A/N: again this chapter gets a slow start and I think it might be kinda OOC but still, it'll pick up at the middle ths chapter was about4 pages so it's all good

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"What do we have first?" Harry asked, getting over his initial embarrassment.

"Um.... Potions with the Slytherins" Hermione said looking over her schedule.

"Oh man!" Ron complained loudly "What'd we do wrong and why do they hate us so" he sighed dramatically.

"Now, now Ron" Hermione scolded mildly "House unity remember?"

"With them?" Ron asked "Not bloody likely".

"That's what you said last year" Harry pointed out "I'm.... Not hungry I'll see you in Potions" Harry walked away from the table his eyes sliding over every person in the room as he walked by. His eyes easily landed on Draco and he paused for a moment before shaking it off and continuing on.

"Potter's behaving strangely" Draco suddenly said to his friends "I don't like it".

"You don't like him" Blaise pointed out.

"Well that may be true" Draco said "but it's still odd and I don't like it".

It was true, Harry was acting odd "Professor Snape?" Harry questioned opening the classroom doors.

"What is it Potter?" Snape spat. "It's to early for you to be here to start class go back to breakfast".

"I know" Harry said "and I'm sorry to bother you".

Snape blinked and raised an eyebrow at his arch rival's son. "What is it Potter?"

"I think I might need your help" Harry said a little weakly.

"What?" Snape asked.

"I...need your help" Harry said again, losing slight confidence 'I should never have come here'.

"With what?" Snape asked.

"A forgetfulness potion" Harry said determinedly "I know I've never excelled at potions, partly because I never tried. But this is something I need, because I'm not sure if I can handle all this" Harry said.

Understanding dawned on Snape's face "ah yes" he said.

Harry gulped "can...can you help me please?"

Snape was floored again, he never thought he would hear the day Potter would actually ask him for help, let alone say please. "Can't you ask someone else Potter?" Snape said feinting boredness.

"I...guess...but they would all just worry, I don't want to cause anyone undo stress and seeing as how you don't particularly care for me.... I thought maybe you would help me and not pity me" Harry said slowly thinking it over.

"Well..." Snape sighed "I suppose, but I'm not going to do it all myself, you will come in and help me tonight". Snape said surprised at himself for agreeing, he wondered exactly how much Harry would want to forget.

"Thank you sir" Harry said taking a seat in the middle of the room, people should be arriving soon.

As if on cue, Hermione came into the room followed by Ron and then came Malfoy and his Cronies. Harry looked away and Malfoy eyed him strangely.

As soon as the rest of the class filed in Snape began his lecture "We will be making a Dream Visualization draught today, can anyone tell me what is in it?" Harry paled visibly but determinedly shook it off. Of the many hands that were down only three of them were raised, Hermione's, Draco's and surprisingly Harry's.

"Mr. ...Potter" Snape said slightly a sneer in his voice "Please enlighten us"

"Powdered unicorn horn, tea leaves, the potion makers blood, and...." he trailed off, he had forgotten what else.

"Mr. Malfoy if you would be so kind as to help him". Snape said.

"Boomslang skin, which is the basis of some potions" Draco said proudly, he had gotten on up on Potter and was just a little shocked to see his hand up in class.

"Right 5 points to Slytherin and....3 points to Gryffindor" Snape said.

"Can anyone tell me what the potion dose?" Snape asked. Again Harry raised his hand.

"Mr. Potter, you seem particularly interested in this potion, please tell me what it dose".

"It allows a group of people to see a certain persons darkest dream," Harry said a little weakly.

Snape sighed "another 3 points to Gryffindor" he said with a sad not in his voice like he hated to give other houses points, which he probably did.

"The ingredients are on the board, began. oh and I want you to be partnered with someone, so they can keep an eye on you. We are getting into very dangerous potion making." Snape thought a minute "I think.... I shall pair you.... yes...that would be most fitting....Granger, Zambini, Patil, Parkinson, Brown, Bulstrode, Potter, Malfoy" the list went on, everyone groaning at the respective partners.

"Well come on then Potter" Malfoy said. Harry reluctantly got up and went to the other side of the room and sat down next to Draco.

After he got his ingredients he set his cauldron up and began working, he was concentrating on cutting up his Boomslang skin when Draco reached over a hand and shut his cauldron off "What are you-" his voice died when he saw his cauldron was about to spill over. "Oh.... Thanks" Harry said.

"You would do better to watch it" Draco said "add the Boomslang skin and let it be for a minute it will calm down".

Harry did as he was told and left it sit for a minute. Then the last thing he did was cut his palm and let a few drops of blood drip into the cauldron, it hissed and turned purple.

"Excellent Mr. Malfoy" Snape said "20 points to Slytherin for helping a Gryffindor make a decent potion".

