A/N heres another chapter where Harry is sick/hurt. I don't personlally like it but I needed it for the story to show that he aint superman and junk but this will be the last chapter where Harry is hurt for a while.

"Hey Gin," said Harry.

"Did YOU knock me out of my chair Harry," snapped Ginny.

"Not on purp…"said Harry before Ginny let out a loud scream of joy.

"HARRRRRYYY!" screamed Ginny as she got up and ran to the other side of the bed. Before Harry realized it Ginny was giving him a gigantic hug. "Your awake."

Right before Harry was going to respond the door burst open with and Mrs. Weasley came running in. "What happened here. Did Harry have another bad dream?"

"NO, no he's Awake!" joyfully responded Ginny.

"Awake! Well he still needs to be in bed," said Mrs. Weasley in her loving but strict tone. As Mrs. Weasley said she started to put the room back to normal. Mrs. Weasley had just finished when the door swung open and almost made her lose balance. Ron and Hermonie came busting "Whats wrong!" shouted Ron not noticing that he almost toppled over his mother.

Ginny shouted, "Harry's awake," in her high-pitched scream again.

Ron scanned the room noticing that Harry was getting back in his bed. "Your awake mate. Finally so you want to play some chess." Harry though chess sounded good give him something to do. Before Harry could respond Mrs. Weasley had responded for him.

"He just woke up, he doesn't need more rest," complained Ron.

"RONALD WEASLEY, you will not question me," retorted Mrs. Weasley. As Ron realized it was a mistake to question his mother when it came to Harry being sick cause he was practically one of her sons. "I'll be back in five minuets and I expect this room to be empty except for Harry." Mrs. Weasley exited the room probably to go inform the other adults that Harry was awake.

"Why did your mum think I was having a bad dream Ron," asked Harry.

"Oh its nothing we just heard stuff moving up here yesterday and came in to see you tossing and turn saying something about V V Vvv. You know who and there where things flying up in the air and crashing into the wall. You stopped once mum gave you a dreamless potion." Explained Ron

"Oh, have I said anything else in my sleep." Asked Harry.

"Just some incoherent mumbling sometimes," answered Hermonie.

"Oh, what about Snape. How is he?" asked Harry.

All three of his friends went dead silent at the question. They all looked nervously around. Finally Mrs. Weasley came in and could tell that something was wrong.

"It has been five minuets you three you can talk to him more later today," said Mrs. Weasley. They all said bye to Harry and exited the room.

Mrs. Weasley went over to the nightstand and mixed some potions. She handed the cup to Harry and gulped it down. It had a nasty slimy sandy fill to it and the taste was indescribably nasty.

He looked up at Mrs. Weasley and asked, "How is Professor Snape."

She had a devastated look on her face, "He… He isn't well but he is getting better he might not be able to start school off but he will be back before Christmas break." Harry started to feel extremely tired probably a side effect of the potions he had just took. Mrs. Weasley looked at him, "Everything will be okay Honey you just rest now and Dubuldor will sort it all out for you." Harry fell asleep to those comforting words but his dream where not comforting.

"Harry is to be EXPELED from Hogwarts and have his magic stripped," a short scrawny fellow read the official reading from the court. Fudge had a grin on his face he had finally concurred the Famous Harry Potter.

The dreams started to get drastically worse.

He who must not be names rule wizarding world. Newspapers are saying the kill count is in the 100 millions. 2 in 3 are now death eater. Terrible newspaper headlines where popping into Harry's head.

Harry walked into what was left of the Burrow. The kitchen was destroyed there was someone under the rubble. It was Mrs. Weasley. Harry pulled off his jacket and covered her. Harry slowly continued into the place he had called home every summer sense he began at Hogwarts. As he slowly made his way up the stairs to Ron's room. He opened the door and it looked like there had been a struggle but there was no body. Maybe they had escaped. He went up another floor and saw Ginny's door off the hinges. He could see blood splattered on the walls. Harry ran into the room he saw Ron lying on Ginny's bed he looked dead but he moved and tried to send a curse at Harry but missed and hit the wall.

"RON," yelled Harry as he ran to his best mate side.

"Harry," Ron gave a little smile your alive. "Th… They took Ginny."

Right at that moment Harry's scar began to burn. He suddenly felt all happy inside. The he collapsed to the floor and was suddenly in a cold dudgeon. Ginny lay in the middle of the floor. Harry could tell she was alive but barley and she must have been in a lot of pain. Voldomort was making Harry watch it. Voldmort walked over to Ginny a kicked her onto her back. There was a puddle of blood where she was lying. Harry darted a glance at Ginny stomach there was a gash a deep one. Ginny let out a groan.

