ron, Neville, and Carmen were there. They were all tied in a chair and Dumbledore seemed to be unconscious. Sirius fought to get out of the chair; Hermione and Carmen hung their heads as if exhausted. Ron was silently crying and concentrating hard on Hermione. Neville was acting as Sirius and was trying to bite his ropes. Then a man with a menacing grin walked into the room. Harry's forehead burned with a blinding pain.
"Well Harry, seems that you have gotten your friends in trouble again. This time, there is no way for you to save them," Voldermort said pulling his wand out. He smiled widely as he pointed the wand out towards Dumbledore. "Avada Kedarva!"
"Noooo!" shouted Harry waking himself up. He felt his scar and winced. He saw in the mirror across from his bed that he was sweating and crying. He shook his head to try to remove the images of Dumbledore's lifeless body from his head. He tried to get up from the bed but his body was exhausted, as if he had just been in battle. His heart was speeding and he feared that he was having a heart attack. He finally found the energy to sit up and when he did, he realized that his wrists were burned, as if he had been tied up. Harry rubbed his head with his numb hands and went to shower. He tried to wash the dream from his mind, but the image of Dumbledore's dead body haunted his brain. He stepped out of the shower and got dressed then he walked down to the bar for breakfast.
Harry stepped into the crowded room and heard all of the laughter and song. It seemed happy, but something inside Harry couldn't mix into the mood. He moved to a table where the Weasly's were sitting.
"Harry, what's wrong?" said Hermione when he sat across from her.
Harry lipped the words latter and then helped himself to a piece of toast, but couldn't stomach it. He pushed the toast away and ran to Diagon Alley. He didn't even notice that Hermione had followed him until she grabbed his arm.
"Harry, are you sure you're okay?" she said looking concerned.
Harry shook his head; he didn't know how he felt. "I don't know. I just had a really bad dream."
Hermione's eyes widened and she tightened her grip on his arm. "Harry, you told us your Occlumency was under control."
Harry shook his head. He hadn't thought about Occlumency in so long, he had forgotten the lie that he had told. "Well, it wasn't. I don't even try anymore. I just can't get the images out of my head Hermione it was awful. Everyone was in it, you, Ron, Neville, Sirius, Carmen, and Dumbledore. We were tied up to chairs. Dumbledore was unconscious and Voldermort came in and killed him. Hermione we have to do something."
"Well, maybe it wasn't a predicting the future kind of dream, but was more like a nightmare. I mean Sirius is dead Harry, how could he be in a room tied to a chair with us?" she said hoping that what she said was true.
Harry nodded, he hadn't thought of that. He was so use to having Sirius with him; it was hard to believe he was dead. "You're probably right Hermione, thanks."
She smiled and they went back to the Leaky Cauldron. The first thing Harry saw was Carmen, waiting for him at the door. He smiled and walked over to greet her. He had forgotten the kiss they had shared the night before, but now the memory flooded back to him.
"Harry, I need to tell you something in private," she said with a smile on her face grabbing his hand.
Harry smiled and she led him out of the bar and onto the busy streets of London.
"Harry, why did you kiss me last night?" she said trying to choose her words.
Harry hadn't thought of it, so he said the first thing that came to his mind. "There's just something about you, it makes me feel different. I want to get to know you, and maybe after we became friends, we could get to know each other even better."
Carmen smiled sentimentally to herself. "I would like that."
Harry smiled and felt tempted to kiss her again, but knew that it would have made their recent conversation a complete waste of time, plus he wanted to respect her. "So, tell me about yourself."
Carmen told him about her favorite books and movies and what she did in her spare time. She also told him about what she wanted to be when she graduated from school. "I was also a keeper on my Quidditch team at my other school. Do you think there are any openings on your team?"
"I'm not sure, it would depend on what house you are placed in. How will you find that out?"
"On the first day, I will go privately and be sorted, so not to make a big scene. What house are you in?" she asked.
"Gryffindor, my parents were in it as well as my friends and my godfather," he said, then he sadly thought of Sirius.
They walked for a while until they were too tired to take another step. They slowly stumbled into the Leaky Cauldron to find Mr. and Mrs. Weasly waiting for Harry.
"Harry, we need to talk to you," said Mr. Weasly in a low voice.
Harry walked over to the table and they sat across from him. Carmen had left to go to her room, but not before looking back shyly at Harry.
"Harry, Hermione told us about your dream last night. You should have told us," Mr. Weasly said.
"It was just a dream. No big deal," he said, but he knew it was a big deal.
"Harry, you probably know better than I do that it is a big deal. We must tell Dumbledore," said Mrs. Weasly looking worried.
Mr. Weasly nodded; it seemed the only thing they could do. "Harry, do you think you could stay out of trouble for a while until we figure this out?"
"Not to be disrespectful, but I think that's a little impossible. I don't go out looking for trouble, trouble finds me," Harry said.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasly looked at each other and just shrugged. Then Mr. Weasly spoke. "Try your hardest, okay?"
