Harry found himself on a dark and quiet beach. It was quite warm and the sound of the sea louder then any other sound Harry could hear. There was a little outcrop of rocks a little way off that the water didn't seem to be able to get to. He looked at himself and found that he was wearing his usual jeans and a baggy black shirt with a black jacket over it. His feet were bare and he moved his toes in the sand and smiled slightly.

"I'm glad you find it amusing" came Jenny's quiet voice behind him. Harry turned to see his girlfriend looking at him seriously. Harry noticed she was wearing the same thing she had been wearing the first time he'd seen her in the summer holidays, the blue bikini top and very short skirt, no doubt the bottom half of the bikini under the skirt and a pair of summer sandals.

"Jenny, hi." He said awkwardly. Jenny didn't look at all happy with him and Harry could understand why but he didn't really want to talk about it.

"How have you been?" Jenny asked slightly coldly as she walked past Harry towards the sea. Harry watched her as she went to the waterside.

"I've been in a mood. You?" Harry asked

"Same." Jenny said heading towards the outcrop of Rocks. Harry slowly followed. Jenny just stared at her feet all the way while Harry stared at her back, it was just her back but he was enchanted by it. His anger and sadness and hatred that he had felt over the past few days evaporated as he watched Jenny. He followed her onto the rocks and she sat down on a little outcrop.

"Where is this place?" Harry asked quietly. Jenny picked up a small pebble and examined it for a while before throwing it into the sea and looking at Harry.

"It's our private beach in France." Jenny said, "I come here in my mind when I need some quiet. I thought I could maybe share it with you. This is one of my memories of the best time to be out. In the middle of the summer in the dark when the sky is all clear and you can see the stars. Uncle Remus never really liked it, he said the moon would always remind him of his curse so I would come out here on my own." Jenny told Harry. Harry sat next to her and looked at her. He tried not to let his gaze go downwards. "Our house is just over that hill top over there." Jenny said pointing behind them over a large sandy hill with grass on the top of it. Harry nodded and put an arm around Jenny. She didn't move as she looked out at the sea. "Harry, are you angry with me?" Jenny asked.

"For what?" Harry asked.

"I don't know, you haven't been writing and I think you've been trying to avoid these dates." Jenny said. Harry let his arm drop and he looked at the sea as all his emotions came flooding back to him.

"I'm not angry with you." He said, "It's just a lot of other stuff that's on my mind." Harry told Jenny. Jenny looked at Harry keenly

"Like what?" Jenny asked.

"Nothing." Harry muttered, "You wouldn't understand." Harry got up and headed back to the sand. Jenny got up quickly.

"I wouldn't understand what?" Jenny asked. "Understand no having anyone by your side, feeling alone?" Jenny asked as Harry stopped, "I've been alone all my life."

"You've had your parents."

"My parents? I don't have a dad and my mum could only see me a few times a year. You call that having parents?" Jenny asked. Harry looked at her for a moment and continued walking. Jenny walked after him and stopped him. "Harry you can tell me." Jenny said. Harry looked at his young girlfriend and brushed a few strands of hair out of her face and sighed.

"You're too young." Harry said eventually. Jenny's mouth dropped at this and she stared at him in shock.

"I'm too young? When you were my age you had already fought off a hundred dementors, Lord Voldemort twice, and fought in the Ministry of Magic." Jenny said, "If you can handle that I think I can handle what you want to tell me"

"I don't want to tell you anything Jenny." Harry said, "I'm going through a really tough time and I don't know what to do. I have to defeat Voldemort your parents are angry at me and I'm angry at myself. I don't want to share the feelings." Harry said.

"It doesn't do any good locking them all up inside," Jenny said to him angrily. Harry and Jenny stared at each other. Anger in Jenny's eyes and hurt and hatred in Harry's eyes. Not because of Jenny but of other things. Harry shook his head.

"No, I'm not telling you, it could hurt you." Harry said. Jenny looked at him surprised.

"I'm your girlfriend, you said you loved me and you can't tell me?" Jenny asked. Harry sighed.

"Look Jenny, I don't want to share my feelings. These are things I have to work out on my own and no one can help me, not you, not you mum, no one so stop trying to get me to open up." Jenny had angry tears in her eyes as she stared at Harry then disappeared from sight.

Harry blinked a few times as he sat up in bed. What was that? He looked around and found himself in his dark messy room again. Hedwig sat perched on the end of his bed looking straight at Harry. His bad mood that had infested him for the past few weeks returned.

"What are you staring at?" Harry snapped at his owl. Hedwig hooted at him annoyed and flew to the top of Harry's wardrobe. He fell back into his bed and pressed his hands against his forehead. He could feel the faint lines of his scar in his hands, he ran his hands into his hand and pulled on it. He felt so angry and so full of hatred, why couldn't Jenny see and accept that. Harry didn't want to talk to anyone. He just wanted to be left alone and he was doing just fine without anyone bothering him. April had gone back to being busy twenty four seven and rarely talked to Harry. He could see the disappointment and hurt in her eyes every time she looked at him. Sirius was a bit stressed with Harry as well and he had been neglecting his Order duties.

"Harry!" came Cho's voice from outside the door. "It's dinner, Mrs. Weasley wants you downstairs."

