Hey everyone! I am finally updating!!! Sorry for the delay, but I've been caught up in work for the last few weeks with end of the year projects for school. How come all your teachers, even you favorite one, decide to cram end of the year project on you like a hard slave driver or some crap? Any teachers that may read this bask in my glory and wisdom in my statement… IT'S THE END OF THE SCHOOL YEAR, CHILL OUT!!!

Oh well, on with the story then, remember Review! Oh and is it 'Occlemency' or 'Occlumency', I don't have my own HP 5 book to look it up in, thanks!

When the door clicked shut, Harry tried to make himself small by the fire place on the opposite side of the large room. Dumbledore had other ideas though. "Harry come and have a seat." Harry let out a mental groan but did as he was told. "Good, now I'm going to cut straight to the chase. Professor Snape, I know of yours and Harry's past… differences in point of view, let say. Despite these influences I would like for you to continue to teach Harry in Occlumency."

Professor Snape seemed to be fighting a battle of his own inside his head on whether to argue with the headmaster or not. Harry just sank down deeper into the soft chair, knowing his say would amount to nothing, and wished that he would disappear. When neither of the two said anything the Headmaster continued. "Last years events proved the need for the lessons, am I right, Harry?"

'Great now the Headmaster rubes it in my face!' Harry thought. "Yes, sir."

Snape found this amusing and slid the boy a coy sneer before adding his, unwanted, two cents to the money bag. "Yes, but why would I willingly teach the Boy," using Boy since he knew it would annoy him. "After him invading my privacy last year?"

Harry was about to argue that he only wanted to know what the heck was going on in the Order last year, but the Headmaster shocked him with his own quick answer. " Professor Snape, I do believe that ,Harry was only after information about the order last year, that I now know should have been told to him earlier. Not after your personal thoughts. But I would call the incident a draw, or even."

With that the Professors face screwed up in a tight defensive manor. "Meaning, sir?"

"Meaning," the headmaster continued. "That it is even because of all your unjust points taking and grading on him in particular," Snape opened and closed his mouth in one quick motion, leaving Harry gasping for strength not to explode with laughter. "I also believe, if it comforts you any Professor, that Harry has told no one, not even the other two in the 'Golden Trio," the headmaster's eyes were sending off sparks they were twinkling so much. Then the headmaster took on a serious look and added, "I believe it would be a good suggestion to call a truce for the year as well. So,?"

Professor cut Harry one last evil look before agreeing. "Vary well."

"Good, how does every Wednesday, 8:00 to 9:00 sound?"

" Fine, Sir." Snape replied.

Harry stood to leave but was stopped by the headmaster. "Wait, Harry. There is one more matter that I need to discuss with you." Harry more or less flopped back down in the soft chair.

The headmaster turned his twinkling mischievous eyes back on Harry. Harry fought the feeling to squirm around in his chair like a worm. "Last year you taught a defense class that Hermione, Ron, and yourself made correct?"

'Why would he want to talk about the DA?' Harry looked at Snape thinking he may have told Dumbledore some bogus story about the classes, but Snape had that blank look he always carried on his face. Left with nothing he answered the question. "Yes, the DA sir."

"Professor McGonagall came to me last week with a interesting piece of information. It seems that everyone who took the class last year passed, most extremely well, on their O.W.L's. Some of the students who have barley managed an Average on their exams, such as Mr. Longbottom, passed the much harder O.W.L test with a high Exceeding Expectations."

Dumbledor seemed to purposely leave a long wave of silence for Harry to ponder on where the heck this was going. When Harry could not stand the silence any longer he just added to what the headmaster had stated before. "Neville is really smart…," Harry was interrupted by Snape's rude grunt of amusement at Harry's statement, Harry gave him a nasty stair before continuing. "He just learns different that everyone else."

"Precisely what I was going to get at next, Harry," Dumbledore continued. " My point being, Harry is that not everyone learns the same way. Some people learn by hearing, some by just looking at a board of directions is enough."

'I hope Snape catches the hint!' thought Harry.

" But sadly many people learn by example and practice. Most teachers don't have the time needed to do this for the student who need to be taught this way but… another student would." Harry was a little lost, but apparently Snape got what he meant.

"You think, that Potter, can actually teach a class. Please he can't even control his own mind!" Snape sneered.

"Well, your exposed to be teaching me that now aren't you, Professor Snape." Harry added.

"Potter," Snape growled under his breath as a warning.

"Yes, Professor Snape I do believe he could, Harry what I'm suggesting is for you to teach a tottering defense class. What do you say?"

