Chapter5: Boo!

Harry found himself walking back to Gryffindor tower that night deep in thought. His mind was still racing about the last thing Julia had said to him. 'You are going to need your energy'. What did that mean? And why did she want him to take a couple of days off school when it just started? Shaking his head, he continued walking on his way to Gryffindor tower, expecting a great night of sleep, but he didn't know how wrong he was...

….. Dream world …..

Harry found himself running through the forbidden forest, his legs just ready to give in. His breath was coming out in deep gasps, and his face was as pale as Draco Malfoy's.

He didn't know how long he was running, but he soon realized when he found himself at an old shack. All the windows were boarded up, and the door was wide open, leading into a dark place.

Something made him walk through that door, and something pulled him deeper and deeper into the haunted place. His heart raced with anticipation, and his soul was clouded with worry and fear.

He wanted to go deeper, and his heart told him to. But his soul keep pulling him back trying to prevent him from going any farther. Giving into his heart, he walked deeper and faster, his head throbbing, and his mind going blank.

Whatever he found in the haunted shack was going to be something important, it was going to prove something to him. Just what was it going to prove? He was going to have to keep walking and find out.

Stopping at a stairway that led to a dark hallway, he began to climb the stairs numbly. His emerald eyes still, cast directly on the hallway looking for any movement or signs of life. He saw none, but that didn't stop him from glancing around nervously, his eyes wide and alert.

That was when he heard it.

That was when he heard the soft creaking of the floor behind him. That's when he saw, out the corner of his eyes, a man walking into the door, the mans blue haunted eyes looking straight into his. The emerald-eyed boy could do nothing but stare at those haunted eyes, fear coursing through his every vein.

Since it was so dark, the raven-haired boy could see nothing but those haunting blue eyes. If he had wanted to scream he couldn't have. It seemed as if his vocal cords were on a break that moment, because they wouldn't work.

Turning to the dark hallway just a few steps away, he gave it a determined look and started to run up the steps, his feet making thundering noises on the creaking wood.

Not even looking back, he raced through the hallway looking side-to-side hoping to find another door. He found none, and by the time he got to the end of the hallway, he knew he was trapped, and he felt as though his life was over.

Standing tightly against the wall, his emerald eyes watch the blue eyes make their way to him, a pale face starting to come into view.

With a startled gasp, he looked at the face that came into view, and his lips parted and one silent word came out. "Sirius..."

The man changed into a dog and started to walk away from the shocked teen, but not before turning to look him in the eyes and a mischievous grin was spread on the dogs face as he said. "Boo."

Harry slumped against the wall praying that this dream would end. This was the scariest dream he had ever had in his life. All the dreams about Voldemort couldn't compare to this dream. He almost thought he was on some type of sick horror movie, and all he could do was slump against the wall praying for it to end.

...End Of dream world...

"Ahhhhhh!" Harry shot up in his bed yelling, his head throbbing with intense pain. Was it Voldemort causing those dreams, or was it Sirius? Why would Sirius want to cause Harry that much pain? It just didn't seem right.

Shaking his head, he thanked Julia silently for telling him to use silencing charms tonight. The only thing he had a problem with was she probably knew about the dream and didn't tell him.

Growling in anger, he found himself thinking about the prophecy and everything else that happened last year.

He had tried to block it all out, but this dream seemed to open up everything. He guessed it was because Sirius was in the dream, it was the way he looked when they were in the shrieking shack in his third year.

That was the same year he escaped from Azkaban, and that was the year he looked haunted.

Signing, he rolled over in his bed and tried to go to sleep, but sleep wasn't coming very quickly. He rolled over on his back and stared up at the ceiling, daydreaming about his mom, dad, and Sirius.

"Harry! Wake up mate! You're going to be late for your first class, and that's potions!" The voice of his oh-so-loving best friend drug him out of sleep and rung in his ears.

Cracking one eye open, he slowly stood up and stretched, and suddenly felt energized. "I'm not going to class today, I have a meeting with Professor Roberts." He said lazily, another yawn escaping his mouth.

Ron's face turned red, and Harry could tell he was clearly Jealous, "Harry, how do you get out of classes? What's with you and Professor Roberts? Are you going to have an illegal teacher-student relationship or something?"

"No we're not," Harry responded, tired of his friends Jealous fits. "She's more like a mother, you know, the person who tells you you're to sick to come to classes and stuff." He explained.

"Whatever Harry," Ron growled softly. "Just don't expect me to ever try waking you up again. You're Harry Potter, and if you don't want to go to class you don't have to. How could I forget?"

Harry watched Ron stalk out with a defeated sign. Was he ever going to have his best friend back? Standing up, he walked over to the bathroom and hoped in the shower, letting the water run down his back and relax him.

The same thought's he was thinking earlier still ran through his head. What did that dream mean?

...End of chapter 5...

Sorry it's so short, but my next chap. is going to be called 'The Grim Returns', you can all draw conclusions on what that's going to be about ... Please Review!