"Bugger off Cho." Hary said as he turned over and pressed his face into his pillow. The door opened and Cho came in rolling her eyes.

"You can't sit and sulk up here forever. The world needs you to defeat you-know-who."

"Don't remind me." Harry growled through gritted teeth. Since Cho had left St. Mungos she had taken up residence in Grimmauld place having nowhere to return to and her family being in hiding. They hadn't told anyone where they were except Lee and Lee was in no state to talk at this moment in time.

"Harry, you haven't had anything to eat for days, you have to eat something." Cho said.

"Cho I said bugger off before I curse you." Harry said.

"What happened to you?" Cho asked frowning, "You never used to be like this."

"Obviously you don't know me." Harry said,

"Sometimes I do and sometimes I don't. Harry you have to get off your back side and do something, go and play quidditch or something. Ill take you to go and have some sort of competition if you want, I don't mind but fresh air will do you good." Cho said sincerely and full of concern like an older sister. Harry rolled over slightly and looked at her. Cho's long hair was tied back in a messy bun and she was looking at him worriedly.

"You'd do that?" Harry asked. Cho nodded.

"I've seen your snitch that you keep with you. We could have a seeker competition. See who is truly best, Ravenclaw or Gryffindor?" She said with a smug smile. Harry felt touched by Cho's offer and was willing to take her up on it. "And you did save my life, it's the least I can do."

"No, I'll stay here." He said, pulling his duvet over his head. Cho gave a patient sigh and left the room.

"I'll tell mrs. Weasley that you wont be eating then." Cho said leaving the door wide open. Harry closed his eyes again and immediately started dreaming.

"Letting your guard down Potter." Sneered Hermione as she walked up to Harry. Harry looked at her then looked around them. They were in a large black void that seemed to have no end. He looked back at Hermione and looked into her eyes. Instead of her usual brown ones they were red and catlike.

"What do you want Voldemort?" Harry asked. Not taking his eyes off Hermione.

"How is our little hero doing? Not too good I hope." Voldemort said. Harry just stared at him. "I see small talk is not on your mind. Well, I have come to make an offer, or an exchange if you will. I can feel the time until our final meeting coming closer and I know you feel it too Potter. I am offering to save your friends and your girlfriend in exchange for you life. Simple as that, put you out of the misery you feel right now." Harry looked at the Hermione that stood in front of him.

"Why do you always chose Hermione to talk to me? You know she's a muggle born? Why do you choose her body?" Harry asked. He had noticed that through out his dreams the most common form that Voldemort took was Hermione's. Hermione looked at him.

"I choose her to remind me of the filth that I am trying to destroy. I could always take another form if you wish." She said. Before his eyes Harry watched Hermione turned into the smaller, pretty Jenny. She gave him a seductive smile and her eyes flashed dangerously and turned into Jenny's actual eyes, not the cat like ones that Hermione had. "I see this form doesn't rest too well in your mind. Had a lovers quarrel have you?" Jenny asked.

"Shut up." Harry snarled.

"She is very upset Potter. You should have heard her songs tonight, coming from the heart as she puts it. Full of hurt and pain, exactly how I like it. Make a change from those soppy love songs she usually sings. I heard she was talented but didn't believe it until tonight."

"SHUT UP!" Harry shouted.

"What's wrong Potter? Don't like hearing about your girlfriend?" Jenny sneered.

"Don't you dare slag off Jenny." Harry shouted at Jenny. Jenny tutted and shook her head.

"Ah, Potter, when will you realise that I will do what I want and no one will stop me, not even you so I will offer this exchange one more time. Your life in exchange for theirs. You know you want to get our final show over and done with." Voldemort said in a serious business like tone. Harry stared at Voldemort dangerously.

"I'll never die like that." Harry said. Voldemort in the shape of Jenny gave him an evil smile.

"You have just sealed the fate of the ones you hold dear to you Potter. I cannot guarantee their safety any longer. Love and friendship is a weakness, you would do well to severe ties with anyone you hold dear. Of course, your power is always welcome on my side of the court, if you wish to turn evil, you know how to contact me." He sneered.

Harry clutched his scar as pain shot through his head. The pain started to subside slightly as he surfaced into full consciousness. Harry breathed heavily as he opened his eyes and grabbed his glasses. Turn evil? Did Voldemort really think that he would turn evil. Yes he did use a few unforgivable curses now and then but he'd never turn evil. Harry got up and went to his desk where letters were scattered all over the desk. He picked up on and looked at the now very familiar handwriting.

Harry,

Please write back, I haven't heard from you in ages and I'm really worried. Have I done anything wrong and are you angry with me? I miss you so much even though it's only been a little while. I don't know if you'll reply to this letter, Emma thinks that you won't reply to anything, please prove her wrong. I love you.

Jenny

xxx

Harry put the letter down and sighed. Was Voldemort right? He would do well to severe all ties. Harry didn't want to think that he was right but maybe he was. Harry went to the door and slammed it shut.

"Why is it so DIFFICULT!" Harry shouted.

"Don't ask me boy," Phineas said from his portrait. "Aren't you supposed to be saving the world?"

"Shut up!" Harry shouted at the portrait.