The next day, Sunday, Harry woke up screaming. This time, though, it wasn't about his parents.

Flashes of red light sped past his face, and Harry ducked in time to avoid being hit by a ill-directed curse. He heard the voice of his godfather, and, as if slow motion, turned to face him.

"Come on, you can do better than that!" Sirius yelled, ducking Bellatrix's jet of red light.

The second jet of light hit him squarely in the chest.

The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock as he stumbled backwards, away from his attacker, who was his very own cousin. His own cousin that was bent on either having Sirius join their ranks, or killing the blood-traitor.

It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall. His body curved into a graceful arc as he fell backward through the ragged veil hanging from the arch...

"SIRIUS!" Harry screamed over Bellatrix's triumphant laughter. "SIRIUS!" He started for the veil, but Lupin grabbed him around the chest, holding him back.

"There nothing you can do Harry-"

"Get him, he's only just gone through!"

"It's too late, Harry-"

"We can still reach him-" gasped Harry, struggling against Lupin's grasp, but Lupin held fast, refusing to let Harry literally attempt suicide.

"There's nothing we can do, Harry... nothing... He's gone." Lupin's voice echoed around him, and Harry realized the chamber was empty except for him and Lupin... but suddenly, red eyes filled his vision...

Pain shot through him like never before, and Harry screamed. The pain stopped, and Harry saw his godfather, no more than a skeleton, grinning at him...

"HARRY!" This time, it wasn't Ron's voice that roused him. It was Sirius's.

Harry's eyes burst open, looking into Sirius's concerned face. This just caused him to yell even more, after seeing his death repeated in his head.

Sirius looked helplessly over at Ron, who joined him in trying to calm down Harry, who was sweating horribly and still screaming.

"Harry, it was just a dream... it'll be okay..." Ron said, trying to stop Harry from screaming.

"Ron... it was about what happened... at the end of last year," Harry gasped, casting a slightly wary look over at Sirius.

A look of understanding appeared in Ron's eyes as Harry shakily changed out of his pajamas and into jeans, despite it being five-thirty in the morning. Just as he walked out the door, Ron, confused, asked, "Where're you going?"

"I need to be alone," Harry stated simply.

X

One of Harry's favorite places to go when he needed a good, long think was the Owlery.

Upon his entrance, Hedwig fluttered down to him, perching on the windowsill and holding out her leg. Harry wearily smiled. "I don't have a letter for you today, girl," he said, his voice a croak.

Hedwig ruffled her feathers importantly, nipped Harry's finger affectionately, and her amber eyes gazed at him, sympathy held within their depths.

"You are one amazing owl, Hedwig," he said, smiling again and stroking her white head.

Hedwig nuzzled his hand, before taking flight and soaring out of the Owlery.

Alone, except for the company of hundreds of owls, Harry slid down onto a relatively clean section of the floor and lost himself within his thoughts.

X

Several hours later, Harry was awoken from his stupor by a sneering Draco Malfoy.

Easily, Harry stood up and brushed by him, but not before Malfoy called out to him, and said something that made his blood run cold.

"I know who they are, Potter. He will kill them," Malfoy hissed venomously. Harry whipped out his wand and spun around, his face contorted in rage.

"Shut up," Harry growled, his voice dripping with menace.

Malfoy just sneered and sent off his eagle owl. "You just wait, Potter." With that, Malfoy swept past him, leaving a miserable Harry in his wake.

X

"It's noon now," Sirius said, exasperated. "How much alone time can one kid need?"

"Oh, you don't know Harry," Ron said darkly. Sirius, Remus, James, and Ron were in the common room, skipping going outside to enjoy the nice weather to wait up for Harry.

Suddenly, the common room portrait swung open, and Harry stepped inside of the common room. He was looked even more pale and worried than he usually did, and there were shadows under his eyes from his fitful sleep.

Not uttering a word to them, Harry took a chair near a shadowy corner and fell completely silent. Sirius cast a wary glance at Ron, who looked concerned.

"Harry?... Anything you want to talk about?" asked Ron- he could tell Harry had something on his mind.

Harry just shook his head, closing his emerald eyes. Ron had noticed a severe lack of sparkle in Harry's eyes- sparkle that used to be constant. Until that bloody Voldemort returned. Harry's physical well-being had been on the decline since then.

James arched a dark eyebrow, looking a tad confused. Naturally, James couldn't understand why anybody could be so upset at this time in their lives. James was just a happy fellow- nothing brought him down. Harry was the exact opposite. Harry had had such little happiness in his sixteen years that he was naturally an unhappy teen, and there was nothing to it.

Finally, James spoke up. "Harry... you're hiding something... what is it?"

Suddenly, Harry couldn't take it. "Why the hell do you want to know? Why the hell can't you stay out of my life?" Harry snapped, sounding unreasonable. After all, the information he had recieved was regarding Sirius, James and Remus- why wouldn't he tell it to them? Harry didn't know. What he did know is that he wanted to be alone. He thought, while up in the Owlery, that he needed company- but now he was aching to go back up there and curl up into a little ball and go through the miserable facts in his life.

But he couldn't do that. That would make everyone around him, including himself, unhappier, and it would snowball from there.

James looked highly affronted. "Because we care," he snapped back.

Harry had an angry gleam in his eyes, but it faded. "Do you?" Harry asked softly. Before they could reply, Harry had stood up and left to Merlin-knew-where.

James scowled after him, but felt it slipping off his face. "What is with that guy?" James asked, turning to Ron for answers.

"Well, ever since his-" Ron cast a glance at Sirius- "death, Harry hasn't really been the same. He has no parents, and lost his godparent. He doesn't realize that he was the only one affected by Sirius's death. But I don't think that's it. Harry hasn't told me about anything else, but I don't think that's all."

The truth was, Harry didn't tell neither Ron nor Hermione about the prophecy predicting his future, saying that he was going to kill or be killed, saying that that was the only way to win this war.

I know, a sad chapter- without much event, really. I'm losing my touch. Really...

A note: As you can see, that isn't the exact wording (the dream) from J.K.R.'s book. But, for copyright purposes, I couldn't exactly put the exact words- that's called plagarism. I also added a bit to make it more like a nightmare than just a memory, unlike the last dream Harry had.

I promise you, the reader, that I will make the next chapter A) more eventful and B) happier.

The next chapter should be out within the next couple of days, as I am considering starting another fic. That one, however, will not involve time travel as my others (excluding my one-shot "You Saved Me From Myself", which is a pretty interesting but overused story) but will involve Harry's sixth year and his ongoing struggled with Lord Voldemort, and his new struggle dealing with Sirius's death. But, Remus is also presented in the story, with his feelings on the final Marauder's death.

Look for it in the next couple of days. As you are reading this, I am starting the first chapter. Should be an interesting story, I hope. But I guess you, the reader, are the judge of that.

Enough of my babble. I better get this posted before a storm knocks out my power.