DREAM SEQUENCE

Harry was walking along a long, brightly candlelit corridor, till he reached a door labelled DEWY.

"Dewy?" Harry asked, arching his eyebrow. He knocked on the door andit slid open. "Hello?"

"Oh, Hello." Harry guessed this must be Dewy. He couldn't place any striking features or a body for that matter, but Harry was drawn to this... Dewy.

"You guessed right." Dewy said, coming down the ladder.

"Where am I?" Harry asked, looking around.

"Depends on where you want to be. On an island, flying, or hangin' with your friends," Dewy began, but seeing the look on Harry's face he continued, "I should clarify, Welcome to the Realms of Your Mind."

Harry was dumbfounded.

"You might wanna be careful, your face could stick like that."

Harry shot a furtive look towards Dewy.

"Nice try, kid, I see everything that happens inside your head."

"Did I make you up in some weird, demented time of my life?" Harry asked, following Dewy around his office, if that was to be what it was called.

"No, everyone has a Dewy, we just go by different names based on the person. Like your friend 'Mione, her Dewy is called Morpheus, after the Greek God of dreams, and Ron's is Marvin the Paranoid Android."

Harry began to look at the books on the shelf. Harry's first steps, Harry's S List, Life with the Dursley's but the one that caught his attention was The Night Voldemort Vanished Harry's jaw dropped, but as he reached for it, Dewy stopped him.

"No."

"Hey, its my head." Harry was becoming angry. Who was this DEWY to stop him from seeing what really happened that night, the night that had plagued him for his whole life. "Why?"

"Because, you are not ready to learn that truth, Come."

CHANGING POV:

Back in the real world, Harry had been kidnapped by the group of cows who were at the station and the picnic earlier that day. Harry was not the only one; Draco Malfoy was also stolen in the mist of the night. The Order was collected as soon as they got word of what happened. Dumbledore read the first clue:

If you wish them no harm, it would be best to hurry to the spot where you can score 10 points each. There you will find your next clue.

"10 points...10 points... Ah! Quidditch!" Moody yelled. Everyone sped down to the pitch.

BACK to the DREAM:

Dewy led Harry up a flight of a golden spiral staircase with velvet carpeting, that lead to two massive double doors marked Childhood Memories. Harry felt heavy walking though this door.

"That's normal, most people don't like their childhood." (A/N: Isis did! prefers it to adulthood really.) (Miz. F.: I disagree. I love being an Adult.) "So let's begin here, Harry."

Harry was in awe as they walked along this steel walkway. On either side lay pools of silver, much like Unicorn's blood or the pensive.

"Those are your memories." Dewy said pointing to the pools.

"Would you quit that? It's annoying." Harry said.

"Sorry, but if you had created some imagingary friends I wouldn't do it as much."

This was one dream for the History of Weird Dreams book that Harry saw earlier. Dewy and Harry continued walking along, Dewy was pointing things out, but Harry wasn't paying attention. He had this sudden, warningless urge to jump into the memories. Once again, Dewy stopped him.

"I swear, you humans don't like to listen! When I want to show you a memory I will. Now look at this one." Dewy waved his hand in front of him and a memory rose out of the silverness. (A/N:I've been obessed with the suffix "ness" lately.LOL!) Harry looked at Dewy, who had summoned a tub of popcorn.

"How did you do that?"

"The mind is a powerful thing, you can do anyhting you want up here."

"Like this?" Harry asked, then Dewy looked around then down. He was dressed was a clown and just of an extra measure Harry added a red wig that stood 5 inches off his head. Dewy waved his hand again and the new memory came up, Harry at his first day of Primary School, about to recieve a swirly from Dudley and Company.

"Alright, draw." Harry called out, tweaked that Dewy would sink that low.

"Fine, lets continue." With one more wave of his hand, Dewy conjured a memory Harry didn't even know existed.

Lily Potter held her child, with James on right and Sirius on her left the priest blessed the child and christened him Harry. Harry James Potter. Just then, a very angry Mr. Malfoy and a very pregnant Mrs. Malfoy burst though the church doors.

"The deal is off Potter. We've having a son as well."

"Lucius, You know its magically bound. There's no way out. Believe me, we want out too."

Harry quit paying attention. So it was true, those Mary Sues weren't saying that just to get him and Draco to strut their leather.

BACK to the ORDER:

Stuck to the middle goal post was the next clue:

Here's a keeper, where he rest his head, you will be one step closer to finding them.

Tonks messed with her hair colour. "Wait, Ron!" She tore off to the Gryffindor tower and stopped. "Minerva, I need the password!"

McGonagall sighed, "Metamorphmagus."

"Really? Cool." Then she was gone.

Back in DREAM world:

"Come on. I still have more to show you." Dewy said laying his hand on Harry's shoulder. Once again they climbed the stairs. When they reached the top, Harry's stomach dropped into his feet. Wishes and Aspirations. Would he see everything in here?

