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.3 (Crucio)

It was about 2:00 in the morning when Madam Pomfrey came to the
hospital wing to check on the children in her care.

It was peaceful and quiet with the exception of Harry's tossing on his
cot. This didn't strike Madam Pomfrey as strange because it was
natural for children to move in their sleep.

After she made sure everything was in order, she went back to her
quarters to get a restful night sleep. Not 5 minutes after she left,
the silence disappeared in a mix of crashes and screams.

It was McGonagall (A/N: sorry if I spelled it wrong, it's late.)and
Dumbledore who found a sight of horror. Harry was convulsing on the
cot. His knuckles white from gripping the sheet as hard as he could
since he lay trapped in the pictures he watched inside his head. The
convulsions ceased for a split moment and the professors rushed over
to his bed. They got halfway through the room and were stopped by a
blue force field that had engulfed Harry. Harry was now off the bed
all together and hovering above it.

"Don't do it." He yelled "I won't tell you again."
He screamed as both Dumbledore and McGonagall put down the wands they
had been using to try and break down the force field.

"Didn't you hear me? No, please, not again."
His voice riddled with tears and his eyes were no longer their usual
vibrant green. They were almost like a dull, fear filled sphere
missing its light.

Even though Harry was dead to the world and trapped in a world
of sleep, his actions were affecting those around him.

He reached inside his robes and grabbed is wand. The one that
had saved his life, the one whose brother destroyed his home, and the
one who was about to hurt one he cared for.Himself.

He pointed his wand straight at Dumbledore and yelled 'Crucio'.
Sparks flew out of the tip of his wand and shot straight towards
Dumbledore. But something unexpected saved one and nearly destroyed
another. The spell reflected off the force field and ricocheted
around until it hit Harry square in the chest.

"I knew it, it was you.'' He continued speaking until the full
force of the spell hit home and shot him into the wall, nearly 20 feet
behind him.

Harry slammed into the floor after the initial hit and the room
had gone dark once more. After nearly an hour, the episode was over,
but the weirdness had just begun.

Dumbledore and McGonagall rushed to Harry's side. To their
amazement, he was fully conscious. Something was different though.
His eyes had changed. They no longer looked like that of his mothers
but of something darker and more mysterious. They were pitch black
with red, lightning streaks running through each pupil.

Harry got to his feet, brushed off his robe, and put his wand
back inside his pocket. It was almost as if nothing had happened and
he hadn't been touched by the 'Crucio' spell. He could sense the two
figures in front of him but couldn't figure out if he knew them or
not.

"Whose there?'' He questioned the invisible night. As he
waited for a reply, he blindly made his way to the nightstand near his
cot and reached a hand out to grab his glasses.

"Headmaster? Why are you here?'' Harry asked the man standing
in front of him.

"Mr. Potter, are you okay?" Professor McGonagall piped up with a
severe amount of concern in her voice.

"Yes, why?" Harry walked back and sat down on the cot, still
facing the two teachers standing before him.

"Is there something you needed?" Harry asked to fill an awkward
silence between them.

"No, Madam Pomfrey told us of what happened to you so we decided
to check on you. Sorry if we woke you." Dumbledore lied smoothly as
McGonagall gave him a quizzical look.

"Is it okay if I go back to sleep?" He asked and Dumbledore
nodded for him to get his rest. With that said, he climbed underneath
his covers and closed his eyes. The only thing he hadn't told the
teachers was that he remembered the incident all to well. 'I knew I
was good' he thought about his lying and waited for them to leave
before drifting off to sleep.

Once the two adults had left the room McGonagall turned to
Dumbledore and asked a predictable question.

"Why did you lie to the poor boy Albus?" she waited for his
answer.

"I didn't wish to worry the boy. Obviously the boy doesn't
remember a thing and I don't want him distracted from his school work
until we know what is going on." He ushered for McGonagall to go back
to bed and not to worry until morning rolled around.

"Alright, but we need to talk more in the morning."
she said. They both headed to their respective rooms and tried to
sleep.

'Never will they guess what's going on.' This echoed throughout
Harry's head and he only smiled in his sleep.
A/N: Sorry these chapters are short but I'm trying to extend
them. Bare with me and hope you enjoy these. Please keep
reviewing and I'll keep updating. Thanx.