'Why Harry? Why do you always have to play the hero?'

'I'm sorry Sirius. I'm sorry!'

'Hahahahahahahaahaha…'

'NO!!!!!'

A new voice could be heard, not that of his godfather Sirius'.

'Harry? Harry!'

'What's wrong with him?'

'Who knows it could be anything when Potter's concerned'

'Harry, wake up!'

Everything seemed to be working slowly. What had happened? Where am I again? Harry thought.

'Harry! Can you hear me?'

What's that noise? It sounds like someone familiar, but who is it?

'Maybe we should take him as he is? What do you think?'

There was a pause.

'Remus?'

'I-I don't know. Maybe.'

'Well we can't stand here all night…'

'Sssh! I think he's waking up.'

Remus… I know that name. Suddenly everything began to come back to him. Sirius…the prophecy… the headline in the Prophet… the vision… Lucius Malfoy bowing down to him… Voldemort telling him to find out about the prophecy…

Harry snapped his eyes open. He was awake.

He was lying on the floor in the middle of his bedroom of number four Privet Drive. His head was pounding and his body was shaking from chills. His body covered in sweat and his mouth tasting of sick… he deduced what had happened.

'Harry, thank god! Are you alright?' It was Lupin.

'Y-yeah, I'm ok.

'What happened?' This time it was Tonks.

'Voldemort' Was all he could manage.

The crowd that had gathered around him seemed to take a collective gasp.

Moody stepped forward holding out a gnarled hand to Harry. He pulled him up right and set him on his feet. Harry swayed.

'Um, maybe you'll be better off sitting Harry.'

Harry didn't complain, he felt awful.

'What are you doing here anyway?' he finally managed, whilst being led over to his bed by Moody.

'To collect you of course.' Replied Lupin looking concernedly at Harry.

Harry gaped at his alarm clock, it read 00:12. Just how long had he been unconscious?

'We'll have to talk about this later Harry, we need to get back to Grimmauld Place, we're behind schedule as it is. Molly'll be doing her nut! Do you have all your things packed?' Lupin asked.

'Um, yeah. Yeah there over there by the door.'

'Okay, we'll take your things Harry. Here's the portkey,' replied Lupin brandishing an old looking mirror, with the same concerned look as before.

Harry looked at the mirror. It reminded him of the mirror Sirius had given him last year to talk to him whenever he needed to. If only he had thought to use the mirror to contact Sirius before he left for the Ministry of Magic, Sirius would still be alive today. As Harry stared at the mirror and these thoughts washed over him he had to turn away from Lupin to hide the tears in his eyes that threatened to fall.

Thankfully, Lupin was busy writing a letter to the Dursley's that he didn't see Harry wipe his eyes on his sleeve.

'Right. Ready to go yet?' Moody asked Harry. Harry nodded then turned to Lupin who was sealing the envelope of the letter.

'Ready when you are, Moody.'

They crowded around the mirror that Lupin held out to them all. Tonks was carrying Hedwig's shrunken cage, whilst Moody held onto Harry's trunk while Lupin gripped Harry's Firebolt. Harry felt the tears well up again as he out stretched his hand and placed a finger on the mirror, but he fought them back as he felt the now familiar pull behind his navel. He was going back.

Harry landed in a heap on the floor. The portkey had taken the energy that he had mustered earlier out of him as quickly as it came. He looked around, he was in the hallway of Grimmauld Place, it looked the same as before, even Mrs Black's portrait still hung behind its set of curtains, something Harry thought would have been gone by now, but apparently not.

Suddenly the kitchen doors sung open and Mrs Weasley erupted from them her hands on her hips, 'Where have you been?! I've been worried sick…'

She looked down at Harry on the floor.

'Harry? What's wrong? You look awful! What happened?'

Lupin helped Harry to his feet. He was swaying again, and so he headed toward the staircase to sit on one of the steps. Lupin watched him then turned to face Mrs Weasley.

'It's ok Molly. Harry's ok.' He answered weakly, his face didn't seem very convincing either.

