Warnings: This chapter is open to the general public, no warnings.

Spoilers: No spoilers for this chapter is introducing one of my characters, hope you like her, and there is a little surprise about one of JK's characters.

Author's note: Hey everyone sorry about the none update last week but I've been having so many technical difficulties with this computer of mine so if I don't update in long periods of time, hopefully no more than two weeks, it is due to my computer problems. Since I missed a week I will be updating two chapters this weekend, so this is one of them and the next will be posted on Sunday, because I don't know if I'll have time to type it up on Saturday. I hate it when my fav authors don't update in so long and than they have small chapters, so here ya go. I hope you all like it, and please review. There is also a small note about one of term I use at the bottom of this chapter.

Chapter Three: An Orb of Light

The red rose closed its petals as it bobbed up and down having been plopped into the cool liquid. The small rose watched as the young wizard looked up at the indigo sky. His eyes fixing on the twinkles of light scattered in a cosmic pattern decorating the dark terrain, they looked like Angels' eyes as they winked at him from above. The muscles of his lean body rippled as he casually positioned himself against the window frame. With the simple adjustment of his form the moonlight graced over his bare chest making the hard muscle so easily visible. He gazed up above him, head titling upwards and then he saw one, a shooting star. His emerald green eyes hid behind his closed eyelids, forehead furrowed with concentration as every bit of hope that he still held in his aching body went to the wish he so desperately wanted to come true.

The rose trying to still it's bouncing, watched as Harry pushed away from the window frame, gave one last hopeful glance up at the stars, and than walked numbly to his unmade bed. A sigh came from his lips as his body made contact with the cool bed sheets. He stretched; working his muscles, trying to get out as many knots through his soreness, but he gave up in his effort a few seconds afterwards. Suppressing a grumble Harry turned pulled the sheets closer and tried to drift off to sleep, a task easier said than done. The restless squirming told the rose that he was already sliding in the realm of sleep but he had no idea that he was already in his dream.

The rose gave a strong bop and it lifted up breaking the surface of the water. Still floating upwards, three droplets of water escaped the rose's petals and dropped back into the cup making ripples of their own, the waves giving a slight humm.

The wind breezed in, and the sealed up rose blossomed once more, unfolding its crimson colored petals; as it did so the moon's rays hit the damp rose and the deep red color seeped into a pink shade, forming into a light pink tint, and then becoming bone white. The petals grew until they draped like silk, and from the silky interior came the body of a young lady.

Her Roman Stola flowing, the borders of the gown were a pale blue tint matching the moon's rays, and silver seemed to glint off from the swaying fabric. A matching cape covered her shoulders falling a slight inch past her feet. The cape was a plain white that matched her gown, except for the small of the back, which was decorated by a red and gold emblem. The hood covered her head, shadowing many of her features except for her red lips. Her dark hair flowed past her shoulders in soft spirals covering her torso. The only hint of the deep red rose was in the highlights of her hair, they were as a fiery red much like an angry flame; gold strands accented its fury. There was also a crimson rose amulet that hung from her neck, and the brooches that were clasped at her shoulders.

Her still floating body lowered onto the clustered floor. She examined the room before her olive skin hands lowering her hood. "Hmm," her eyes came back to Harry and her eyes expressing her worry. His face was contorted as if pained by a dream.

A hooting came from outside, and Hedwig flew onto the young woman's shoulder. She hooted again at Harry. "Yes Hedwig I know. I think he could us our help."

The girl's pearl white sandals moved across Harry's messy floor, dust etching the sides of her sandal, "My room isn't any better." Her voice was amused, as she diverted from toppling over a few stacks of books, and stepping over homework. "He is going to need those later."

Hedwig hooted an apology.

"Oh now none of that, it's normal for both muggle and magical kind to have a messy room." She said matter-of-factly. As she took a seat beside Harry's squirming body. The bed sunk under her added weight, and as it sank she saw Harry slip into a nightmare. Her eyes transfixed on his face as it displayed the emotions of confusion, fear, sadness, anger, pride, frustration and stubbornness.