Harry thought that Dumbledore had gone senile himself with the idea of him teaching, but the fact that Snape didn't think he could do it gave him just the amount of push to not think twice about agreeing. "I'd be happy to do it, sir."

"Great, thank you so much Harry. Think up a time and date if you don't mind before you leave."

Harry thought for a moment. "Tuesdays 6:00 to 7:00."

"Excellent, now I have a few Order matters to discuss with Professor Snape, you may go."

When Harry left the room he was bombarded with questions, by Ron, Hermione, and surprisingly Moody. When he told them about Occulemency Ron look sympathetic, and Hermione gave him a, it's-for-your-own-good look. When he told them about the class Hermione was so excited she wanted to drag him up the steeps and start making lesson plains that moment, but Ron was able to calm her down and talk her out of it.

That night Harry sat awake in his bed thinking of his first birthday party. It had been the best day he could remember since Sirius' died. Harry was brought out of his thoughts when the flapping of wings could be heard from the floor by his bed where Hather was attempting to fly up on his bed, but she only managed to hang in the air for a short time before falling back to the floor. Harry bent down and picked up the florescent white bird. "Your too young for flying yet."

Hather just gave Harry a look that would have been a shrug he guessed if it were human at the comment. When Hather finally settled down and quit moving around, Harry snuggled down into the covers of his bed and feel into a deep and non-too-restful sleep.

Harry stood in the middle of the forbidden forest. 'This is odd,' he thought as watched HIMSELF run passed him. What was even odder was the aura he felt radiating of his other self as he did, pain, fear, anger, and more filled him. The feeling made him curious and he fallow the dream self. 'this is like with the time turner, except you don't have to worry about being seen,' he thought.

In most of Harry's visions he was in someone's body, not watching the happenings of it on himself, like a movie. The other Harry pulled out of his run when he reached a clearing in the trees and what he started yelling made the other wish he could stop watching this movie. "Voldemort… VOLDEMORT!!!" When there was no answer the other Harry shook his head and spoke with great force. "Don't you DARE play your games with me, Tom. I KNOW YOU'RE HERE!!!"

Pain then streaked across his face. "How, how could you do that to your own!?… DAMN YOU! BRING HER BACK AND FIGHT ME!

A pop like thunder had the real Harry jump and looking beside him where it was heard and fell to the ground when he was face to face with the red eyes of Voldemort, but Voldemort didn't seem to even notice him but he noticed the other Harry. Further more shocking was what looked to be the out line of someone beside Voldemort, who he was holding by the hair, but Harry could not see who it was. The person was blanked out like on the TV shows where people don't want the viewers to see their faces.

"Let her go."

Voldemort just stood their, eyes glowing from beneath his black robe.

"LET HER GO!"

"Why…," came the serpents voice. "Would I do that, Potter? I could easily kill you and then her, and enjoy it just as much as…"

"I don't think you would." said Harry raising his chin. "Plus, you should know, I don't die easily. And I know you would rather see me die slowly in a duel rather than throwing a simple Avada Kedavra curse."

Their was an unnerving silence that hung over them, then Voldemort started laughing in a very snake like way. "Your right Potter, I would. You ether know me too well or are precisely like me."

"I don't think so."

With that Voldemort threw the person he was holding captive to the ground. "we'll meet again, duchess." Then the person disappeared. "Well at least you keep your word Potter and don't run away like so many, probably smarter people, would have done."

"Your welcome." Harry said mockingly.

"You know, Potter, it's a shame things worked out the way they did. You'd have made a great Death Eater."

"Once again I have to disagree. Now quit playing games and duel."

With that they started circling each other, not moving their eyes from each others. Harry saw the quick flash in Voldemorts red eyes and they both yelled out at the same time. "Expelliarmus!"

Their wands locked, but from pasted experiences they both pulled out at the same time causing them to both fall back. Voldemort regained his composer first and shot off a Cruciatus Curse at Harry.

Harry could feel the curse from the vision and everything went black before he found himself sitting up in his bed with sweat dripping down his brow and pain shooting from his scare and shoulder where the curse had hit.

When the pain eased and he could think he eased back into his pillow, arm still shaking from the vision. 'It was just a dream.' he told himself over and over, never believing it. 'Who am I kidding, no it's not. But then what? If it was another planted dream, what was the purpose? Scare me!' He finally decided to tell Professor Dumbeldore first thing in the morning.

Harry tried to go back to sleep but only succeeded in tossing and turning. Finally, on a whim, Harry picked up Hather and creped out of his and Ron's room and walked up the steeps to the third floor of the house. When he reached the top he opened the door to Sirius' old room and put Hather and himself deep down in the covers of his bed and tried to forget the world and drifted into a peaceful sleep.