'Well he doesn't look ok Remus! He looks absolutely exhausted! What on earth happened?! Was it those Muggles? Because if it was…'

Lupin held up his hand to Mrs Weasley to stop her rant. 'No Molly. It wasn't the Dursley's. It was Voldemort, we think he had another vision.'

Lupin seemed to give Mrs Weasley a pointed look, who kept turning between the slouching form of Harry on the stairs to Lupin who stood in front of her. A look of realisation dawned upon her face before she motioned Harry to follow her into the kitchen, while the others took Harry's things and placed them in his room upstairs.

'Give me Harry's broom Remus, I'll take it up for him. You go see how he is,' said Tonks before heading up the staircase. Lupin nodded his thanks before turning to the kitchen.

Lupin seemed to let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding before entering the kitchen. Harry was sat to the table drinking some kind of potion that Lupin supposed was to help him feel better, but he realised that it was in fact one of Mrs Weasley's 'special potions' as Harry fell asleep not five minutes later.

'Molly, what did you give him?' inquired Remus.

'Oh just some sleeping draught, I thought he could do with a decent night's sleep. Why don't you take Harry upstairs while I make us some tea?' Mrs Weasley asked.

'Yes, ok.' Lupin pointed his wand at Harry and said 'Mobilicorpus' Harry's body levitated in mid-air while Lupin carefully guided him out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his room. He looked around, Ron had taken the bed on the left and was snoring loudly. Lupin continued to guide Harry over to the bed where he pulled back the covers before gently lowering him onto the bed.

He placed his wand in his inside pocket and then pulled the covers over Harry. He looked down at him with something like sympathy in his eyes, perhaps it was just sadness?

He removed Harry's glasses and placed them on the bedside table before closing the door on his way out.

When Lupin reached the kitchen again, Molly had already made the tea and was sat waiting for him at the table, her hands wrapped around a steaming mug. She looked up at Remus as he approached the table, tears welling in her eyes.

'What's wrong Molly?' he asked although he thought he already knew the answer.

Molly looked at him, her eyes were red from crying and her face was pale from worry. 'Harry' she replied. 'I'm worried about him.'

'We all are Molly. We all are.' He said the last part to himself more than to anyone else.

'What happened Remus? With Harry I mean, today, in Surrey?' she asked inquisitively. Remus took a sip of tea before answering, he wasn't sure himself yet, they would need to hear Harry's account of things first to be sure.

Remus sighed as he thought back to what had happened and began to tell Molly everything.

'We arrived at the Dursley's as planned at midnight, when we reached Harry's room and knocked there was no answer so we went in…' Remus paused as though composing himself for what he was about to say '…when we went inside it was dark, the window was open and we couldn't see or hear anything. Moody switched on the light and that's when we saw…' he seemed to struggle to get the words out as if it was costing him a great effort to continue but he did anyway '…Harry was on the floor, unconscious. He had been sick and he was soaked in cold sweat. We tried to revive him but couldn't so we just had to wait for him to wake up. I didn't want to move him so we waited instead, it took a fair amount of time but eventually he came back to us…' at this point Remus took another swig of tea.

'…When he woke up he was a little dazed, he didn't realise why we were there or what the time was or anything and when he stood up he almost fell over again, so Moody sat him on his bed while we got his things together and I left a note for the Dursley's.'

Molly was silently crying unawares that her tea was probably cold by now. They sat for a while in silence just mulling over everything that had happened, before finally retiring to their rooms an hour later.

'Harry! Hey Harry! Why didn't you wake me up when you got here?'

Harry opened his eyes blearily. Someone had removed his glasses. He fumbled along the nightstand before finding them and pushing them up the bridge of his nose. He turned to see who was making all the fuss, it was Ron.

'Hey. What time is it?' he asked sleepily. He was so tired he thought he could have slept for a week.