"Do you think that I'd be pushing my luck with the council if I help him come out of this nightmare?" She asked the bird stilled perched on her shoulder.

The bird fluttered off of her shoulder and flew onto the floor. As the bird's feet made contact with the hard surface, amber light glowed from the watchful eyes, and she shape-shifted into the body of a woman. Her hair the color of day clouds, her robes the same white as winter snow, the touch of amber stones sequenced onto the fabric bore the symbol of a wizard's campaign. Standing up, from her squatting position she answered, "I think that you should do your duty, my Lady."

The girl smiled her eyes never leaving Harry's tormented face.

"But that does not mean that you can over-step your boundaries." Hedwig warned.

"Who said anything about overstepping?" The smile faded, her voice innocent, she did not think that her helping was to be for selfish reason, and so therefore she was not overstepping any of the laws set before her, that protected her and Harry.

She was about to draw her hands closer to Harry's face when he started to choke, his body giving sudden heaves, jerking from side to side trying to fight for air and his life. The sudden burst of action caused a startled gasp to slip from the girl's tender lips, while it sent Hedwig with a snap back into the form of the snow-white owl. The owl's eyes were wide as she dropped onto the girl's shoulder. Letting out a breath the girl said, "He's fight something." Her eyes roamed his face concerned. "Something or someone is trying to force something out of him." Looking at the bird she said, "Alright if I get in trouble you'll vouch for me, right?" She had a sudden feel of unease in trying to slip into a dream of a boy so powerful.

Hedwig gave a sharp hoot.

"Oh, you always followed to many rules." The girl shifted again so that she was sitting closer to Harry. His body kept tossing and turning, breathing accelerating, chest rising and falling far to fast to actually be accepting the oxygen being taken in, face drained of color, hands balled up in fists, white knuckles bare.

Her voice became mystical, almost haunting, but giving comfort as she leaned close to Harry's face. She received a sharp sting in her temples as she slipped into the confines of his dreams, and only then did she truly know what was happening. He is here.

Harry, wake-up! Please! This is only a dream. A dream. Harry please wake-up! You have to open your eyes.

She placed her palms on his cold and clammy cheeks, cupping his face. Oh god, she thought horrified as she felt the pain of his inner struggle. She started to caress the cool skin of his face, her mystical voice softening, but still as urgent.

Fight back Harry. Fight back so you can come home. Fight so that he knows that you are not weak.

Light throbbed from within her, and through the connection to Harry it flowed through her veins and into his. The energy provided warmth, comfort, and hope for both of them. His body started to slow in its struggle, the muscles still tight, and his face still so concentrated.

Harry was fighting against him, and Harry was wining. She felt his strength and Voldemort's growing pain. She couldn't help but flinch when her ears heard the piercing scream come from where the form of Voldemort should have been. She pulled closer to Harry.

Harry you're not alone. Never alone. I'm here, I'll help you.

Then Harry's astral body fell, collapsing onto the ground. He shook violently as his chest rose and fell. Throat gasping for air, pain seizing his facial features, not wanting to let go of Harry. She felt the burning in her own throat, and the sharp pain when she breathed. But she never let go of him. One of her hands went to rub his back as he coughed, the muscles so firm, and with so many knots that she knew he couldn't be comfortable at all. His body moved, not his astral body but his real life body. She suppressed a startled scream, but he only moved so that his head lay on her lap. Breathing more easily again she continued to caress his skin, trying to comfort the muscles behind it.

Shh Harry shhh, take your time. Don't rush. Just breath. Breath. I'm here for you, so that you're never alone

Pressing her lips against the dampness of his forehead, she conjured up her magic and she said,

Believe only what you remember.

Wrapping her arms around him, his warmth combining with her own.

Be in peace, Harry.

It came out as a whisper, and she felt him slip into a sleep that would not cause him any more distress.

