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Author's Notes: Ah! Thank you to everyone who reviewed! I'm glad you guys are enjoying this.

This chapter took me forever to think of where I wanted to go with it. It was misery. But I think I'm on a roll now with how it's going to go. And I have lots of ideas thanks to a certain sleepover my friends and I had. :-D

So, anyway, here ya go. Chapter two! Yay! *does happy dance*

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Chapter Two

Strange encounters

            Harry awoke the next morning more confused as ever. He had another dream about Dumbledore, only this time he was a native from the jungle and you know how they dress. And of course, predictably, they were about to kiss when Harry awoke.

            Getting up and looking to see if Ron was still asleep, Harry wondered if he should go talk to Professor Dumbledore about his dreams but quickly dismissed the idea. He'll probably think I'm crazy. That or I'm in love with him, Harry thought. Seeing that Ron wasn't there, and figuring he was in the common room, Harry proceeded to dress.

            As he climbed down the steps, a thought occurred to him. Why was Ron up so early? It was a Saturday morning and Harry couldn't find any reason why Ron should be up at the crack of dawn. Starting to panic, Harry jumped the rest of the stairs and burst into the common room, earning him a few startled and quizzical looks.

            Harry found Ron sitting in a corner whispering frantically to Hermione. Trying to act cool, Harry gracefully staggered-sauntered over to the two.

            "Hey guys! What are you doing up so early on this fabulous day?"

            "Harry!" Ron and Hermione yelled surprised.

            "What are you doing up so early?!" Ron asked.

            "I asked you first," Harry replied.

            "Well….I was….See…" Ron stammered.

            "He woke up to you muttering about Dumbledore again and he came down to tell me," Hermione stated quite calmly. Ron glared at her. Harry gasped like a girl and started laughing insanely.

            "Me! Mumbling about Dumbledore again! Hahaha! That's funny. Really it is. Not at all weird or anything," Harry laughed, darting his eyes here and there to see if anyone was listening.

            "Yes, you mumbling about Dumbledore," Hermione said.

            "What exactly did I say?" Harry asked.

            "Well, a bunch of stuff. Most of it I couldn't figure out but I caught a few phrases," Ron answered.

            "Like…?"

            "Well…one thing I heard you say was, 'Professor, that loincloth, it looks good. Where can I find one like that?' and 'Stop that Professor! Do behave yourself!' and…yeah." Ron started blushing and turned away. Harry sat there shocked. Ron turned back and stared at him.

            "What does it mean?" he asked. Harry didn't know what to say. He didn't really feel like telling them about how he was having strange, sexual dreams that involved Professor Dumbledore. He supposed he was afraid they would think him weird. But it wasn't as if they meant anything.

            Realizing that they probably would stare at him funny for the rest of the day, he decided to tell them just enough to shake them off.

            "Ok. Lately I've been having these weird dreams…." Harry proceeded to tell them about the Swiss and native jungle ones.

            Through the explanation Hermione stared straight ahead taking in every word and analyzing it while Ron's expression went from mild interest to complete horror and disgust. Harry finished and looked at the two of them. Ron spoke first.

            "That…is…DISGUSTING! Oh my God! EWWW! That's so wrong! Ah! I can't look at him the same anymore! My brain! It's poisoned! AHH!"

             "Ron! Knock it off! You were the one that wanted Harry to tell you!" Hermione shouted over Ron's screams. Ron abruptly stopped.

            "Yeah! But I had no idea they were going to be like that!" Ron's reaction was just as Harry had feared. But he couldn't help feeling in the bottom of his stomach that it wasn't that gross.

            "So, what do you think they mean Harry?" Hermione asked, interrupting Harry's thoughts.

            "Um…I'm not sure exactly." All of a sudden, Harry didn't feel like talking about it anymore. He just needed some air. Using the excuse that he had to go clip his nails in the library, he left the common room and headed towards the grounds.

            Once out on the grass, Harry had a sudden urge to sing:

             "There was a distance between you and I, a misunderstanding once but now we look it in the eye! Life is a highway! I wanna' ride it all night long, if you're going my way, I wanna' ride it all night long! YEAH!"

            Feeling much better knowing that he got that off his chest, Harry moved to thinking about his dreams and his life at the moment. Everything was hectic and just…terrible. Voldemort was back, OWLS were coming up soon, his nose was cold, classes with Umbridge were still useless and infuriating, he wasn't allowed to play Quidditch, and the treacle wasn't agreeing with his stomach, his scar prickled constantly now, he had a hangnail on his pinky that hurt like hell, and Dumbledore wasn't talking to him. The latter was what got Harry the most. 

            What had he done wrong? Did he smell? At this thought, he sniffed his armpits and declared himself smell free. Well then, what was it?! He couldn't think of anything he might have done that would make Dumbledore mad at him. Except maybe that one time…but it wasn't his fault! He didn't conjure up those elephants and set them to stampede the lake on purpose!  Dumbledore couldn't blame him for all the angry merpeople and the damage to their homes! No, so it must be something else, thought Harry.

            Lost in thought, Harry wandered towards the Quidditch pitch, not really aware of where he was going. His feet carried him up the stands into the Gryffindor section of the seating and he sat down. Harry was in the middle of an extremely complex thought of what color socks to wear tomorrow when he thought he heard his name being called in the distance. Harry sat still and listened closely and decided that it was definitely his name being called even though it sounded like Berry.

            Standing up, he looked around to see where it was coming from. He spotted someone standing on the front steps waving frantically at someone and calling their name. Wow, someone really wants to talk to someone. …oh jolly good! It's me! Harry ran down the stands and towards the castle. The person calling started to run forward too. It slowly turned into one of those moments where beautiful love music plays and the two ran towards each other with their arms spread wide waiting to greet the other in a huge hug.

            The two were five feet away when they realized what exactly they were doing. Both stopped abruptly and their faces turned a deep crimson red. Harry looked up to see who this person was anyway and was shocked to see it was Snape. The professor looked up, stared at Harry then yelled, "Whatever floats your pencil sharpener!" Then he laughed insanely and ran off towards the castle leaving a stumped Harry behind. As he reached the steps he looked over his shoulder and shouted, "Oh yeah! Umbridge wants to see you…five minutes ago! Bwhahahaha!" and with that he ran inside.

            Harry stood there comprehending Snape's actions and then his words. His words…Oh my God! He bolted up the lawn and into the castle.

            He ran up the marble stairs as fast as he could to reach Umbridge's office. He was almost there when he turned a corner and ran into something very hard. Harry staggered backwards, tipped forward and fell. The thing that he ran into caught him in its arms. Looking up Harry could see some blue eyes before he passed out.

            Harry awoke lying next to something very soft. Whatever it was felt warm. He wasn't able to open his eyes so he felt around him. He felt something like hair above his head. To his right he felt what he thought could be flesh but wasn't quite sure. It had a waxy feeling to it. He cracked open his eyes and could see sunlight streaming in the window across from him.

            Madame Pomfrey came waddling over and noticed Harry looking towards the window.

            "Harry, dear! You're up! You had quite the nasty run-in!" Harry looked at her not understanding what she was saying. Then it returned to him. He was running to Umbridge when he had run into something hard and passed out. He wondered how long ago that was. And what was this laying next to him?! He turned over and took in the person. Then he gasped.

            "Professor Dumbledore?!"

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