"Kid, there isn't much I don't know about you."

"Would you stop that!"

"Sorry."

As they walked though the double doors, Harry immediately ducked, glad that Quidditch quickened his reflexes as he looked around and saw things were flying everywhere: books, snitches, blugders, and pictues of Tonks.

"I already know the answer, but who's Tonks?" Dewy asked. Harry went red. Since last summer Harry has always had a thing for her. She was the deciding factor for Harry becoming an Auror.

"She's a member of the Order, and we're friends."

"But you wish she was more?" Dewy smirked, although Harry couldn't see him do it, he knew.

"Well..." He started but couldn't come up with anything.

"Well, I will give you this she is pretty, and a lot more cheerful than that last one."

REAL WORLD:

"Ron! Get up! Now!"

"Tonks? Where am I?"

"Just move your head!" Tonks reached under his pillow and found the next clue. She ran down the stairs to the Common Room where the others waited for her.

You're so close, you can smell it. In the room where our last clue is you can smell many different things. Think herbs.

All at once they screamed "Greenhouse!"

Dream: (A/N: its late!)

Dewy once again began to asend the golden stairs with Harry in tow. Harry couldn't believe the name of this department, Misc. Memories .

"Couldn't think of anything better?" Harry asked.

"Department rules. My hands are tied." Dewy said, shrugging. Harry just shook his head. The final doors swung open and it looked like thousands of tvs, showing different channels. As Harry looked closer he saw him and Ron playing chess, which Harry had become quite good at.

"So, what is it here that you wanna show me?"

"Actually, this is just a shortcut back to my office, because I'm goiing to give you something from there."

Harry thought maybe it would be the book.

"Aww, don't ruin the surprise," Dewy said, looking at him. Dewy walked over to one "tv" that was blank and lifted it. "Jump in."

Harry jumped in and slid down a long, long tube that seemed to never end. Harry could hear Dewy behind him. Harry finally crashed on some pillows and Dewy soon followed suit.

"Has that always been there? It was fun." Harry said laughing.

"Nah, I just installed it about a year ago." Dewy said as he glided to the bookcase. "Here. You need to know the past in order to defeat the near future. Goodbye for now Harry, and stop back in tomorrow night."

FADE to BLACK, in the distance Harry heared music and whimpering.

Harry opened his eyes to see a sea of white and black while the music got louder. He still didn't know where the whimpering was coming from. The cows formed into little groups and two lead cows came forward and began their song.

Cow #1: It's astounding, Time is fleeting, Madness takes its toll. But listen closely...
Cow#2:Not for very much longer.
Cow#1: I've got to keep control. I remember doing the time warp Drinking those moments when the blackness would hit me
Cow#1&2: And a void would be calling...
Cohrus of Cows: Let's do the time warp again.
ISIS: Its' Just a jump to the left jumps to the Left
Chorus: And then a step to the ri-ri-right.
ISIS: With your hands on your hips. hands on hips
Chorus: You bring your knees in tight. But it's the pelvic thrust, that really drives you insane.
Let's do the time warp again. Let's do the time warp again.
Cow#2: It's so dreamy, oh fantasy free me. So you can't see me, no, not at all. In another dimension, with voyeuristic intention, well secluded, I see all.
Cow#1: With a bit of a mind flip
Cow#2: You're into the time slip.
Cow#1:And nothing can ever be the same.
Cow#2: You're spaced out on sensation.
Cow#1: Like you're under sedation.
Corus: Let's do the time warp again. Let's do the time warp again.
Cow#3:Well I was walking down the street just having a think When this snake of a guy gave me an evil wink. He shook me up, he took me by surprise, he had a pickup truck, and the devil's eyes.He stared at me and I felt a change. Time meant nothing, never would again.
Chorus: Let's do the time warp again. Let's do the time warp again.
ISIS: It's just a jump to the left! Jumps to the left
Corus: And then a step to the ri-ri-right.
ISIS: With your hands on your hips...
Chorus: You bring your knees in tight. But it's the pelvic thrust, that really drives you insane. Let's do the time warp again.Let's do the time warp again.
Chorus: Let's do the time warp again. Let's do the time warp again.
ISIS: It's just a jump to the left! On the desk, jumping to the left
Chorus: And then a step to the right.
ISIS: With your hands on your hips!
Chorus: You bring your knees in tight. But it's the pelvic thrust That really drives you insane. Let's do the time warp again. Let's do the time warp again.
Music Ends

(One last time for now)Order:

As they searched the greenhouse for the clue, or the boys, they began to worry that something truly bad had happened. This time Dumbledore found the clue.

Congratulations, by this time we have already scared them into never wearing leather again so you may have them back. They are sleeping at the Shrieking Shack. Thanks for Playing.
Love,
The Cows muah

http: Thanks to phredtheflyingmonkey for the lyrics (Isis was lazy and didn't wanna look the lyrics up)