A/N: Hi… Mucho thanks to those who reviewed… I LOVE YOU GUYS SO FRICKIN' MUCH!!!

I am still going through the dreaded (gasp) writer's block so this chapter will basically be useless… It's sort of going to give you the impression that Sophie and Harry are going to get together… Please don't think of that just now, they're not together… Well, not yet anyway…

The song is Dream a Dream, I really have no idea who deserves the credit (if you know, kindly correct my ignorance, it's been getting out of hand for a couple of years now), 'cause I just found it in my Aunt's Charlotte Church Christmas album (I have no idea why it's in a Christmas album) but I thought the lyrics were perfect for the chapter…

I really hate myself for giving you guys this horrible chapter; it feels so rushed and stuff, I don't know how you guys will forgive me.

To all those who have been reviewing, thanks lots, and I hope you continue to read.

I am, yet again, very sorry that my chapters are short, but I'm really grateful that you guys have the patience to bear with a thirteen-year-old girl struggling with writer's block.

Kristie

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Chapter 7 – Dream a Dream

The sun had already set and the sky was already turning dark from a pinkish-orange color. Sophie and Harry practiced Occlumency the entire day. At first, they had tried to do it with Ron and Hermione, but Hermione would sniffle loudly, and to stop Sophie from jabbing her wand up Hermione's nose, Ron took Hermione for a walk Merlin-knows-where.

The main problem was that it wasn't likely that Harry would have enough time to meditate about Seeker techniques when faced with Voldemort, and forcing him to meditate for the rest of his life was humanly impossible. Well, it could be possible, if you try to get Percy to meditate about his job, but I did say humanly possible. All Harry knew was that since Snape wasn't teaching him this time, learning Occlumency was his top priority, seeing as Sirius died because he didn't learn it.

Sophie could tell that Harry still thought of his godfather. She had revealed to him that while she didn't see any more memories that belonged to him, she would feel bursts of emotion.

"So, you feel everything I feel?" asked Harry after ages of practicing.

"I feel an intensified version of what you feel. For some odd reason, these emotions intensify. I'll have to ask Professor Dumbledore."

"Why isn't he teaching me? Not that I mind, you're an excellent teacher," he added hastily.

"Well, seeing as Voldemort's back, he's very, very busy. He's rarely here. Harry, I've been able to sense resentment in you. I sense it more strongly now that you talk about the headmaster. Why do you feel like this towards him, Harry?"

Harry didn't answer. He felt himself getting cold for some reason. "You're getting cold," Sophie said, taking one of his hands in hers again, warming it up. Harry felt all the resentment he had towards Dumbledore gently ebb away. He did not know how and he most certainly did not know why, but he felt that every touch Sophie gave him made him lose all strong emotion. If only she was there to hold his hand when Snape was trying to teach him Occlumency. Perhaps Voldemort wouldn't have lured him to the Department of Mysteries.

"Harry," Sophie said, "I know what you're thinking, and I can sense it. I know you're sick of everyone telling you, but it really isn't your fault. I can't make you feel how I want you to feel, and I can't make you move on like I am, but there's nothing you can do. All this moping won't do you any good. What Snape was teaching you wasn't entirely wrong. In fact, he was completely right. You have to let go of your emotions, Harry. The reason why you couldn't was that he gave you a lot of negative emotions, so you couldn't just let your emotions go."

"How do you cope with it?"

"With what?"

"With loss?"

Sophie smiled, but it wasn't the wry smile or the proud grin that was on her face. It was perhaps the saddest little smile Harry that had ever seen his entire life. He felt like he was being torn inside and out. He felt a lump in his throat. Had he been ten years younger, he would've sobbed uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry, forget it, I shouldn't've – "

"No, it's alright, Harry. I should've prepared myself for this. I've never been able to cope with it. I just let go. I couldn't cope, so I let go." Harry saw a single tear slide down her cheek. It was perhaps the saddest thing he ever saw. He knew that she was stopping herself from crying. Seeing a single tear from her was worse than seeing all the tears that streamed uncontrollably down Cho Chang's face. He reached out and did what felt the most natural to do. He embraced her.

He engulfed her in a tight embrace. He did not feel tears soak his sleeve, neither did he hear sobs. What he felt were all the emotions running through her veins. What he heard was every single beat of her heart. He felt how strong she was, he knew that he himself couldn't cope with all these emotions. When he let go, her eyes weren't red, no tearstains on her face. She didn't allow herself to cry, he thought. He looked into her dark eyes and knew that she didn't want him to see her cry, to see her so hurt. Neither of them stated it, not because they didn't know, but because it was so obvious that it was better left unsaid.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Harry allowed her to lean on him, knowing that she was tired. He closed his eyes. When he looked at the horizon, he saw that there was a single star on the sky. Please stop her pain, he wished. He closed his eyes again. He was very tired. He then heard a quivering voice sing.

When the night is still,

And the sea is calm,

Lonely shadow, you call upon me.

Lay by my side,

Fear not tonight,

Lonely shadow, you'll find a new light

Harry listened to Sophie sing. Her voice was light, pleasant. It was, like the rest of her, beautiful.

Dream a dream

And see through angels' eyes

A place where we can fly away

He was now thinking of letting go of all his self-blame. To fly away and find peace from all that was bothering him. As he listened to Sophie's voice, he pushed out all the thoughts that bothered him: Sirius' death, Ron and Hermione's odd reversal of roles, the prophecy, Voldemort.

Ride with me upon a shining star,

Above the moonlit sky

We will find Elysium.

Elysium. Heaven. Paradise. Bliss. He opened his eyes and gazed at the moonlit sky, thinking if there really was somewhere in those skies where he could run away from it all, where he could just be another person and not the Boy Who Lived.

Hear the nightingale

Sing a lullaby,

Lonely shadow, you'll find a new light.

Harry closed his eyes and listened some more to the beautiful voice that was Sophie's. It was as if she was the new light that he, a lonely shadow, now found.

Dawn will be kind,

All will be bright,

Lonely shadow, rise from the darkness.

Could he really rise from the darkness of his emotions? Could Sophie, his newfound light, help him rise from the darkness? She seemed to be doing this; every touch of hers drove his anger away, the sound of her voice stopped him from all his emotional outbursts, her mere presence soothed him.

Dream a dream

And see through angels' eyes

A place where we can fly away

Ride with me upon a shining star,

Above the moonlit sky

We will find Elysium.

At that last word, Sophie's voice quavered. Harry pulled her closer to him and felt the tears finally gushing out. He looked at her and wanted to help her as much as she helped him; to be the light in her darkness, to drive away all the sadness in her life. Elysium. Heaven. Paradise. Bliss. He wished to find for her all these things.

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A/N: Oh yeah… when you post your reviews, I'd like your opinion: Do you think I should a.) Get Sophie and Harry together, b.) Get them together, but not now 'cause it's too soon, or c.) Don't even think of putting them together.

Thanks!

Kristie