The class was done and was staring at Snape expectantly "well we only have time for one today, we will finish the others tomorrow" Snape said "how about.... Mr. Potter" Snape said maliciously. "Let's hope your dream isn't to frightening.

Harry paled again and gulped rather loudly. "Oh...um...I might have done it wrong, you can't use it, it must be useless" Harry sputtered.

"It's the right color Potter that means it's perfectly fine!" Snape spat "now hand it to me!"

Harry handed over his potion unwillingly and Snape walked over the magical equivalent of an overhead projector and poured the potion into an opened slot.

The class room waited with baited breath as the projector whirred to life and then the dream started.

"Come on you can do better than that!" he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.
The second jet of light hit him squarely in the chest. The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.
Harry released Neville, though he was unaware of doing so. He was jumping down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore turned to the dais too.
It seemed to ages for Sirius to fall. His body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backwards through the ragged veil hanging from the arch....

The class sat in stunned silence, but the dream wasn't over, no. But everyone did gasp when they saw Sirius, and then some screamed when they saw the death eaters and Hermione and Ron paled as they saw first hand how their friend had died. Neville just looked appalled to be living it again.

Then came the rest of the dream, or the memory, or what ever was happening on the screen.

"LIAR" she shrieked, but he could hear the terror behind the anger now "YOU'VE GOT IT, POTTER AND YOU WILL GIVE IT TO ME- ACCIO PROPHECY! ACCIO PROPHECY"

Harry laughed again because he knew it would incense her, the pain building in his head so badly he thought his skull might burst. He waved his empty hand from behind the one-eared goblin and with drew it quickly as a jet of green light jetted past.

"Nothing there" he shouted, "nothing to summon It smashed and nobody heard what it said, tell your boss that-"

"No!" She screamed. "It isn't true, you're lying - MASTER I TRIED, I TRIED - DO NOT PUNISH ME - "

"Don't waste your breath!" Yelled Harry his eyes screwed up against the pain, now more terrible than ever. "He can't hear you from here!"

"Can't I, Potter?" Said a high, cold voice.

Harry opened his eyes. Tall, thin and black hooded, his terrible snake like face white and gaunt, his scarlet, slit pupiled eyes staring...Lord Voldemort had appeared in the middle of the hall, his wand pointed at Harry who stood frozen, quite unable to move.

There was screaming in his classroom, but it didn't last for long, everyone was too transfixed and Snape was powerless to stop the show. So it continued and switched to another scene.

Harry's scar burst open. He knew he was dead: it was pain beyond imagining, pain past endurance - He was gone from the Hall, he was locked in the coils of a creature with red eyes, so tightly bound that Harry didn't know where his body ended and the creatures began. They were fused together bound by pain. and there was no escape.

And when the creature spoke, it used Harry's mouth, o that in his agony he felt his jaw move....

"Kill me now Dumbledore...."

Blinding and dying every part of him was screaming for realize, he flet the creature use him again.

"if death is nothing, Dumbledore, Kill the boy...."

'let the pain stop' thought Harry 'let him kill us....end it Dumbledore....Death is nothing compared to this....and I'll see Sirius again....'

And as his heart was filled with emotion, the creature's coils loosened and the pain was gone.

All the girl's were crying, even some of the Slytherins. Harry's thoughts in the Dream, or Memory or whatever had been spoken out loud like a commentary and all the pain in those words seemed to break some people.

There was one last scene.

Malfoy glanced around. Harry knew he was checking for signs of teachers. Then he looked back at Harry and said in a low voice "you're dead Potter".

Harry rasied an eyebrow "funny" he said, "you'd think I'd have stopped walking around..."

there was laughter around the room. Malfoy tinged pink, but he wasn't angry.

Malfoy looked angrier than Harry had ever seen him, He felt kind of a detached satisfaction at the sight of his pale, pointed face contorted in rage.

"You're going to pay," Malfoy said in voice barely above a whisper "I'm going to make you pay for what you did to my father...."

"Well I'm terrified now" said Harry sarcastically. "I s'pose Lord Voldemort's just a warm up act compared to you three - what's the matter?" he asked for Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle all looked stricken at the name. "He's your dad's mate isn't he? Not scared of him, are you?".

more snickers, except from the Slytherins who knew something Harry didn't. Something that he probably should have known.

That was usually around the time Ron woke him up so the dream ended there. There was still a stunned silence around the room.

Then a whole lot of muttered whisperings mostly about how they couldn't believe Harry survived, hell he still couldn't believe he survived.

"I told you" Harry finally said to Snape, Snape looked at him in shock "I told you not to show it"

"Well that was interesting, class dismissed" was all Snape said. 'No wonder he wants to forget'.