I'm sorry its taken such a long time to update but it's the best that I could do considering I've been so busy. I was gonna quit, but thanks to Anna Banana Boat I'll keep writing. But I'd like 5 reviews before the next chapter…please?
Once again, Sirius Black grinned widely as he was just playing not even fighting Bellatrix Lestrange. Harry stood there immobilized yet again as Sirius was knocked through the veil by a piercing red blast igniting the whole room in its shimmers. Harry screamed and yelled as Lupin told him his mentor was dead yet again. And once again Harry had to believe him but he did as he had seen this happen over and over. But some part of him still didn't want to believe his godfather was dead, that this dream meant something. Please Sirius, just come through the other side, please.
"Ha-Harry," Harry whizzed around to hear the rough whisper of his godfather. "Over here, Harry!" Harry rotated his head to the veil but he knew what would be there, nothing.
"SIRIUS? SIRIUS?" Harry sighed one more time as he heard no reply.
"Harry I am not gone. I am beyond veil, it is...it is terrible, it is worse than a dementor's kiss… Come and get me... Please... Harry you can't understand what it is…" Sirius' voice swallowed up yet again and everything began to swirl rapidly and Harry's eyes popped open, sweat trickling down his face.
Harry sat up in his bed and looked to his left to see Ron droopy eyed also sitting up. He turned to Harry and said "Finally, we slept in really late, we should get up and have breakfast. What do you say mate?"
"Whatever, let's go." They walked downstairs and into the kitchen to see Hermione (hunched over her year seven textbook), Mrs. Weasley, and Ginny eating breakfast. Speaking of Hermione, Harry had had a good talk with her the night before but he was a little disappointed. Hermione had said it was just a dream and Harry needed to move on. Except she obviously wasn't that cold, she was really warm, and that's what made it a good talk. Harry also had considered that maybe she just didn't want Harry to get hurt…
"Harry, HARRY!" Sounded Ginny.
"Wha, what?"
"Mom just left, she left your breakfast on the counter."
"Oh, right. Why did she leave?"
"She said it had to do with Dumbledore, she also said we have to work on the northern rooms of the house."
"You really were dazing off mate," Said Ron. Harry began blushing madly, but no one asked why which was good because he didn't want anyone to feel offended that he only told Hermione about the dreams.
They began cleaning for a long time, and then they heard the front doors slam open and closed. They ran to the door, past the portrait of Mrs. Black screaming, and they saw three pairs of puffy red eyes and one pair that stared into mid air. Mundungus was dead. Harry, Hermione, and all of the Weasley children were horror stricken, looking at the limp body being carried by Tonks and Mr. Weasley.
Mr. Weasley stepped up, "There was an attack by the death eaters on the ministry, many were killed. We need to hide." Harry closed his eyes, tears brimming on his eyelashes, letting it all sink in.