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Chapter Three

Admitting to the Truth

The phone rang next to the bed, and Harry groaned as he rolled over, knocking Ron onto the floor. Ron was awake in a second. "What's happening? Where are the spiders?" he asked frantically searching the room.

Hermione came in from the next room with her hair wet, and a fresh pair of clothes on. "That was only my parents calling to wake us up so they don't have to be in an immediate line of fire."

Harry thought for a moment, weighing in his mind whether or not to tell Hermione and Ron about his dream. He eventually decided against it. After all, it was only a dream. Still there was an egging thought in the back of his mind that it was all real. So, without even realizing what he was doing, Harry picked up the dreamcatcher to put around his neck, and underneath his outer muggle shirt.

It was a beautiful dreamcatcher. It had three miniature eagle feathers dangling from a fairly well sized golden ring entwined with a very deep green ribbon. The mesh net inside was a dye of a red and purple, and it looked to be worth every galleon Ron had spent on it.

Their day plan consisted of a quick tour of a couple of pueblos, and then to head off for Arizona. Harry found it difficult to concentrate on anything but his eyelids, and when asked about it, he only waved it off as jet lag, but slowly he began to believe that his dream had been real.

After lunch in a little town that wasn't on the map, Harry had made up his mind to tell Ron and Hermione. Even if they thought he was crazy, he just had to tell them to get it off of his chest. He just didn't know how he was going to do it.

Trust them Harry, a voice said.

"Sorry?" Harry asked aloud. Everyone looked at him quizitively. He had been staring out the window, and suddenly just jumped into the conversation.

"No one had addressed you mate," Ron said. "You must be hearing things."

You are Harry, the voice said again.

Harry thought for a minute. Whose voice is that?

It's mum honey, Lily said.

Oh. So I am hearing things?

Harry heard light laughter in his head. I guess you could think of it that way. I'll help you convince them. Listen to my idea.

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When they got to their planned hotel, Harry pulled Ron and Hermione aside. "There's something I need to show you two," he said quietly. Ron and Hermione were intrigued instantly. "After my parent's are asleep," Hermione said.

So, after a couple episodes of a comedy show called MASH, Hermione snuck out of her parent's room, and into theirs. Ron was pacing back and forth, and Harry was staring at the ceiling while lying on his bed when she came in.

"Allright Harry. What's up?"

"Yeah, what gives mate?" Ron asked.

"It's kinda complicated. But you remember that dreamcatcher that you bought me the other day Ron?"

"Yeah," he said thoughtfully.

"Well, I put it over my bed last night, and when I went to sleep, I didn't."

Ron looked at him as though he had just been smacked in the face with a board; completely dumbfounded. Hermione looked up toward the ceiling, thinking over what Harry had just said. "Go on," she prompted.

"When I finally relaxed enough to sleep, I found myself in a place called the Circle of Souls. I found a piece of parchment on a marble table, and I was able to talk to Sirius and my mom."

"What?!" Ron and Hermione both said in unison.

"Somehow, there's magic in this dreamcatcher," Harry said pulling it out for them to see. "And I'm able to talk to the dead with it."

"Wow," was all Ron was able to say. Hermione looked at him as though she had just seen a ghost.

"Look. I know it's a lot for you both to take in right now, but I need support from the living as well as the dead. So, what do you say? Will you be there for me?" Harry was almost afraid that they might answer no.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other guiltily. "Before we give you an answer, there's something that we need to tell you."

A/N: We're ending it here so the main typer of the two of us can still have their fingers. Plz review.