"She is a strong one master. She wont tell us what we need, she's loyal to him we have no more use for her," said a death eater from a dark corner of the room.

They started to exit the room when Voldomort turned around and yelled out "Crucio." Ginny screamed out in excruciating pain. She suddenly went limp as Voldomort tortured her last breath out of her.

"Harry, HARRY," yelled Ron as he shook Harry trying to wake him up.

Harry suddenly shot up out of bed knocking Ron in the nose making him fall backwards. "Ron you're ALIVE," shouted Harry.

"Yeah mate, but you almost bloody killed me there," complained Ron.

"Where's Ginny," yelled Harry as he started to freak out.

"I think she is down stairs cleaning up dinner," said Ron as Harry dashed out of his room.

Harry flew down the steps as fast as he could he jumped down the last ten steps to the living room miss landing. He almost collapsed from the pain in his right leg. He couldn't stop though he had to make sure Ginny was okay it seemed so real. He dashed down stairs to the kitchen he jumped the last few steps slamming into the door. "Ahh," let out Harry as he opened the door to the kitchen. He saw Ginny over in the corner putting the dishes up in the cabinet. Harry limped over to her and gave her a gigantic hug. "Your alive! I thought you where dead." Exclaimed Harry.

"Why, your drenched in sweet Harry," asked Ginny. Mrs. Weasley gave him a look of you should be up in bed resting. "We heard you having another bad dream and Ron went up stairs to check on you."

"Ron," said Harry as Ron entered the kitchen holding his nose with blood dripping from it. "Are you okay there Ron," nervously asked Harry. Ron shot him and evil glare that told Harry he wasn't going to hear the end of this.

Mrs. Weasley had walked over to Harry and was feeling his forehead and rolled up his pant leg looking at his right leg. His ankle had turned a bright red Mrs. Weasley began to softly feel it. Harry winced at the pain it caused by her touching it. He tried to hide it but he knew he was doing a bad job. She looked up at him in her strict caring motherly way.

"Don't worry Mrs. Weasley I will go up stairs after a little dinner," Harry said as he slowly walked over to the table wincing with each step. He was two feet from the table he tried to take the last step but instead fell forward as he leg gave in. He caught the chair the top of the chair and pulled himself up. He was hoping that Mrs. Weasley hadn't noticed but she was staring at him. He pulled himself down into the chair and looked around hoping he wasn't going to be sent up to his room. Mrs. Weasley just turned around and mumbled something about carelessness.

Harry scarfed down three huge servings of dinner sense his lunch was cut short. He scooted his chair back to leave and tried to get up but a serining pain went through his leg. He leaned over to Fred who was sitting next to him, "Can you help me to my room Fred."

Fred got a smirk on his face. "Why do you need help to your room mate?" asked Fred in an extremely loud voice.

Mrs. Weasley whipped her head around, "Fred help Harry to his room where he ISN'T to be getting out of bed."

Harry used the chair to get up and put his arm around Fred's neck. "Your going to PAY!" snarled Harry in Fred's ear. Fred just let out a laugh as they walked up the kitchen stairs. Harry was stuck in bed for the next three days though Mrs. Weasley aloud Ginny, Hermoine, and Ron to be in his room so it wasn't too bad.

That night at dinner there was something wrong with the adults. Mrs. Weasley keep giving Harry concerned looks as though she was never going to see him again. Dumbledore wasn't even at dinner they had passed him talking to someone in the fireplace when they came down to dinner but he abruptly stopped when the passed though. Harry thought he heard him yelling upstairs though Dumbledore rarely lost his temper. Harry had a bad felling in the pit of his stomach that all this had something to do with him and his mishap earlier that week.

Ron and Hermoine announced that they where done with dinner and where going to go to the library. Harry started to get up and leave when "Mr. Potter Dumbledore ask that you stay down here for a little after dinner," announced Mcgonagall. Harry had a bad feeling this was going to be one of those serious talks. Ron and Hermoine gave Harry a sympathetic look as they left to go up stairs. A few minuets latter Dumbledore entered the kitchen and everybody started to clear out.

Dumbledore took a seat next to Harry and was about to say something when he seemed to be searching for the right words. "Harry I need to speak with you about the incident that happened earlier this week."