A/N: Headache plus Annoying brother = Very strange beginning to a chapter. I hope you guys like it anyway.

CH21: The Mind Of A Madman

"My Lord." Red hair falling across a freckled face.

Odd's wide, glassy eyes.

A sword dripped in blood.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are gathered here today to join these two people in holy matrimony."

"Harry?"

"What gives you the power to dictate our lives? Who made you God? We have the right to make our own decisions."

"Hello, Clover-eyes. I've been looking forward to our meeting again."

"Cho! Watch out!"

"I can't bear to lose you, too."

"Sirius, I can look after myself."

"I'm – I'm sorry." Blood stained lips.

"Harry?"

"Sometimes I can't tell if it's worth it, Draco. All the death, all the destruction. When will it end?"

"It's too late. He's changed."

"Ah, Potter. It's good to know one of us is alive and well."

"Even you could never gain immortal life."

The stake fell to the ground with a resounding thump.

"Harry?"

"Harry?"

"Harry!"

Harry sat straight up in bed.

"Harry, wake up!" Draco's voice called up the stairs. "We have to leave for England in a few minutes!"

"Be – be right down!" he called back, shaking his head.

'What just happened?'

"Come in," Severus said in response to the knock on his door. "Weasley, you're late." He didn't look up from his papers until he heard them.

"Ouch, that's a hurtful comparison, Severus," said Draco, leaning against the doorframe. Harry stood behind him.

"Aren't you going to invite us in?" Harry asked, eyes twinkling.

Severus actually smiled. "How are you two?" He ushered the boys in: Draco playing with some vials on the edge of the desk, Harry perched next to them.

"Could be worst – " Harry stared, before the door opened again.

"Sorry I'm late, Pro – "Ron stopped dead, fear on his face. "Ha – Harry!"

"Hello, Weasley," Harry said evenly. "What brings you down to the dungeons this late at night?"

Severus stared at the Gryffindor's horror filled face and snorted. "If you are terrified at the sight of Harry here, how do you ever expect to fool the Dark Lord?"

"What are you talking about?" Harry looked from Severus to Ron, dawning appearing in his eyes. He jumped of the desk and yanked up Ron's arm. "Idiot," he snarled.

"Harry – " Severus said, placating.

"What were you thinking?!?" Harry yelled, forgetting that he didn't care what his ex-friend did anymore. "Were you even – "Slowly, his eyes widened and he collapsed into the chair.

"My Lord." Red hair falling across a freckled face.

Ron Weasley bowing in front of Voldemort.

"Oh Merlin." He bolted from the dungeons.

"Are you sure that's what you saw?" Draco asked again.

"Positive." Harry sat in the deserted library, flipping through a book.

"But you've had visions before. Why are you so surprised?"

"These were different somehow. They felt ... I dunno. They felt like they weren't mine."

"So what are you looking for?"

"Something to explain it."

"But you don't even know where to search!"

"I have to try."

"Deni." He pulled the black-haired boy by the arm. "We have a reason to be here. Remember?"

"Yeah." He looked back at the book and shook his head. "Where is the tomb were looking for anyway?"

"The Headmaster's office."

"Perfect. Just perfect."

"Cockroach Clusters?"

"Jelly bellies?"

"You really like that Muggle candy, don't you, Im."

"It's so addicting."

"Lemon Drops?" Harry tried and the statue jumped aside. "I should have known."

Draco eyed the door. "Should we knock?"

Harry shrugged. "Do you want to break in to one of he most powerful men in the world's office or do you want to get this book legally?"

Draco quickly knocked.

"Chicken."

"Again, there was a reason you were put into Gryffindor while I was put into Slytherin."

"Come in," said Dumbledore through the door. He looked shocked when he saw who was disturbing him this time of night. "Harry?"

"Headmaster," Harry said stiffly.

"Er, - "Draco gazed at the anger barely concealed on Harry's face. "We were wondering, Professor, if you had a copy of 'The Travels of Mendrak'?"

"Mr. Malfoy." A little surprise showed on the old wizards face. He shook his head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy. That book disappeared several months ago." He looked squarely at Harry. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sure you are," Harry said and turned to leave the office.

"Wait." Harry stopped at Draco's word. "Do you happen to have any books on prophetic dreams?" Harry shot him a grateful look.

"I was wondering if you'd be looking for that," said Dumbledore, just loud enough for them to hear. Harry saw red.

"Why? What is it this time?" He gritted his teeth.

"Harry, calm down. I didn't know it was going to happen until an agent of mine brought back the information a couple days ago."

"Weasley?"

"You know about that?" He smiled ruefully. "Of course you do."

"So what's happening, Dumbledore?"

"Harry, Tom Riddle is clairvoyant."

"The connection," Harry finished, connecting the dots.

"Yes, Harry."

"So, I'm sharing his visions now?"

"It would appear so."

Harry headed for the door again, Draco right on his heals. They needed to have a chat with a certain red-headed lion.