Title: The Dream

Rated: G

Summary: Harry has been receiving love letters from a secret admirer. Now, he gets to see his admirer for the first time. Well, not really the first time.

Disclaimer: Read chapter 1-5. lol

Author's Note: Here's the 5th chapter! We hope you will enjoy it. The 6th one is coming!

Harry's Dream

"Harry, don't leave me!" Hermione screamed at Harry.

"Hermione, catch up!" Harry yelled back.

"Harry crossed a stream and turned a bend. He was out of Hermione's sight before she could blink. She stopped short and sat down and bawled. A minute later Voldemort came into view. He was still striding at his slow pace – which made him even more intimidating. Hermione didn't move a muscle. Voldemort towered over her in his black cloak with his burning green eyes piercing at her. He turned and muttered, "Where's Potter?"

"No, don't. Take me." Hermione cried.

"What would I want with a mudblood?"

"No, just not him!"

"Brave on you are..."

"DON"T HURT HIM!"

"And you are offering yourself as a replacement?"

"YES!"

Voldemort thought for a moment and looked at her. "Fine." He said.

Bright flash of green light ("AHHH!!" Hermione screamed)

Voldemort looked now at a dead Hermione and snickered, "Here I come, Potter."

Harry sat to rest behind a boulder. He realized Hermione was no longer right behind him. Harry climbed up on weary legs from all the running and started to jog back the way he came. 'Ok, I crossed this stream when I heard Hermione yell...' Harry thought. 'Let me go back a little more.' As Harry refaced his steps to find Hermione he sensed that someone – or something – was watching him. Mustering all of his strength, he picked up his pace. Harry walked a few more yards and saw Hermione crumpled on the ground. He raced over to her and put her on her back. 'Please, please, don't be dead!' He thought. Harry checked Hermione for a pulse in her neck. He held his hand there for 30 seconds but felt nothing. 'If only I hadn't gone so far ahead and waited for her!" "WHY!?" Harry yelled to no body in particular. Harry started to sob uncontrollably.

"Always go back for the girl. It's ok, Potter. She was only a mudblood." Voldemort said stepping out of the bushes.

"You!?" Harry said disgustedly wiping the tears from his eyes and face.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"She was instead of you, but foolish girl. I was going to kill you anyway. But, I may spare your life if you join me."

"NO! YOU KILLED HERMIONE!"

"You silly boy, if you do not join me, I will kill you."

'Fine, kill me. I'll be in a better place with Hermione.' Harry thought. He drew out his wand and pointed it at Voldemort. Voldemort only chuckled. Baffled, Harry pointed his wand at Voldemorts chest. Voldemort muttered a few words that Harry couldn't hear and suddenly his wand snapped out of his hand and flew into the bush to his right. Harry's face scowled.

"You are a foolish one, just like your mudblood friend here." Voldemort said gesturing at Hermione's lifeless body.

"STOP CALLING HER A MUDBLOOD!" Harry cried.

"Or what?"

"SHUT UP!"

"Ooh."

"I SAID, SHUT UP!"

"You're becoming more and more like me by the minute."

"You're wrong."

"Oh really?" Voldemort asked, amused.

"I have friends." Harry smiled at his comeback. It felt like he hadn't smiled in ages. It set Voldemort off.

"Why you- " Voldemort said pulling out his wand and pointed it at Harry. Harry stood dumbfounded. "Harsh Black!" Voldemort yelled and a blinding green light poured out of his wand.

End of Dream

Harry woke up with a start to his awful dream and found himself drenched with sweet. Ron and Neville were by his bedside.

"What happened?" Neville asked.

"Bad dream, I guess." Harry answered.

"It's ok, now. Sorry we didn't wake you up, Harry." Ron said. "You were thrashing around so much, I doubt we would have been able to touch you and not get a broken bone anyway."

"It's fine. Almost better. I'll explain it at breakfast. But first, I have to change my cloths and my sheets." Harry replied.

"Don't forget you have a Quidditch match in the afternoon, too. I've been looking forward to it all week!" Neville said.

"Yeah." said Harry and Ron sleepily.

Neville and Ron both went back to their beds and fell asleep in five minutes. Harry quickly crept around and put on some new pajamas. "Wingardium Leviosa." Harry whispered to get the sheets off his bed. He guided them to the laundry shoot and let them slide down. Harry then opened the door with all of the extra sheets in it. Harry pointed his wand at the sheets and said, "Warm night." The sheet gently floated to his bed and made it for him. Harry pulled the new white sheets down and crawled inside. He was asleep within minutes after his head touched the pillow.