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Ch. 12- Revelations from Dumbledore

Harry wandered around the graveyard he found himself in. There he saw the graves of everyone he had ever known; had ever cared about. Then he stumbled upon a grave larger and more beautiful than the rest. He searched the grave and found what he had been looking for. Engraved in big letters was the name Ginny Weasley. Harry slowly backed away, telling himself that his eyes were deceiving him. When it became apparent that this was not so, he turned and ran as fast as he could.

He ran on until he heard the sharp scream of a girl in the distance. The other guy was already there, trying to fight off two hooded figures. Green light flashed and one of the figures fell; the other fled into the nearby woods. Suddenly, another figure, larger and more terrible than the other two, appeared. For some reason, Harry found himself drawn towards the person, and as he got nearer, his scar gave a sharp throb. Then the dream progressed the same as before, ending with the boy, girl, and himself shouting 'Avada Kedarva' and a brilliant flash of green light engulfing them. Once again, Harry awoke screaming.

"What's wrong?" asked Ron jumping out of bed.

"The d-dream… I-I had the d-dream ag-ain… need to t-talk to D-dumbledore…"

"I'll go get McGonagall," sighed Seamus.

"I'll go with him," offered Neville.

As Seamus and Neville left, Harry could faintly hear Seamus complaining about how he could never get a decent night's sleep, and Neville quickly shutting him up.

"Do you need anything, Harry?" asked Dean.

"No… just need to see Dumbledore."

"Okay, then."

A few minutes later McGonagall walked briskly in. "Come on, Potter, Professor Dumbledore has been expecting that this would happen sooner or later…"

He followed McGonagall out the portrait hole and down several corridors until they came to the stone gargoyle.

"Lemon pudding," said McGonagall. The gargoyle leaped aside and the professor and student stepped onto the revolving stairway. At the door, McGonagall knocked and was answered with a brisk 'come in.' Harry practically trampled McGonagall as he ran over to Dumbledore's desk and began describing his dream as quickly as humanly possible.

"Slow down, Harry, and start again," said Dumbledore. Harry retold his dream, this time taking his time to describe every detail. Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and listened thoughtfully. When Harry was done, he spoke. "Were you able to recognize the boy and girl?" he asked.

"No," replied Harry, "though… there was something strangely familiar about them."

"I see. Well, Harry, you appear to be having visions through your dreams, though they may not be actual events," Dumbledore added at Harry's look of alarm. "Though remember what I told you before Harry… remember the prophecy…" Dumbledore gave Harry a sad smile, and Harry felt sick to his stomach.

"I have some more questions, Professor. Why are Professor Lupin and Tonks teaching, and why have Aurors been visiting the school so often, and-"

"One at a time, Harry, one at a time. I feared you would ask those things… Well, Professor Lupin is teaching for two reasons: one is because Professor Snape felt that he could not continue teaching both Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts like last year…"

Harry shuddered. The mentioning of Snape teaching two classes brought back unpleasant memories.

".. And the other reason is the reason the others are visiting… it's because, well, the school needs to be protected in case of an…attack."

Harry's mind raced. 'How could anyone attack Hogwarts? It's supposed to be the safest place…'

"Voldemort doesn't posses the fear he used to Harry," Dumbledore added, as if he read Harry's mind. "And your final question?"

"Why did we get transfer students? And where did they come from?"

Dumbledore closed his eyes. "They came from America where they were home schooled. I believe it was Mrs. Evans that obtained special permission from the Ministry. As for the other question… not yet, Harry, not yet."

As Harry got up and started to leave, Dumbledore stopped him. "I was told you were under the impression that you never had to see the Dursleys again."

"Well, yeah, because I'm of age, and I'll be leaving the school soon."

He was out the door when Dumbledore stopped him again. "I might as well say this quick… You'll have to return to the Dursley's every summer until Voldemort is defeated. Have a nice night now!" And with that the door shut in Harry's face.

A/N: Another short chapter. The next one will be longer... I hope. Jewelz