Disclaimer: Okay, this is my first time doing something like this. I don't own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does...and i bow to her. Please don't sue me...i'm poor. All orginal characters are JK Rowlings' and they do not in any way shape or forn belong to me. All i own is the plot. Ok, cool. Enjoy

Authors Note: okay i'm so sorry i took so long to post this story but my life finally came home and i thought that i should probably spend some time with him. He went off to college, one that's really far away from me, and i got a little distracted. But now that things have calmed down a little bit, I'll be able to write some more. Thanks for your patients. Enjoy the story and remember to review.

Dream Prophecy

"Harry, I don't even know why you try- I always beat you." Ron shook his head as he beat Harry at yet another game of Wizard''s Chess.

Harry grinned, "Because you'll eventually let your guard down... and when you do, I'll be there to smash you into the ground!"

Ron laughed and shook his head, "Not going to happen mate." He tossed a 'Bernie Botts Every Flavored Jelly Bean' into his mouth, "Mmmm, cotton candy. I hope she wakes up soon."

Harry looked at Hermione's bed and sighed, "I do too. She can't sleep for much longer, can she?" he asked worriedly. He'd never seen Hermione so pale, so quiet. It was as if all the life had been sucked out of her.

Ron shrugged and stood up, "She'll be all right, mate, no worries. Besides, what doesn't kill her will make her stronger." he said importantly.

Harry rolled his eyes at his best friend, "You should go check up with your wife, Ron. You know Luna's bound to be worried about you." His best friend hadn't left Hermione's side in 3 days. Ron's clothes (a pair of blue jeans and a warm red turtleneck sweater) were wrinkled almost beyond recognition. His shaggy red hair was getting greasy, and he most definitely needed a shower! Of course, he probably looked and smelled the same way. "Besides, you need to freshen up. I promise I'll watch her while you go."

Ron took one last look at Hermione, then with a nod at his best friend, he left the room.

Harry let out a long, deep sigh. If he ever lost Ron or Hermione he would be lost. He would lose part of himself. "Hermione. Please, wake up." he whispered and walked over to the tiny hospital bed. He reached for her limp, cold hand and intertwined their fingers together. Harry couldn't lose her, not like he lost Sirius. Hermione was the closest person he could call a sister - just like Ron was his brother. If not related by blood, then by spirit and love for one another. They were his family.

His dark eyes closed for a minute, trying to push memories of death out of his head. Cedric Diggory, killed by Voldemort and Peter Pittigrew. Sirius Black, his godfather killed trying to save him. He even lost the Dursley's from a Death Eater attack. Sure they weren't the best family, but they we're still all he had left of his blood family.

His eyes jolted open when he heard the soft, barely murmured, whisper of a voice. His eyes dropped down to Hermione's lips and watched as they opened and closed in a distinct pattern. She barely speaking, but Harry was sure that she wasn't even speaking English because he couldn't understand what she was trying to say. His eyes ran up her pale cheeks and he let out a soft gasp when he saw that her eyes were wide open and she was staring up at him ... but not at him at the same time. It was as if she was looking through him and seeing something else.

"Madam Pomfry!" Harry yelled out, refusing to move away from Hermione. "Could you please inform Professor Dumbledor that I need him as soon as possible please!" he asked once the school nurse appeared at the door.

It took less than two minutes for Dumbledor to respond as he was already on his way to see Hermione. His old body moving as if he was forty, instead of the ninety-plus that he was rumored to be, he burst through the door and was at Hermione's side in six long strides. He wasn't alone.

"What's going on Harry?" Dumbledor asked, coming to a stop beside the bed.

Harry's eyes dropped to the tall, dark man who entered with Dumbledor. Blond hair, gray cold eyes, that one-of-a-kind trademark smirk. "What's he doing here?" Harry growled.

Malfoy nodded his head slightly in Harry's direction and dropped his eyes down to Hermione. "She's in a trance, she's trying to to tell us something." Malfoy steel cold eyes jumped up to Harry's, "Take a picture, Potter, it lasts longer." he grinned, standing at Dumbledor's side. Then he focused completely on Hermione, and tried to figure out what she was saying.

"Professor, I don't want Malfoy here. He's a-"

"Actually, Harry, Draco Malfoy isn't. he doesn't have a side." Dumbledor interrupted before words dangerous words were spoken. "He's here because Ms. Granger allowed him back here. She is secret keeper now, as you well know. Trust her judgment." Dumbledor spoke firmly, placing his hands inside his robes.