'Um, 7:30', answered Ron looking at his alarm clock. 'So what d'you wanna do first? I've got a new chess set, Fred and George brought it for me, with some of the money they've made on the shop. Oh you have to see the shop Harry! It's amazing! They've got all these new inventions of theirs. There's Weasley's Wopping Wiglets, these wigs that you put on that take on any haircut or colour you want! There's also these new fireworks they've been working on that you can make write things in the air, say your name or some sort of message and it writes it in all these different colours. Then there's some more Skiving Snackboxes that they've perfected so now they've got one that makes you projectile vomit and another one that makes you have diaroh-…'

Ron looked over to Harry, he had fallen asleep again. Ron sighed and left the room, he would have to catch up with Harry later on.

Ron entered the kitchen to find his mother already hard at work, slogging over the stove preparing breakfast for everyone. 'Morning Mum.'

Mrs Weasley turned around. 'Oh morning dear. Breakfast should be ready in a moment.' She returned to the stove where the smell of bacon was wafting from.

'Morning Mrs Weasley, Ron.' It was Hermione. Her hair looked wild. Ringlets were shooting out all over the place and then falling limply down her back. She was wearing her dressing gown an overly large navy blue one with matching slippers.

'Morning dear', called Mrs Weasley from the stove as Hermione took a seat next to Ron at the kitchen table.

'Have you spoken to Harry yet?' Hermione asked whilst pouring herself a glass of juice.

'Kind of.' Hermione shot Ron a quizzical look. 'Well, I tried to tell him about Fred and George's shop but he fell asleep!' he sounded as if the mere idea of falling asleep whist the conversation was about 'Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes' was outrageous.

Hermione snorted into her drink. Ron looked a her as if to say 'what?' to which Hermione rolled her eyes. 'Ron, you can hardly blame Harry for falling asleep when all your talking about is your brothers' joke shop!'

'What?! Harry usually loves hearing about things like that, you know, 'normal' things.' Ron replied dropping his voice to a mere whisper as Mrs Weasley placed a plate full of bacon rashers and fried tomatoes and bread onto the table.

Hermione sighed. 'Well, maybe Harry's just tired, let him rest, and we'll talk to him later ok?'

'Ok, but he better not fall asleep again!' Ron retorted. Hermione rolled her eyes.

Meanwhile, Harry was anything but sleeping peacefully…

'Why Harry? Why do you always have to play the hero?'

'I'm sorry Sirius. I'm sorry!'

'Hahahahahahahaha!'

'NO!!!'

Harry awoke from the dream that continued to haunt him, his scar prickling all the time.

There was a knock at the door. 'Harry?'

'C-Come in.' he asked uncertainly, not knowing if they had heard him yell out in his sleep.

It was Mrs Weasley. 'I just wondered if you'd like some breakfast, Harry.'

'Yes please.' He thought he should be polite seeing as she had taken the time and effort to bring it up to him in bed and all, even if he didn't feel like eating, just yet.

To his surprise Mrs Weasley wasn't leaving, she seemed to be looking at Harry strangely and Harry didn't feel entirely comfortable whilst he was still in bed.

'Er…' not really knowing what to say, Harry hoped that Mrs Weasley would say something.

'Oh, I'm sorry dear. Went into a bit of a day-dream', answered Mrs Weasley. 'Well, bring your plate down with you when your done and then I'm sure you'll be wanting to see Ron and Hermione,' she smiled to Harry before closing the door behind her.

Harry decided that he might as well eat his breakfast as it would only arouse suspicion if the others noticed that he wasn't eating properly, and with that he began to dig in.

Outside his door Mrs Weasley was taking deep calming breaths. She had almost broke down in front of Harry! She could never let him see how scared she was for him because then he would be scared too, and that isn't the way that wars' are won.

Luckily at that moment she heard a loud bang and then a crash before Mrs Black's yells could be heard, giving her something to focus on away from the inevitable battle that was to come.

A/N: Hey guys! Thanks to those who reviewed! You guys rock! Hope you liked this chapter too and i'll update again tomorrow probably :D Sam.