Hey, sup? Sry I haven't posted in so long... I wuz on vacation!!! :-D :-D :-D

Plus, it was kinda hard to decide what to write next in the story. I had this one other version of chapter 7 that i wrote, but i didn't use it. It made Harry look like a close-minded arsehole.

o yeah, and "------------------" ... etc, etc. means a scene change. So anyway, uh... here's chapter 7.

"I...I..." Draco whispered.

Just then, Professor McGonagall's voice bellowed throughout the hallway. Her words echoed against the walls: "WILL ALL STUDENTS PLEASE REPORT TO THE GREAT HALL AT ONCE!!!"

Draco sighed, partly from relief, and partly from disappointment. Harry turned and bolted back into the room. Sirius was sitting patiently, gently stroking Hedwig's feathers. Faint voices drew closer as children poured into the common room below them. "Sirius!" Harry cried breathlessly. "You... you have to get out of here now! Before anyone sees you!" Sirius winked, pulling the invisibility cloak over his head. He vanished out of sight. Harry relaxed a little, and let a smile surface on his face. He went to join the mob of students running downstairs, Sirius close behind. Draco slipped away, unnoticed.

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Harry could hear Sirius' heavy footsteps behind him as he traveled towards the staircase with the other Gryffindors. Each step seemed to linger in the air for one suspenseful moment, but Harry made sure that he heard it come down. He didn't want to lose Sirius again. Neville, who was walking beside him, paused. "Did you hear something?" Neville asked. He frowned. Harry softly nudged Neville with his elbow. "Uh... no. What are you talking about?" Harry replied, hearing the panic rise in his voice. They continued walking, and he looked over his shoulder. "Keep it down!" Harry hissed.

He heard Sirius sigh, annoyed. "Stop worrying so much! I've done tons of things like this in my day, and I've never gotten caught!" Harry kept walking, trying to suppress a relieved little smile. He had nothing to worry about, he kept telling himself.

Harry ran his hand along the great handrail, as he approached the commotion that could be heard throughout the castle. He craned his neck, trying to see over the tops of thousands of bustling heads. Harry could just barely see Professor Dumbledore, Hagrid, and Professor Snape... all of them, except Dumbledore, of course, looked a little distressed. Harry was almost worried again, until he felt a warm hand rest on his shoulder.

Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat, and raised his hands authoritatively over the crowd. The mass of students fell completely silent. "Thank you." Dumbledore said. "Some... things have come to our attention, and we must warn our students not to leave the castle for any reason unless accompanied by a teacher. All Quidditch matches have been postponed until we can... solve this problem."

A groan escaped from the group of people to the left of Harry. This triggered hundreds of mini-conversations among the students, and soon the Great Hall was once more buzzing with activity. The professors made no attempt to quiet all the students down. Professor Dumbledore nodded silently towards Draco, and Draco bit his lip. He knew his secrets were safe with Dumbledore... all of them. But then why did he feel so nervous?

Harry turned around. "Did you hear that?" Harry whispered, wringing his hands. "Yeah..." Sirius replied, sounding a bit distracted.

"What do you think happened?" Harry asked. Sirius didn't answer.

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Harry laid down on his bed in the boys' dormitory, looking troubled. He was completely surrounded by other boys, not at all tense, sleeping peacefully. Harry strived to remember a time when he used to be able to do that. He was too busy thinking... thinking hard. Some really strange things had been going on lately, and he was determined to find out what it was. He longed for the security of having Sirius right beside him, but Sirius had disappeared and gone off to somewhere else. Harry hoped he was ok...

He suddenly felt himself nodding off. Harry quickly jerked awake. He had been having horrible dreams every night for about two weeks now, and didn't want to experience one again. Sure, Harry was used to nightmares, but these were different. They weren't just dreams, they were real. They were all real memories that lurked in the back of Harry's mind, and none of them were good. And they seemed so... so real.

Harry's eyelids once again became heavy. He tried to fight it, but soon gave in and slowly floated away...

