A/N: The characters featured in this story do not belong to me, they belong to J.K.Rowling.

Also my brother helped me with the title so he should get some of the credit for this story as well. THANX GAZ.

I hope that you like this story because i had so much fun writing it. Please review it and tell me what you think because this is the first story that i have done. ENJOY !!!!

Sweet Dreams.

It was a beautiful summer's day and all was hectic in number 12 Grimauld place. Everyone was rushing around retrieving their belongings from all over the house while trying to eat a hurried breakfast so that they wouldn't be late to catch the train to Hogwarts for the start of term.

Mr.Weasly, Mrs.Weasly, Ginny and Lupin were all stood in the hall way waiting to go, Harry and Ron were making their way down the stairs with their trunks and tonks was no where to be seen.

"Where is she?" Mrs.Weasly asked frantically. "We can't go without her. She better hurry up or we'll be late…oh thank god tonks where have you been?" said Mrs.Weasly as tonks appeared through the door leading down to the kitchen.

"Sorry Mrs.Weasly, but I had to clear my disguise with Dumbledore before we set off." Tonks replied.

This time she had taken on the appearance of large women with blonde hair, blue eyes and a button nose that resembled Harry's cousin Dudley's.

"Do you want any help with the luggage, I don't mind?" Tonks said and without waiting for an answer, she grabbed Ginny's trunk and was halfway towards the door before she had tripped up over the troll umbrella stand.

Suddenly there was uproar as all the portraits on the walls awoke and began to scream at the top of their voices

"Blood traitors… foul half breeds…"And then the curtains that covered the portrait of Mrs. Black flew open and she joined in too. "How dare you besmirch the house of my fathers!" she screamed madly.

"Im sorry" tonks apologised over and over again as Mrs.Weasly began to stun all of the paintings. Then Sirius came up from the kitchen and began to tug at the curtains in order to cover up his mothers painting.

"Shut up you old hag" he screamed to his mother. After a few minutes of struggle, he managed to pull the curtains closed. Sirius leant against the wall panting and looked up at Harry. He stared back at his godfather.

"Hello Harry" Sirius said brightly. But something wasn't right; something was wrong, terribly wrong. It happened all very quickly, the room around them dissolved and they were back in the department of mysteries, stood on the stone Dias next to the archway like he had been exactly one month ago.

Suddenly tonks had morphed into Bellatrix Lestrange and was reaching into her pocket for her wand

"Sirius it's a trap, look out!!" Harry shouted at his godfather but it was too late. He had lost his godfather once again as he fell backwards through the veil.

"NO!!!!" Harry screamed and he ran towards the veil and lifted it back, in a desperate attempt to get his godfather .But when he pulled it back, it was not Sirius stood there, it was Lord Voldemort.

"And now Harry…" Voldemort said in his high pitched voice. "You shall meet the same fate that your precious godfather and parents did." And with this He pointed his wand at Harry's chest and muttered

"Avada Kedavra" There was a flash of green light and the high pitched scream that Harry knew so well ringed through his ears once more.

At the sound of his mothers voice Harry awoke with a start. Cold sweat was running down his face, he had been dreaming all along. A quick glance at his watch told him that it was 10:30; they had half an hour to get to Kings Cross to catch the train back to Hogwarts. He put on his glasses and looked round. Ron was still in bed too snoring his head off. While Harry began to get changed, he wondered what Ron was dreaming.

Well…Ron was dreaming that he was a famous quidditch player and that he had just saved the vital goal that had won them the match against Bulgaria for the quidditch world cup.

Everyone in crowd was chanting his name. He was a hero. Maybe even a legend. Then a beautiful girl who looked vaguely familiar handed him the quidditch world cup and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Then she went over to the Bulgarian seeker, Viktor Krum, and snapped his firebolt in half. She then returned to Ron and said that she had been really stupid and that she really wanted Ron to be her boyfriend and not Viktor.

Krum fell at Ron's knees and begged him to give the girl back, but he wouldn't. Then Krum ran off crying. Ron smiled into his pillow and the crowd erupted once more, chanting his name. RON...RON...RON... RON …………

"Ron …Ron….Ron wake up or were going to be late!!!!"

Just then Harry threw a pillow at him in order to wake him up. It made contact with the side of his head and he suddenly woke up and sat bolt up right in his bed.