Harry went back to sleep, though this time he had a dream. In his dream came a witch. She was dark and seductive, with hair that appeared to be cropped for no other reason than that it bothered her. She was sitting on his bed, which appeared to be floating in misty clouds. The witch's outer robes were slightly shabby, but when she moved, Harry got glimpses of a gorgeous dress robe underneath.
She slowly, growing more and more alluring with each step, made her way towards Harry. She finally got to the bed and removed her outer robes and hung them on the corner post of the bed. The dress robe Harry had seen was made of a shimmering red fabric that clung to the witch's beautiful figure. As she crawled up towards him she whispered, "Senor Potter, long have I awaited un audience with you. Master has finally granted my wish mon ami,"
Suddenly a cloud of mist swirled up. Harry saw Benji and Draco; they were strolling along a moonlit path. Then Draco leaned in to kiss her, but when she turned her face away from him he shoved her to the ground. Harry hoped this was all a hoax. No absolutely breathtaking French Hispanic woman would be in his dream – this was ridiculous! Benji wouldn't be stupid enough to go out with Draco. She didn't even know him. Harry didn't know her either and already she was trusted with his life.
"Who are you?" He cried, "Leave me alone!"
The witch shrugged and the dream ended, leaving Harry to a dreamless sleep for the remainder of the night.