"She's speaking in an extremely old language sir." Malfoy frowned as he tried to decipher her complicated words. "When the moon is at its fullest and brightest, when Mars is aligned with Jupiter and the Leo is fighting the Serpent, the battle will come to the breaking point at... the Burrow?" Malfoy frowned, then looked at Dumbledor for conformation. "The Burrow? What's that?"

Harry shook his head, his face pale, "Ron's house. Surely you haven't forgotten that, Malfoy?"

Malfoy cocked his head to the side, trying to figure out why it could possibly be held at the Weasley household. They were a pure blooded wizard family, they're blood almost as pure as the Malfoy blood. The only difference was that they loved muggles, accepted them, and... they didn't support Voldemort. That must be it. They must be going after anyone who was not with them... the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters must be comfortable with the power that they've accumulated so far. Enough to attack a very well respected family with ties to some of the most powerful witches and wizards in the whole world.

"Are you sure that is what she is saying, Malfoy?" Harry asked watching Hermione's lips move in the same pattern over and over again.

Malfoy rolled his eyes, "Please Potter, contrary to your belief that I must be the most stupid wizard in history, I do know things. I know languages. And the one that Granger is speaking right now is old Scottish Gaelic, it isn't spoken anymore. A language lost."

"Whatever Malfoy, I didn't ask for a lecture. Albus, we need to get the Weasley's out of there, they're the only family I have left." Harry looked into Dumbledor's wise eyes.

Malfoy shook his head, "Have you learned nothing these long years as an Auror, Potter? Granger has provided you with valuable information against the Dark Lord. You're going to waste it. It really is a wonder he hasn't killed you, and your lot, already." Malfoy walked over to the chair Harry was sitting in moments before, and watched both Dumbledor and Potter.

"Why you stupid traitor, I'll k-" Harry snarled and started towards Malfoy, Dumbledor stopped him with an outstretched hand.

"What do you mean, Mr. Malfoy?" Dumbledor asked curiously, pulling Harry to stand by his side.

"Simple, Headmaster. Use the information Granger provided you to your advantage. Set up a trap. I highly doubt the Dark Lord will show his face, so he'll send his Death Eaters. You send your Aurors. Yes take Mr. and Mrs. Weasley out of the house, away from the danger, but do it secretly, as there will be Death Eaters watching. Set up look-a-likes. You have to use your brain when dealing with the Dark Lord, you can't just go in there, wands blazing because chances are that the Dark Lord knows you and how you react. Courage, strength, bravery are important, yes, but you need to be smart and sly. Use trickery and deceit. The time of the Gryffindor must be left behind you Potter, it will be Slytherin minds that will defeat the Dark Lord."

Harry, his face red in anger, shook his head and turned to face Mafloy, "No way."

"Harry, maybe you should listen to Mr. Malfoy, we can't win this war by ourselves. Not by using the same methods against Voldemort that we have in the past. Maybe its time we 'switch things up a bit'. " Albus suggested, his eyes twinkling with the prospect. His clear, all seeing and all knowing eyes turned to Malfoy. "Looks like you've chosen a side, Mr. Malfoy."

Malfoy shook his head calmly, refusing to rise to the bait, and returned Dumbledor's steady gaze, "No sir, I was merely telling Potter how stupid his really is. I thought I could give him a small example of how a real man's mind works. If my strategy is the one you use, then so be it, but next time there will be a fee." he smirked cockily.

As Dumbledor and Harry discussed what they should do, Malfoy let his eyes shift to Hermione. He heard her whisper the same words over and over again. Old Scottish Gaelic, used only by the pure blood wizards and witches of old. How would Hermione Granger possible know the sacred and extremely secret language when she was not a pureblood witch. She was both muggle and witch - it simply made no sense to him. Well, she was the smartest witch he know, so it shouldn't really supprise him too much, he supposed.

He had left out part of the message - it wasn't important or relevant to the information to the Weasley attack, so he didn't feel the need to repeat it. The words held firm in his mind, however, and he was curious as to why they were even uttered. "Tha goal agam ort", which means "I love you." Who was she speaking about, and why was that thought so powerful, so prominent in her mind that she was forced to reveal them in her deep slumber. Was she talking about Ron Weasley? Or was it Harry Potter? He found he didn't like the thought of her being in love with either of them, or with anyone else for that matter.

What was wrong with him? Who was he to care who she was in love with? Who was he to be jealous of another guy? What claim on her did he have? None. That would soon change, he decided firmly.

Who was he to try and fight instincts?

Please please please review! I like to write more when i get reviews... it makes me feel like i'm actually doing a good job... so please, feel free ... no ... encouraged to write a review. Long or short, I love them all. Thanks to all those who have reviewed!