Disclaimer – Familiar stuff isn't mine

AN – Hey :D Thank you all so much for your amazing reviews I appreciate them all so much. Wow I never thought people would like this story so much but I'm glad you do lol. To answer one question Is there an Uncle Bilius mentioned in the books yes there is in the 3rd book in Divination when they are discussing the Grim Ron reveals he had an Uncle Bilius who died after seeing the Grim. Ha guess what not in this story lol. But more of that later. So here is chapter 16. Are you all thoroughly confused after the last few chapters? Well good because here is where I will begin to unravel the complicated thread and put the pieces of the puzzle together so y'all can be unconfused. Aren't I nice lol. Enjoy and as always Review :D.

Harry opened his eyes

He felt hot yet he was covered in a cold sweat, making the itchy hospital blankets stick to his trembling skin. His eyesight blurry he could only see shapes and outlines around him. The memory of the dream came flooding back to him. He had watched them die.

He had dreamt his parent's death as if he were there. But it had all seemed so real. He could still hear Voldemorts screams as his spell backfired. He shivered trying to shake the memory. Shaking his head in an attempt to clear it.

He began to shake even more at the memory of what he had witnessed. It had been no dream. He was certain of that. He stifled the sob that had caught in his throat. He would not cry. Not here.

Harry had made a vow that he would never cry if he could help it. His tears were his own and for no one else to see. He'd learned at a young age what showing others your tears could do.

The shapes and outlines that he could make out started to move, but didn't speak, it was as if they were observing him, watching him, like they hadn't seen him in a while. They coughed and sniffed it sounded like they were crying. Harry smiled.

"Ron cut it out you dolt" he laughed as he searched around for his glasses.

Without them he couldn't see a thing which was what was making his search of them rather difficult.

He knew he was in the hospital wing at school. He'd been certain that was where he was from the moment he opened his eyes. The smell of Amber, Passion Flower, Cinnamon, Narcissus, Allspice and Jasmine invaded his nostrils.

Harry frowned as the names of the herbs danced in front of his eyes. In reality when he had awoken he had merely thought it smelt like the hospital wing it apparently ran much deeper than that. He hadn't realized how much attention he actually paid to Hermione's bantering.

Now they were in sixth year the trio, (Ron, Hermione and Harry) had all agreed they should start studying right away. With Ron and Harry wanting to be accepted in to the Aurors Academy, Ron hoping for a scholarship and Hermione hoping to win a place at Cliodna's School of Magical Medicine they needed to tap in to all areas of their expertise and heighten them to the extreme. Both schools were top schools and would take all their effort to win a place.

Usually quite laid back about school Ron and Harry had agreed it was time to get serious, much to Hermiones delight. And had reluctantly let her take charge of their academic lives. She had risen to the challenge and drawn up a revision timetable for them all to follow. They would study together helping each other wherever necessary.

In one study session Hermione had been learning about Herbs. Harry had tuned out and started to make notes on how to track a phrillapus but Ron had helped her go over and over the different properties of the herbs and what they were used in and how to get the best from them. He must have been paying more attention than he had realized as all the Herbs that had come to mind where used in medical cases.

As he thought about it he realized that was the reason he had been so sure of his whereabouts. Amber was used for Stability, Passion Flower for sleep, Narcissus for Peace, Cinnamon and Allspice for Healing and Jasmine for Health. All particularly important in Hospitals. Hermione would be pleased with him.

It also helped him. Having been in the Hospital Wing more times than he could count on his own 2 hands he knew its layout to memory. Making it easier to find his missing glasses.

He sat perfectly still on his bed. Raising both his arms out to the side he felt around until he hit something. After a few seconds his left hand hit something solid. Again he became still. Shuffling his body up his bed he moved his left hand around the table he had come in to contact with. Nothing.

"Damn it" he cursed "Ron mate hand me my glasses would you. Amusing as my blindness may be to you I'd like to be able to see."

Without a word he felt his hand taken in to 'Rons', he then felt his glasses pressed their and his fingers closed around them. 'Rons' hand lingered around his own for the briefest of moments before his hand was dropped in to his lap.

Harry frowned as he replaced his glasses to their familiar, rightful place. It had seemed to him that 'Ron' hadn't wanted to let go of his hand. How very odd.

Now smiling at his clear vision Harry turned to face his friend, his smile instantly vanished. The mysterious shapes and outlines, the person who had coughed and sniffed, who had handed him his glasses and not wanted to let him go was not as he had thought his red headed friend.

Harry let out a startled yell.

Dean opened his eyes.

His throat was sharp and painful from his screaming. His blankets were twisted and turned from his violent movements while he slept.

Slept? This had all been a dream. A rather realistic dream but a dream all the same. They did say that the best dreams were the most real.

This had been far from Deans 'best dream'. His best dream to date had been the one where he had been picked to play football for his all time favorite team, Westham; he was the best player the squad had ever known. He was rich and famous and was dating seriously successful, talented and above all gorgeous American singer/actor Hilary Duff. Now there was a good dream.

His father had been in this dream.

Deans eyes stung from the memory. His Dad had been in his dream. Not just photo Dad real Dad. He had seemed so real. He'd spoken to him held him loved him. Explained to him why he had to leave.

Dean rubbed his eyes trying to wipe away the memory with it.

It was a dream he tried to convince himself you've been so mixed up over why he left you've subconsciously made up your own reasons. Your dad was not a Wizard

He sighed. Regardless of how real his dream was or wasn't it didn't change the fact that his Father wasn't coming back in to his life not now or anytime soon.

He felt about ready to cry. Like he had in his dream. For a moment he had wished the voice calling him back to consciousness had belonged to that of his father.

"ARGHHHHHHHHHH"

Dean sat up startled. He recognized Harrys screams but couldn't understand why he was screaming. Maybe there was another escaped convict towering over his bed with a knife ready to hack him to pieces.

Well in reality it had been Ron's bed Sirius Black had been towering over and he wasn't actually trying to kill Harry but Rons pet rat Scabbers who was actually Peter Pettigrew. An old school friend of Sirius's and personal slave to Lord V. Everybody knew that . . . Now!

Looking around he was able to take in his surroundings. He wasn't in his dorm room as he had originally thought but in the school hospital wing. To his left he saw Hermione lying inert on her bed. A strange girl was sitting beside her talking softly to her.

Dean had never seen her before. She was kinda cute. She had nothing on Hilary Duff but she was definitely hot. He saw her lips form a small smile as if she'd heard what he was thinking. He shook his head that was impossible.

Almost as impossible as what he saw next. Turning his head to the right to see if he could see the others of the Spectacular Six. Clearly not all of what he'd experienced was a dream, he saw a familiar face he to had a visitor and unlike Harry who had yelped when he saw his own. Dean was stunned to silence.

AN – Part one is now ready for your approval there may be up 2 three parts but then there may only be 2 and then the part that ties it all together and then I'll think of finishing it lol. A sequel may or may not occur as I now have an idea thanks to my good friend Ruth – Author Hermione Starise – read her fics they are amazing :D but I don't really know we'll see when this is over. Thanx to everyone who reviewed as always and thanx to Ruth for all her help. Enjoy.