"Harry", called Ginny. "Harry, come on! You want to see them again don't you?" Again Harry was having a strange in which Ginny lead him down a maze of stone passageways, dimly lit by flickering torches hanging of brackets attached to the walls.

Ginny ran fast, and Harry followed, though soon he was completely lost and had no idea as to which way he had come. The chase went on for what seemed like hours, until eventually Ginny slowed down, and come to a complete halt. They stood outside the door, which Harry vaguely recognized as the one from his previous dream.

"You know the place to which it leads", Ginny whispered to him. "Open it."

Harry obeyed, and true enough found himself once again in the room inside the department of mysteries, and once again Ginny took him by the hand and pulled him down stone step after stone step, until he stood barely 3 feet from the dais.

"I know you long to speak to them, but to him most of all", Ginny whispered. "Your thoughts constantly dwell on it. You blame yourself, so you feel the need to apologize to him. This is your chance Harry. This is your chance to speak to Sirius. All you need to do is pull back the veil."

Harry stared at Ginny. This was his chance to speak to Sirius again. It was a simple thing for him to do really, I mean, all he had to do was pull back a veil. So simple, and yet, something inside him held back, something told him he shouldn't do it. So he didn't. Ginny looked at him with disappointment in her eyes, so he apologized before closing his eyes in his dream and waking up in the real world

Harry had completely forgotten about his first dream. He supposed it was because he had been sidetracked by his birthday celebrations. Now though, he could clearly remember both dreams, and they made him uneasy. How did the Ginny in his dream know exactly how he felt? It was true; he did long to speak to Sirius again. The thing Harry didn't understand though was why his dream self had held back.

Harry was woken from his thoughts when Ron gave a particularly loud snore from the bed next to him. Sighing, Harry went down to get some breakfast.

When Harry entered the kitchen, he found Remus sitting at a chair in front of the fire, a mug of tea in his hand.

"Something wrong, Harry?" asked Remus, seeing the troubled look on Harry's face. Harry thought about Remus' question. Something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger of what exactly it was. Obviously it had something to do with the dreams he had had, but Harry didn't really know what bothered him more; the fact that he was dreaming about the department of mysteries, about Ginny, or about talking to Sirius. Remembering that so far he had always felt better after talking to Remus, Harry decided to tell him about the dreams.

"I've been having weird dreams", said Harry, and ten proceeded to tell Remus every detail about the dreams that he could remember. When Harry finished his story, Remus sat deep in thought for a couple of minutes.

"Harry, I'm not sure that there is anything abnormal about these dreams at all", Remus said, "Obviously you think about Sirius a lot, so that may be why you dream about getting the chance to talk to him, but like I said; I'm not sure. I think I should talk to Dumbledore about it, as long as that is ok by you."

Harry thought about it. Dumbledore hadn't spoken to Harry all summer so far, so why would he care if Harry had a dream that might be a little strange? Nonetheless, Harry had been thinking all summer about what Dumbledore had said at the end of last year, and he still trusted the old man with his life.

"Ok, sure", said Harry. "Will I get to see Dumbledore before term starts though?"

Remus looked at him. "I expect so Harry, but he even more busy then he usually is, with one thing or another." Harry shot Remus a look asking what those things were, but Remus merely smiled and shook his head.

"Go get dressed Harry, we leave for Diagon Alley at 9.30." With that, Harry went upstairs to wake Ron.

"I just remembered why I hat traveling by floo powder!" said Harry, stepping out of the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron. "I get covered in soot and I always manage to break my glasses!" He started brushing himself off with a brush the Remus handed him, while Hermione repaired his glasses, which had been in two pieces.

Ron laughed at him, and Harry shot him a dirty look. "Sorry mate", said Ron, "but I would've thought you'd be used to it by now"

Remus led them out of the Leaky Cauldron outside into Diagon Alley, where he took them aside. "Dumbledore's orders; none of you are to separate from me. Especially you Harry", he said. "A lot of security measures have had to be put in place for you all to be able to come here. There are order members watching us at all times incase something goes wrong. Don't blow it. Stick with me, or suffer Dumbledore's displeasure."

He stared them all in the eyes, until Ginny let out a giggle. "Oh I'm sorry Remus" she said when Remus glared at her. "I'm am taking this seriously, it's just that you sound so much like a teacher when you talk like that."

They continued on walking down Diagon Alley until they reached Gringotts. Mr. And Mrs. Weasley had already given their children money, as had the Granger's but Harry still had to get some money out to pay for his school supplies.

After that, they went to Flourish and Blotts to get all their schoolbooks. Harry noticed how much thicker this years lot of books were, now that they were studying for NEWTs. He also noticed that, as thick as the others were, his potions book was by far the biggest.

Ron had noticed too, as he was also taking potions. "Why do I get a slightly ominous feeling about our year ahead in potions?" he said. "I'm going to fail!"

Harry laughed. "Don't worry mate, I'll be right behind you!"

"You know", said Hermione, "you could always sign up to get some extra help from Professor Snape, if you have trouble."

Ron rolled his eyes. "Hermione", he said, "They day I sign up for extra work is the day when all the house elves start asking for pay. It's never going to happen." Hermione stomped off to join Ginny on the other side of the store.

"I think you just insulted her", said Harry. "You know how into S.P.E.W she is."

"Oops", muttered Ron.

Harry had already paid for his book and was waiting for the others to do the same, when he noticed a section of Flourish and Blotts he had never seen before. It was just a little shelf over in the corner of the shop, and the sign above it read 'Necromancy'.

Harry ambled over to it, and glanced over the book, more out of curiosity then anything else. None of them looked terribly interesting, but then one book in particular caught his eye. It was bound in black velvet, with golden embossed letters that read 'Talking with the Dead: ways of communicating with those that have passed on, by Gerard Nullem.'

Curious, Harry picked it up and flipped through it. He was suddenly filled with excitement. This was how he could talk to Sirius, and to his parents! Glancing over at the others he noticed that Remus, Ron and Hermione there were talking near the door, not paying attention to him, so he went over to the counter and paid for the book, before quickly stuffing it into his bag.

Walking back to join the others, he didn't realize that Ginny had watched the whole thing, and was now looking at him with a face full of concern.

After a full days shopping at Diagon Alley, they all returned home with a lot of shopping bags, and their purses considerably lighter then they had been previously. They all sat down to dinner, which was cooked by Remus who was assisted by Hermione. Afterwards they all sat themselves down into the drawing room, with very full bellies.

Harry played a couple of games of chess against Ron, in which Ron managed to beat him every single time. Harry was rather anxious and would have liked nothing more then to go up to his room and read his book. Finally, when Ron had just finished laughing at him over the previous game, in which Harry's pieces had risen against him, not liking his decisions, Harry stood up.

"I'm going to bed", he announced. "I'm really tired". With that he bounded up the stairs to his room, where he sat down on his bed, not in the least bit tired. He took out the book he had secretly bought at Flourish and Blotts and began to read it with desperation, taking in every word, determined to be able to speak to his parents and Sirius.

His hopes were crushed when he realized that it was not as easy as he had always assumed. It required a lot of power, skill, and extremely precise timing. He was interrupted from his thoughts when the door suddenly opened. He didn't have time to hide his book before the intruder asked softly, "What are you up to? I thought you were tired." It was Ginny. When she saw the guilty look in his eyes she quickly crossed the room and grabbed the book off him.

"Talking with the de..." she trailed off. Harry felt sure that she was going to run down stairs to Remus and tell on him, so he was extremely shocked by what she said next.

"Can I help?"