DISCLAIMER: I don't own the whole Harry Potter storyish thing, but I do own the plot- so NO STICKEH PAWS!

James, Sirius, and Harry arrived at dinner moments before Ron, who came with Dean and Seamus from Charms, and Hermione and Remus, who had been out with Professor Sprout for Herbology.

The six became engrossed in a lively conversation about who was trying out for the positions, and even Hermione was taking part. Until an owl hit Ron in the head- an official looking owl, a school owl, Harry realized.

It marched up to Harry, ruffling it's feathers importantly and sticking out it's leg, offering Harry a letter. Ripping open the envelope, Harry read the letter:

Harry, James, Sirius, and Remus-

Please meet me in my office at 8:30 tonight.

-Professor Dumbledore

Harry passed the letter around to the other five, who looked at it curiously.

"What do you suppose he wants?" Ron asked the others, bemused.

X

At quarter after eight, Harry, Sirius, James, and Remus left the common room, heading up to Professor Dumbledore's office.

"Come in," said Dumbledore when Harry knocked on his door. Pushing the door open, the four slipped inside. Dumbledore was at his desk, writing on a piece of parchment.

"Have a seat," Dumbledore said, swishing his wand. Four poofy crimson armchairs appeared, and each student gingerly sat in them. Remus brushed a hand through his sandy hair, looking nervous.

"Nothing to be worried about, Mr. Lupin," Dumbledore said calmly. "I just wanted a word with you four about Professor Snape."

"What about him?" James asked agressively.

"James, it was you I wanted to talk to in particular. Professor Snape is on our side, and I want you to understand that he isn't a true Death Eater, but a double-agent. He is risking his life for our side. Also, I want to point out that he is the teacher, and you are the student. Treat him with respect, and he'll leave you, and Harry, be. That is all."

The four nodded. Once they had closed the office door and descended the spiraling stairs, Sirius spoke. "D'you really believe he isn't a Death Eater?"

James shook his head and began to speak, but Harry cut him off. "Look, Snape saved my life last year. He may hate us... but he's on our side."

James fell silent, as did Sirius.

X

At ten o'clock that night, the five students residing in Harry's dormitory decided to turn in.

By half after ten, the room was filled with the snores of Ron and Sirius, and the deep breathing of James and Remus.

Harry finally fell asleep at quarter till, and began to dream.

A quiet little house resided on a quiet street in the suburbs of a wizardring community. Within, a happy family, with a husband, a wife, and an infant son, sat in the living room companionably.

Suddenly, the quiet was disturbed. A tall, cloaked figure was walking down the street, his red eyes, his awful red eyes, glowing menacingly in the dark. His snake like face wasn't visible underneath the dark hood of his cloak.

Pulling out his wand, he reached Godric's Hollow. Standing calmly, he blasted open the door.

The woman screamed, filling the night. The man yelled, "TAKE HARRY AND RUN!"

The woman needed nothing else. She ran, with her infant son sobbing in her arms, up the stairs. The tall man started after her, but was blocked off by her husband, a man with untidy jet-black hair.

The two men began to duel. Three minutes later, the dark-haired man lay dead at the other's feet. Laughing fiendishly, the man ascended the stairs, holding his wand at his side. When he reached the top of the stairs, he sensed that the woman was in a room off the left side. Blasting open the door, he stepped into young Harry's nursery.

"No! Don't kill Harry, please, kill me instead," sobbed the woman, who had dark red hair. Harry was crying in his crib.

"Move aside you silly girl," hissed the tall man.

"No, please-" A cry filled the night as the woman was murdered.

Turning his wand on the child, the man sneered. "Good-bye, Harry Potter." Screaming filled the night...

Harry sat up in bed, Ron shaking him. James, Sirius, and Remus still were in bed, but were awake. Harry found that the screams were his own.

"Mate! What's wrong?" Ron asked, his voice full of concern. "Is somebody hurt? Is something wrong?" he asked, biting his bottom lip.

Harry was covered in sweat. Burying his face in his hands, he told Ron what he had dreamed about, unaware that James, Sirius, and Remus lay awake, wondering what was wrong and staring at the ceiling in awe when Harry recounted his dream.

"It was what I heard when the dementors got to close to me, now I saw it," Harry finished, shaking horribly.

"I'm sorry, Harry," Ron said quietly, not sure what else to say.

Harry climbed out of bed, not responding to Ron, and stumbled off to the bathroom. The sounds of retching were the only thing that broke the silence, until-

"So that's how I died?" James had gotten out of bed. "That is how I died?"

Ron nodded, looking rather shaky himself. He climbed back into bed.

James followed suit, staring at the ceiling, until the sounds of retching stopped and he heard Harry make his way back to his bed.

TBC...

This chapter was shorter than the others, I know. It's a bit of a filler chapter, if you know what I mean.