Hello?
Is someone out there? Can you hear me? Help me!
Harry looked around to find the source of the voice. He couldn't understand why there was nothing around him. Where was he? Determined to find answers, He walked around in the white. He knew he was safe, he was still not of age and he had returned to Privet Drive. What was going on? This has to be a dream. A few minutes after his conclusion of where he was, he found himself looking at a young girl no older than four. She was wet; her hair looked as if it had been cut very poorly because it was much shorter in some places and to her waist in others and her clothes were dripping and sagging as if the opaque grey colored dress wasn't hers.
"Who are you?" She asked looking frightened. "If Uncle sent you, tell him I didn't mean it. I was curious. I'm sorry!" Tear were falling constantly from her eyes now; Harry felt sympathetic but still couldn't see where this was heading. Thus, he played along.
"What's going on? Are you hurt?" With that she stared at him, as if she had found someone who could rescue her. The thought clearly disappeared from her face a few moments later.
"You don't even know who I am, do you?" She crossed what looked like her arms but Harry couldn't tell because her sleeves were longer than the girl was tall.
"No, I don't." He admitted. "Do you know who I am?"
She shook her head. "Nope and I can't tell you who I am because I don't want to make you lie for me."
"Lie for you? What—"
"My uncle is looking for me, and I have to get there before him. If I don't something bad will happen." She then put her sleeves over her mouth, tears dripping from her eyes.
Harry looked at her with curiosity and concern. "What will happen?" He bent over to get a closer look at her. She looked so miserable, he felt compelled to help.
There was a flash of light and Harry's surroundings changed. He was now standing in a room full of disorganized books all in large stacks on the wooden floor piled closely to a ceiling he wasn't even sure was there. He looked around for the girl; she had to be here somewhere.
CRASH
Harry sat up startled and breathing heavily. He couldn't see anything so he searched for his glasses, not that he could see much with them, The only light in Harry's room was the moon. He took a deep breath and examined the contents of his room. It looked the same as he had left it, but Hedwig's cage had tipped over thus knocking various books he had piled near the cage over. What should he do with that dream? He would write to Ron and Hermione but, considering what has happened, Harry didn't feel very save with a letter. So, he would have to tell them in person. The thought that that girl might tell or even lead him to something useful was blazing inside of him. Anything about horecruxes would help him a great deal, but sleep would not come so easily after being so startled. Trying not to get his hopes up, he then turned on his light, picked up a book of defense spells and reviewed it. He needed all the help he could get.