Harry was in a bed. No, it wasn't a bed... there were high walls. Very high walls. A crib? He sat up. Everything was... so much bigger. He turned to the stuffed teddy bear on his right. Huge, maybe even the size of his whole body.

Why had he shrank? Harry thought, as he looked all around him. Suddenly, the light streaming in from above him was dimmed. The shadow of two people showed on the blanket below him. Some people were standing over his crib. Harry looked up, and was nearly knocked down by the sense of surprise that hit him.

There, standing over his crib, was a woman and a man. Very tall. The woman had the most vibrant green eyes than Harry had ever seen. And her hair... lovely thick and flowing hair. The man had eyes, too. They projected a loving and caring nature from deep inside his soul. The woman smiled. Mom. The man smiled too. Dad.

Mom and Dad.

Mom. Dad.

Mommy. Daddy.

Mommy Mommy Mommy.

Daddy Daddy Daddy.

Mom and Dad.

Harry's little baby head was spinning. He was so delirious with joy, he didn't even notice the low thump, thump of footsteps approaching the room. Suddenly, the door burst open and Harry's parents spun around.

There stood a person. Not quite a boy, not quite a man. His face was shadowed and hard to see, but Harry could just make out shiny, whitish blond hair. Bright. On his head. He drew a long stick out of his robe. A wand. He pointed it at Harry.

Suddenly, the nice green-eyed lady leapt in front of Harry's crib, just as a beam of light escaped from the end of the wand. It hit the lady. The lady fell. The figure in the doorway said nothing as Harry's father stared at his wife's body in awe. "No!" He cried angrily. Another beam of light, and Daddy was on the floor too.

The person entered the room, wand still drawn. He stepped coldly over the lifeless bodies on the floor, and came right up to Harry's crib. Harry couldn't see his face, but he could just see two gray eyes looking at him from out of the darkness. The eyes were familiar. They usually had a sad and miserable look in them. Yet right now, their silver irises were cruel and unfeeling.

He looked at Harry with a steely glare. Suddenly, a flicker of regret... and then cold stillness once again. He raised the wand, and pointed it right at Harry's head. A blinding flash of green light...

Harry sat up in bed, sweating heavily. He was confused. That was just like one of the memory nightmares he had been having, but... that wasn't right. That wasn't something that had happened in his past, he was sure of it. Or... was he? Why did he suddenly remember that event...as if it was an actual memory?

Harry laid his head back on his pillow. Maybe that was just... a regular nightmare. Yes, that must be it, he tried to convince himself, attempting to fall back asleep.

Suddenly, a soft noise stirred him. He lifted his head off of the pillow, and looked around. Nothing there. Maybe Sirius was back? Harry settled with that thought, and closed his eyes again.

There was the noise again. It was like someone moving around in the room. Harry opened his eyes, and suppressed a quick gasp when he saw a pair of glinting silver eyes looking back at him. But, instead of the cold tone they had before, they now held deep concern and passion. Harry's hand fumbled for his wand, and he pointed it at the person in front of him. "Lumos," he whispered, and the tip of his wand lit up the face of Draco Malfoy.

Harry sighed, and put his wand down. "Malfoy..." he whispered, both puzzled and irritated. "What are you doing? Do you have any idea what time it is-"

"I need to talk to you something." Malfoy hadn't been able to sleep, and needed to get some things off of his chest.

"Well... what is it?" Harry asked, aggravated.

"Uh..."

Harry sighed again. "Look, Malfoy, if you're going to play games with me-"

"No..." Draco cut in. "I need to tell you that... well... Voldemort didn't kill your parents."

Harry stared, confused. "What?"

"Voldemort didn't kill your parents." Draco repeated. All of a sudden, those silver eyes glistened with something else: honesty. Complete and utter honesty. He opened his mouth and let a deadly secret out into the air. "...I did."

MUAHAHAHAHA now ur probably like "WAIT... WTF? HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE???"

Ok... see you chapter 8.