A/N: Nothing much to say here. Hope you like this chapter!

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Upon Ron's arrival in Divination, Harry knew he was upset. Harry guessed that it was Evangeline that was making him upset, but he could not tell why it

made Ron so angry.

Ron slammed his bag down onto the table. His books and inkwell came spilling out. His inkwell smashed into pieces and splattered the table with ink.

"Damn," Ron muttered under his breath. "Reparo."

The inkwell repaired itself. Ron pushed his books back into his bag and sat down, his arms crossed.

"Hey," said Harry. Ron didn't respond.

"All right," said Harry. "What's wrong?"

Ron ignored Harry still.

"Look," said Harry. "I don't know why you're upset. Evangeline's nice, why can't you-"

"Harry!" said Ron, cutting him off mid-sentance. "You're acting like the biggest prat over this girl!"

"W-what?" Harry stuttered, caught off guard by this comment.

"Come on, Harry. Since when do you like Potions? Only since you met her. And that whole thing about animals at lunch? Come on."

Harry was silent. He was not sure how to react.

"So, I'm not allowed to make other friends, now?" Harry said to Ron.

Ron said, "I don't care how many friends you have. But you're forgetting who was here first."

"Oh, so you're jealous, now?"

"Of her? As if!"

"Would you be going on about her if you weren't?" said Harry heatedly.

Ron waved his hand. "Stop. Just stop. It doesn't matter, anyway."

"Best idea you've had all day." said Harry coldly. He took out his copy of The Dream Oracle and looked up at Professor Trelawney expectantly.

"Please open your books to page eleven," she said. "we will continue interpreting dreams again today."

Harry turned to Ron, but Ron had already begun working with Neville beside him. Harry grimaced.

Harry ended up working with Seamus Finnigan. Seamus went into a long-winded explanation of his latest dream, which ended up being very boring.

Harry opened his copy of The Dream Oracle and began analyzing Seamus's dream. Nothing made much sense. Harry's brain seemed to be turned off. It

was sweltering hot in the classroom, and, needless to say, Professor Trelawney hadn't opened any windows.

"I need to go to the bathroom," Seamus mumbled.

Harry nodded. Seamus left. Harry leaned forward and put his nose close to his book. He was so tired...

Harry drifted off into a deep sleep. He dreamt of a dark room lit with a single fireplace for light. From a chair near the fireplace came a high, cold

voice.

"Get up."

On the floor, lying flat on his back, was a man Harry had never seen before.

"You'll never kill me. You didn't win last time, and you cannot win now!"

The cold, high voice rang out once more. "SILENCE!" he pointed his wand at the man and bellowed, "Crucio!"

He screamed. He writhed and wiggled on the floor in pain. Voldemort pulled his wand back and stood up.

"I may not have to kill you." said Voldemort. "You may be of help to me."

"How's that?"

"Get me the Potter boy."

Harry awoke on the floor of the Divination classroom, screaming and clutching his scar. It was burning. Ron knelt down at his side.

"Harry? HARRY? What happened?"

"You were asleep!" said Professor Trelawney shrilly. "Did you have a nightmare, Potter? Perhaps-"

"I'm fine," Harry lied. "I'm just tired."

"You were screaming! You-"

"I am FINE." Harry repeated.

Professor Trelewney adjusted her spectacles. "Very well. Clean up your things. Class dismissed."

Once outside the classroom, Ron approached Harry.

"What did you see?"

Harry, who was happy enough to have Ron talking to him again, said, "Voldemort. He's back. He's torturing someone... I don't know who..."

"Where is he?" asked Ron.

Somehow, Harry knew. "Number seventeen, Wright street, London."