Disclaimer: I don't own any of the H.P. characters but the plot is mine. Have
no money......dirt poor.....don't sue.

Summary: Harry is in his sixth year at Hogwarts and he is plagued
with nightmares. The odd thing is that Harry doesn't remember or
didn't experience the memories. What's going on?

Ch.1 (The Beginning)

The night was young but only the infamous trio was around. Ron was
sitting in the Gryffindor common room talking to Harry about
Quidditch. Hermione was getting very annoyed because the boys had
neglected there homework, again, and would be up ALL night if they
didn't quit goofing off.

The hour was nearly 10:00 pm by now and everyone had long since gone
to bed. After much bickering, and hopes of avoiding a lecture, Harry
and Ron gave in to Hermione's demands and pulled out their essays for
potions. This didn't make them to happy.

When the clock stroke one, Harry was fighting inner battles to keep
himself awake. It took all his strength not to put his head down and
sleep right at the table.

"Done......Finally." Harry said closing his book and letting out a sigh of
relief. "I'm gonna head off to bed, ok. See you guys at breakfast."

"But Harry, did you.." Hermione started to protest but Harry cut her
off. He knew what she was gonna say because he had heard it everyday
for the past 5 years at Hogwarts.

"Mione, I'm done. I'll see you in the morning."

"Night mate." Ron said as he tried to stifle laughter at what Harry
had said.

At this, Hermione gave him a cold stare and he shut right up. Not
long after, Ron and Hermione had finished and headed off to bed.

As hard as Harry tried, He could not get a single second off
sleep. He tossed and turned in his 4 poster bed as nightmares plagued
the serenity and peaceful ness he longed to reach.

No echoed throughout his head. Harry had become entangled in a
twist of his own wretched memories and fears that had blended together
to create a sight that not even Dumbledore could face with confidence.

Harry was in a meadow with his family. James and Lily Potter.
Something Harry had always longed for. But before Harry could enjoy
it, it was stripped from him. Clouds of dark flowed over a once blue
sky and he watched in a cold horror as he was now a simple one year
old again.

A present day Harry watched the night his nightmare began with a
realization of buried memories. He heard 'Avada Kedarva' and his
father never returned. He watched helplessly as his mother covered
the door and whisked him out of bed. A second before she died for
him, He was jerked awake from his nightmare.

Harry woke up to find himself in a cold sweat and unable to breathe.
He was no longer in his room at Gryffindor tower but in the hospital
wing with Ron and Hermione at his sight. Their faces drenched with
fear and looking sick-ridden with worry.

Harry woken from his nightmare but still felt as trapped as before.
His breath was staggered and his vision blurred by the tears that had
formed in his eyes. They rolled softly and silently down his cheeks.
He could not face the questions as to why he was there or what had
worried his best friends so much.

He simply closed his eyes and stared at the blackness of his eyelids.
He let the sounds of the world drift away and lost himself in his
thoughts. But he never slept again that night. For tonight, he was
not the- boy- who- lived' but a 16 year old boy who was afraid of
his own unlocked memories.

A/N: Hope you liked it. It's gonna be dark but hopefully good. This
is my first fan fic, in Harry Potter, on my own so be gentle. Flamers
accepted as long as you review. I'll try to update as soon as I can
but I got a lot of other fan fics to update too. Adios.