A/N- OMG! I'm soooo sorry! I've been meaning to update I've just been...um...busy? (great excuse, huh?) I've been up to my eyeballs in homework and projects,add finals in the mix, and I'm suprised I didn't drown. Pluse, I've been getting on and off planes for the last couple months, I'm barely home anymore. Okay, okay, enough excuses.

I dedicate this chapter to Turtle on the road, for making me get off my lazy butt (or rather sit it down) and finally start typing again. I had a bit of a writers block, and it was slightly depressing to have less reviews then chapters. Anyway, on with the next chapter that only Turtle on the road is reading. Again, thank you.

Lizzy woke up the next day. She had to blink a while before she remembered where she was. She pulled her notebook on to her lap along with her pencil. Quietly, as to not wake the others, she began to draw her dream.

Harry was a baby. He was being tossed and down by a man (his father she presumed) with messy black hair that mirrored his own. They whole room seemed warm. Not by the crackling fire in the fireplace, but by something else. It was as if you had just slipped into a nice warm bubble bath with a good book and knew you could stay there (and still have the water be warm) until you were nice and pruney.

Sighing heavily, she placed the notebook back on her bedside table, dressed quickly, and hurried downstairs to the Common Room. It was completely empty except for Harry who was sitting on the couch, staring absentmindedly into the fire.

He didn't notice when Lizzy sat in the chair across from him. She looked down at her watch. "I guess I'm not the only one up at…4:22 in the morning."

Harry jumped, and she laughed slightly. "I didn't see you sorry. Just a bit...zoned out."

"Bad dream?"

He nodded slowly then shook his head, "No. It wasn't a bad dream. It was just...not technically a good dream. I mean it was but...not. Or maybe it's because I know I can never have what's there. Am I making any sense?"

Lizzy laughed, "Yeah, I understand. What was the dream?"

"This sounds so stupid. I was a baby, and I was with my father and he was throwing me up and down playing with me. It's just something that simple."

Lizzy's mouth was hanging open. "Just a sec." and she ran up the stairs to the girl's dormitory. A few moments later she came running back down, notebook swinging in her arm. She flipped it open to the last page and tossed it gently on Harry's lap. He stared at it in surprise and Lizzy voiced what he was thinking, "I had the same dream last night."

They sat in silence for a while waiting for others to come down stairs. Harry just sat there, staring at the picture of his father. How could they have had the same dream?

Hermione came down and sat in the chair next to Lizzy. "What's up with Harry?"

Lizzy quickly pulled the notebook out of Harry's hands. He looked up suddenly, then caught sight of Hermione and understood. They hadn't told her (or anyone but Dumbledore) about Lizzy's dreams. She closed her notebook and sat on it. Right now, she didn't feel like explaining it to anyone else.

"Nothing," she said almost too quickly. "Harry's just had a dream last night."

"Oh," Hermione's face got very serious. "The dreams are back? Did you tell Dumbledore?"

"No," Harry said glancing over at where Lizzy sat. "Not those dreams, just a dream. I'm okay."

They continued to talk quietly as more people shuffled down the stairs and mad their way to breakfast. They were waiting for one person in particular, Ron. He came quick enough, and was one of the last to wake up. The four Griffindors made their way downstairs for breakfast.

"We should be getting our schedules soon," Hermione explained to Lizzy, craning her neck to see McGonagall, who was passing them out.

Lizzy was worried what her schedule would look like. She knew she would have to do a lot of catch-up to be at the same level as her peers.

The other three got their schedules and Lizzy looked down slowly at the piece of paper in her hand. It didn't have classes on it like the other's did. Instead it just hand a note scrolled across it in large, loopy handwriting:

Miss Johnson

Please meet me in my office after your meal. This regards your upcoming classes.

Thank you,

Professor Dumbledore

Lizzy turned the note over, but that was all it said. She handed the note to Hermione. "Oh, I can show you where his office is," she offered. "Are you done eating?" Though she hadn't touched the toast on her plate, she nodded and followed Hermione out of the Great Hall. They stopped before a large unfriendly looking statue of a gargoyle. "Cockroach Clusters," she said before the jumped aside revealing a door and stairs. "I got to go now," she said watching Lizzy's expression toward the passageway. She barely seemed to notice she was even there. "I'll see you in the common room?" Lizzy nodded and (shaking slightly) started up the stairs.

She reached a wooden door and knocked quietly. "Come in," came a voice from the other side. She turned the knob slowly and entered Dumbledore's office. He was sitting behind his desk, beaming at her.

"Ah, yes, Miss. Johnson. I've been waiting for you. I suppose you know why you're here, do you not?"

Lizzy nodded, "To discuss my schedule. I need to get caught up before I can rejoin my grade level. Right?" Though she wasn't in trouble, the thought of being the principal's office the first day of school was never a good one, and she was doing her best not to shake too much.

Dumbledore nodded. "I have arranged for certain teachers to tutor you throughout the day when they don't have another class to teach. Mainly Madam Pince, the librarian, will help you. You will meet her in the library during the day while the other students are in classes. Do you understand?" Lizzy nodded again, not trusting herself to speak. "Good. Now I believe Madam Pince is waiting for you in the library. Do you need help finding it?"

Lizzy shook her head (though she didn't have the foggiest idea where it was, but really didn't want to ask) and left going back down the spiral staircase and leaving the stone gargoyle behind.

A/N- Sorry it's abit short. I was just trying to get anything up. Please review. Chio!