Harry nodded. He would try, but he couldn't make any promises. He stumbled up to his room and then pulled himself under his bed. Everyone would be leaving for Hogwarts tomorrow, and he couldn't wait to be back home.

Hermione sat at the bar looking through her new schoolbooks and sipping her butterbeer. Ron came and sat next to her and she tried to ignore him, but he kept talking to her she couldn't concentrate. After she had read the same line fifteen times, she rolled her eyes and slammed her book.
"You didn't have to stop reading," he said.
"Yeah, I kinda did," she said in an annoyed voice.
Ron went on talking and Hermione listened and laughed. Hermione had always felt bad for Ron, because everything seemed to happen to him. Plus, his family hadn't been too well off, until Fred and George started to bring in money. But Ron always seemed to bear the brunt of all of the Weasly jokes, but he stuck in there, even if she had to hold him back from punching Malfoy's face in.
Ron helped Hermione to her room and then he went off to his. Ron sunk into his comfortable bed and dreamed of the Hogwarts Express and Hogwarts itself.

The next morning everyone rushed to get a taxi to take them to the train station. Harry tried to find Carmen, but was unsuccessful and left without saying goodbye. When they arrived at Platform 9¾ everyone shuffled onto the gleaming train, found a car, and took a seat. The trio and Ginny waved goodbye to the Weasly's and took their seats.
Harry kept looking for Carmen, but never saw her.
"So, who do you think the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher will be?" said Ron breaking the silence.
"I hope it's not another person from the ministry. You know how spoiled we are from having such a great one last year," said Ginny looking through her book.
"I heard it was going to be someone the ministry had never even heard of, because of Umbridge," said Hermione.
"Where did you hear that?" asked Harry.
"The Daily Prophet, it's a really great source you know. Even if it is full of crap sometimes," she said going through her bag to pull out the article.
Harry read it and then made a note to himself to subscribe.
"They haven't mentioned you since Fudge made the announcement, if that's what you were looking for. They don't even say hairy, it's the fluffy beasts," she said with a laugh.
Harry chuckled a little and then put the newspaper away. They heard a knock on the door and Ginny stood to open it. It was Neville. Neville took a seat next to Ginny, who got suddenly quiet and wouldn't make eye contact with Neville.
When the train finally stopped, everyone was ready to stretch their legs. Harry climbed out of the car and made his way to the carriages that were no longer pulled by invisible horses, but by Thestrals.
"Harry, are these Thestrals?" asked Ron when they approached.
Harry was surprised to see that Ron, and apparently Hermione because she was also looking at the horse the same way Ron was, could see the Thestrals. Then he remembered that they too had seen Sirius die. "Yeah."
They all piled into the carriage and waited for it to start moving. Harry was getting hungry and couldn't wait for the big feast that was coming. The carriages slowly made their way up to the castle, creaking with every turn of the wheel. Harry watched the rain fall down onto the windows and wished that the carriages would go faster. When the carriages finally stopped in front of the castle doors, everyone piled out and began to walk into the castle.
"Mr. Potter, can I speak to you?" rang the voice of Professor McGonagall.
Harry followed her and tried to ignore the comments made by Malfoy. McGonagall walked him in the direction of Dumbledore's office and was very quiet on the way there. She had to admit, she was very nervous about Harry's dream. This could bring not only the downfall of the school, but the whole wizarding world. She was very quiet while they walked on, because she was too nervous to think of any kind of conversation. When they got to the stone gargoyle McGonagall hesitated before saying the password then, "Pumpkin Pasties."
The gargoyle didn't budge. McGonagall looked at it for a while then finally spoke again, "Chocolate Frogs."
The gargoyle spun upwards and McGonagall and Harry stepped up onto the stairs. Harry was getting worried about McGonagall's behavior. He had never remembered a time when she had forgotten something.
"I'm sorry Harry, I've been a little forgetful since last year. I think it was the stunning charms," she said.
Harry nodded, but didn't know what to say back to her. When they walked into the office Dumbledore looked worn, his once happy dancing eyes were now looked sad and dazed. It took Harry a while to notice that Carmen was also in the office with them. She looked as though she were worried as well.
"You may leave Minerva, and please take Carmen to the Gryffindor table," Dumbledore said.
Even though McGonagall wanted to stay, she knew not to say anything. She went to get the Sorting Hat and its stool, and Carmen followed her out of the room. When they were gone Dumbledore looked sadly at Harry, but tried to put on a smile so not to worry him. Harry had noticed that the objects Harry had smashed the last time he was there were now perfectly repaired and in a decorative position on the table.
"Harry, Arthur and Molly told me about your dream, and I think it's time that you started to learn Occlumency again, and stay out of trouble. I know that for you it is harder to say than do, but you must try hard. Please promise me you will try," said Dumbledore.
"Of course, sir. I just have one question," Harry said.
"What is it Harry?" Dumbledore asked as he looked at his watch, he was running late for the ceremony.
"Why didn't you mention your son?"
Dumbledore sighed, "I will have to tell you later. That is a story that needs time that we don't have right now, so let's go down to the feast."
Harry nodded and they walked to the feast together.