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.

A/N: Now is when things really get interesting. Harry has gone a little off the deep end but no one really notices..... except one sinister little blonde. What could happen to the trio if things keep up? I guess you'll have to keep reading to find out. (Also: Harry has a vivid experience that you might not call a nightmare or a dream.)

Ch.7 (Passion's Fire)

"So Professor, what exactly are we going to do?" Ron said with his curiosity peaking.

"Well Mr. Weasley, there isn't much I can do without more proof or objective. For now I am going to have the teachers keep a close eye on him, that includes Hagrid, and tell to not let Harry suspect anything. I need you two to just stay normal around him. Just continue to be his best friends." Dumbledore smiled a little but it was easy to detect his worry.

"I'm not so sure we can Professor. He seems angry with us but he won't say a word about it. I'm afraid if we talk to him, he'll do unspeakable things or lose it." Ron looked down at Hermione and waited for the headmaster's response.

"Do your best. I'm sure you'll be able to help him. If there is anyone he trusts, it is definitely you two. Now why don't you two go off to bed and we'll talk about this more in the morning." Dumbledore motioned for them to leave and they turned to the door.

"Goodnight professor." They said in unison.

Both Ron and Hermione walked slowly through the halls silently until Hermione stopped and broke the silence.

"Thank you" she whispered, catching Ron off guard.

"For what?'' Ron said "If you mean about what happened in the headmaster's office, it was nothing."

"It was. Because I felt so safe in your arms and I've never felt that before." Hermione sat down and leaned against the wall in the dark.

"I couldn't stand to see you like that and if Harry was Malfoy then I wouldn't hesitate to hex him. I would do it again." Ron leaned down in the darkness. He didn't need to see Hermione to know where she was. He could sense her. He leaned in and whispered into her ear. "I Love You." He said sweetly.

She could hear it in his voice. Ron meant what he said and she replied with the first thing that came to mind. "I Love You, too." she pulled Ron to her level and wrapped her arms around him.

He embraced her and spoke once more in an even softer, loving voice. "Nothing will ever happen to you while I'm around. Count on it. I will never hurt you or let anything else bad happen."

They stood embraced in each other's arms for several minutes, then shared a short but passionate kiss, before heading back to Gryffindor Tower.

Harry conned his way out of the infirmary by convincing Madam Pomfrey that he was fine. She did tests and they all came out negative so she had no choice but to let him go. What she didn't know was that Harry had biased the test. He didn't use his wand. He had been learning wand-less magic on his own and watched as he mastered it in the last week or so. Harry didn't think twice about the boost of power he just thought of the stunts he could pull.

Harry walked outside into the night. The stars bundled together for a breathtaking sight. A slight breeze whistled through the trees and kept the night cool.

He was still plagued with nightmares every night but he adapted to them. Well, as much as you can when horrid sights flash through your head each night.

He strode slowly over to the edge of the lake and took a seat on the chilled grass. He reached is hand into the lake. It was like ice and it reminded him of something Ron had said to him the summer before.

Flashback........

'Ron, what happened?' Harry sat on Ron's bed and watched his friend pace back and forth across the patch of floor in front of Harry.

'It's just that I'm worried.' he replied

'You mean about Hermione...... about telling her you like her?' Harry asked

'No..........' Ron fidgeted 'about you.'

'What does that mean Ron?' Harry stood up and faced Ron, unsure of what he was implying.

'I mean...... you've changed since Sirius's death. It scares me.' Ron stopped pacing and stepped towards Harry but Harry backed from him.

'Don't say his name. Don't even go there. By the way, I think you'd be a little different if the only father figure you'd ever known was taken from you and you had to live with people who would wish me dead the first chance they got.' Harry had started speaking at normal tone but was now slightly louder. He didn't want to disturb the rest of the Weasley family who happened to be out in the backyard.

'I understand but I'm not the only one who has noticed it. I'm scared you'll forget about us and have your heart become ice like Malfoy.'

Present........

'heart like ice' echoed through his head. he had gone off on Ron that day and scared not only Ron but also himself. he had apologized but there has been a small bit of uncomfortableness ever since. No one ever talks about it.....We all guess that if we don't speak about it then it never happened. But there's no denying that it did and that it may have been somewhere close to the truth. 'Why would he think that? He was his best mate.' Harry asked himself these questions and many others he knew had no answers.

He thought of Sirius and let silent tears roll down his cheeks. He still blamed himself for two deaths. Cedric and Sirius. Thinking of Sirius triggered something inside of him and the dormant magic he didn't know laid within awoke from sleep. His deepest desire, right now, was coming true.

He looked at his reflection in the water as magic was created. His eyes now looked like black holes and his body began to glow gold like the phoenix. Pictures of Sirius flashed violently through his head. When they met, His death, and everything in between.

'I'm sorry.....' He whispered as the tears continued.

Harry closed his eyes wishing Sirius could hear him. Just then Harry was surrounded by green and silver flames that danced around him beneath the stars. It quickly changed to incorporate a golden color like the brave Gryffindors. 'Golden Boy' he could hear it being said by the only boy who truly hated him.....Draco. Harry could hear it but he knew Draco wasn't there.

To be safe, he opened his eyes to see the grounds returned to the way they were and his eyes had gone back to the sinister red they had taken on. He didn't find Malfoy as he knew he wouldn't. But he came face to face with a ghostly white but familiar..........

SIRIUS BLACK!!!!!

A/N: I told you it would take some twists. Now if I could only get some reviews. I'm trying to update every night. Right now I am swamped with HW so I have to do that first. Hope to get new reviews. Thanx............. Hope to update soon.