Hey, I'm sorry the last chapter was kinda jumbled. It was my first chapter and the first draft so hopefully I will change it later. This one seems a lot better, but I suppose it's the reader who decides. I need feedback! Lol. I had 1 from the first chapter and over 50 hits. Anyway, here's the second chapter… Phil.

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The Undiscovered Dream

Harry woke with a start. Drenched with sweat, it took him a few moments to register where he was.

"The Burrow, I'm at the Burrow. Calm down" Harry muttered to himself, shaken from the dream. He was wide awake from the adrenaline that now pumped through his body. As always, he strained to remember anything from the dream. He knew he'd had the dream before. He'd had it every night for the last few weeks, but only recently had his scar started to burn and ache as it had done when Voldemort was at full power. As he clamped his eyes shut, searching for a thread of the dream, he could feel the dull throbbing of his scar, etched into his forehead. He could remember total darkness and a sense that it was the middle of the day. He was in a forest, or maybe a cave, and was standing… no floating, over a dead animal. Suddenly the present day Harry felt his scar burst with a new wave of pain, and as soon as it came, the memory of the dream had gone.

This is how it had been for the past weeks. Harry looked about the room. It was about the size of a closet but this was nothing like the cupboard under the stairs at the Dursleys, he was sure of that. He was home, at The Burrow and as soon as Harry had arrived that night, a year ago Mr Weasley had conjured up a new extension to the already strained house. The walls were covered I pictures of Harry's parents, him and the Weasleys, even a picture of Hagrid dancing at the Weasleys' Christmas party.

Harry looked across at his bedside clock. It was 5 in the morning. He could hear the distant grunts of Mr Weasleys peaceful snoring on some distant side of the house. This was much unlike Uncle Vernon's snores, which, although he was asleep, sounded as aggressive and intimidating as the woken Vernon. Things had been relaxed in the wizarding world since the demise of Voldemort. Though Harry alone felt the pressure and sensed the possibility of his return. He daren't dwell too much on the dreams, for want of keeping the memory of Voldemort dead.

Harry rolled over, ignoring the ever present burning from his scar and fell into a Voldemort-free sleep.

"HARRY!" footsteps thundered up the stairs. "Harry, come on, get up! Hermione's here. She's brought someone to see you! Come on!"

Harry looked up and saw the flame-red hair of Ron disappear round out the door. He stumbled out of bed, threw his slippers on and trudged down the stairs. When he reached the kitchen he beamed upon seeing Hermione, but instantly stopped when she didn't return the gesture. He looked around her and saw the familiar bulging eyes of his friend, Dobby, the house-elf.

"Oh Harry!" Hermione muttered, her voice filled with exasperation. "I've just been to Hogwarts for my interview for Professor Flitwick's place as Charms teacher. That's where I saw Dobby; he said he needs to see you urgently. Harry, bad news. It's McGonagall; she's leaving Hogwarts."

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"Professor!" Harry shouted through the flames. He needed to talk to McGonagall; he didn't know where she would be but decided that Hogwarts would be a good place to start. He heard hurried footsteps from the adjacent room. The door opened and in came Professor McGonagall. To Harry's surprised she looked worn and aged as though the 2 years of being headmistress of Hogwarts had been a decade.

"Harry?" she said. The look of shock at seeing Harry's head in the flames was replaced by curiosity. "What are you doing here?"

"I've heard the news Professor. Is it true? You're leaving Hogwarts?"

Realisation dawned on McGonagall as though she had been holding the news from him for a long time. "It is true, Potter. The governors feel my time at Hogwarts is finally over, I am sure one of the new headmasters will fit in nicely" she said through thin lips.

"New headmasters? You mean they have already been selected!" Harry asked, startled at the news.

"Well, of course, Harry. The school governors have short-listed 5 candidates. That reminds me I must remember to inform Percy Weasley that he has been selected as a candidate." She said as an after thought.

" Percy! What would you want Percy for? He betrayed the Order! Who else is there?"

"Well there's Mr Weasley, Professor Flitwick of course, I am also being reconsidered, a Mr Turpin and… uhm… well, Harry I'm afraid Severus Snape is also a candidate." McGonagall drew back, anticipating the outburst from Harry.

"Snape! B… but I don't understand. The ministry got him! He's in Azkaban, it can't be him! He killed Dumbledore!" Harry spluttered in utter rage.

"Severus managed to convince the ministry of his innocence. I must also make you aware, Harry, that the portrait of Dumbledore has insisted upon the Order that Snape is also innocent. His name has been cleared and I must ask you to forgive him too Harry."

"Forgive him! How dare you even suggest it! Why don't you see? He killed Dumbledore!" Harry shouted, his voice reaching a higher volume.

"But Harry…" McGonagall started firmly. "No 'buts', Professor. Goodnight!"

And with that Harry pulled back and felt as though his neck was shrinking back to his body. He landed roughly on the kitchen floor of the Burrow. "Dobby!" he bellowed.

"Yes, Mr. Potter, sir?" Was the squeaky reply.

"Get some rest Dobby. We are returning to Hogwarts first thing in the morning."