She let go of him, and placed a hand over his heart checking to see if everything was back to normal. Everything thing was in check, he would be fine, but his guilt would not leave until he confronted it and won, but not in his dreams, and not tonight.

Everything that she had just witnessed she would report to the council, but for now she would let him be, his dreams couldn't get to him anymore for tonight and at the moment they were of bigger concern. Still watching Harry she called to the bird, "Hedwig, please keep him safe, but most importantly…give him comfort when he needs it." Kissing her fingers, she placed it on both of his cheeks, his forehead, and then his heart. That was when she noticed the redness of his neck; the skin seemed irritated by something, though it was already healing. She was about to examine it more closely when the moon's rays gave a melodic hum, making her stand on impulse.

She walked to the window the moon's rays shinning into the room, the night already wishing to accept her. The light of the moon silhouetted her figure, as she stepped into it. Pulling her hood back over her head she turned again to survey the room. "Maybe I can help him out a wee bit more." With a flick of her hand the components of the room shifted and moved. The room was rid of dust, clothes scattered on the floor divided themselves into a pile of clean clothes, and dirty ones. Those that were clean folded themselves up and flew into the open trunk. Books picked themselves up and dove neatly into the trunk, homework stacked together, parchment sliding into folders, scrolls falling into place. Everything danced around the room for mere seconds before the trunk closed with everything inside. The dull thud, made the girl wince and look towards the bed. Harry was still sleeping peacefully.

That having encouraged her, she made a motion with her arm, extending her hand towards the closet, and with a flick, the closet door opened, and the robes inside shuddered golden dust falling from it and they were cleaned, the closet door shut only when finished.

The girl felt the stare from the amber-eyed owl. "It's a trick I learned from my nanny when I was younger and I didn't want to clean my room but my Aunt insisted on making me do so, and here you have it a mastered cleaning technique." She said smiling at the memory. Spotting Hedwig's unkempt cage she said, "That might need some cleaning too." With a hidden wink the bird's cage was cleaned.

"His going to want to be ready as fast as possible tomorrow." The bird's head snapped back onto the girl, having watched her cage be cleaned. "I over meditated and got a glimpse of the plan before brother dearest told me, and don't worry you'll be told at the tween of this night." She looked a bit guilty for having had that sneak peak. "You're sworn into secrecy, promise?" She looked at the bird, and Hedwig gave a little nod.

"Thanks Hedwig." Another hum came from the night sky. "Well I'll be taking my leave." The tingle of the hum radiated onto her body, the ringing in her ears ever present. She took a step towards the window, and her body levitated off the ground as she flew towards the window, her skirts rustling. Before she exited she looked back at Harry and smiled at Hedwig. "Look after him."

The girl beamed with light and formulated into an orb of the same light and was out of the window with a small flash. The silence that followed was only penetrated by the rustling of the bed sheets and Harry's deep breathing.

Moments passed while Hedwig stayed in place listening to Harry's breathing, and then that familiar orb of light came back a pair of dark eyes forming to give a quick wink making the closet door open, the robes fly out, and the trunk open and close taking in the clothing. With one last flash the orb and eyes were gone, leaving only a petal that fell from nowhere and onto the windowsill, the water glowed in the glass cup next to it and was instantly purified.

Hedwig shook her head slightly amused and flew into her cage, after many minutes of watching the dark room. She settled onto her perch and thought, Since she cleaned it, the only right and polite thing to do is use it., but as she ruffled her feather and about ready to…Humm a flash of pale blue light and a newspaper sheet spread itself out on the floor of Hedwig's cage.

A giggle.

Cute, Hedwig hooted.

The tween mentioned is used to mean midnight. Just wanted to mention, cause that might have been confusing. Well hope I didn't make to many grammar mistakes, lol, hate those. And I know a certain few Cough Esther Cough, that will tell me I made mistakes. Lol ;) J/k, no I wasn't, no I'm kidding. Seriously, lol.

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