Discalimer: I forgot to write this on the last chapter, so incase you didn't know, HarryPotter does not belong to me.

A.N Well I bought my boyfriend the most random gift ever, but oh well, I'm back and ready to type lots of chapters for you! Happy Reading!

Dreams and Disasters

Harry was standing face to face with the same old elaborate archway with the ancient veil floating in between the posts. The room around Harry was empty and silent. Except for the small whispers on the other side of the veil. Harry stepped up onto the platform. His ear was an inch away from the material. It was cold. "Harry- please Harry- please – help me-"

"Harry I need your help!" Harry opened his eyes and sat up bolt right in shock. Cold sweat trickled down his face and his scar was burning viciously. Ron was stood by his bed but looked shocked and concerned. "Are you alright?" he asked worriedly. Harry waited for his breathing to return to normal and nodded. "I'm fine." Ron sat on Harry's bed and eyed him suspiciously.

"Was it another dream?" he asked seriously. Harry shook his head.

"No not that sort of dream, it was- was just a nightmare" his voice was shaky and Harry found himself breathing fast again.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and dug his knuckles over his scar to dull the pain. Why was it burning again? Was Voldemort sending this vision? Harry found that his scar had stopped hurting as often, but he still found himself feeling emotions unattached to his circumstances. Voldemort was still definitely alive and he will always be alive until Harry kills him.

"I'll get mum-" Ron said as he dashed out of the room. Harry felt too weak to disagree. He collapsed onto his back again and layed there staring at the ceiling. Someone on the other side of that veil needed him. It was Sirius, Harry was sure of it. Although the whisper did not sound like Sirius, it was a hollow sound, almost like an echo. Perhaps that's what the voice of death sounds like. Harry didn't know. He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly.

A few moments passed until Harry heard a few people dashing up the stairs. "Harry?" that was definately Mrs Weasley's voice, thought Harry. She sounded worried.

"Harry dear-" her voice was closer now, perhaps she was standing by his bed. Harry opened his eyes and tried to sit up, but Mrs Weasley gently but forcefully pushed him back. "Now, you stay still a minute and tell me what happend" She said quickly and firmly. Mr Weasley was at her side. Harry looked around and saw Ron and Hermione stood hand in hand at the foot of his bed. Did they have to hold hands all the time! Harry thought angrily. He forced himself to look back at Mrs Weasley.

"It was nothing, just - just a nightmare" Harry said weakly. He wished that they wouldn't look at him like that, like he was a broken spirit. "I'm fine" Harry protested again. "Now Harry, don't lie to us. You must tell us what you saw. Ron told us your scar was burning red" Mr Weasley said as he knelt down at Harry's side. Harry looked at Ron, who blushed and looked down, mumbling that it wasn't that red. Harry scowled. Why wouldn't everyone just leave him alone?

"I saw, the veil again alright?" Harry said bluntly. Mrs Weasley gasped and Harry could see Ron wrap his arm around Hermione out of the corner of his eye. "I heard whispers- voices-" Harry began. Mr Weasley put up a hand to stop Harry from talking.

"He's right Molly, it was just a nightmare." he said to Mrs Weasley who was stroking Harry's hair and striaghtening his glasses. Mr Weasley stood up. "You have witnessed a death of a loved one, and it is only natural to have dreams like this"he said slowly. Harry looked down angrily. How dare he say normal. Harry wasn't normal, he wasn't like anyone else. Did anyone else have a dirty scar on their forehead that burned everytime Voldemort sent him his emotions. Did anyone else have to kill Voldemort? Could anyone else speak to snakes? No Harry was a freak. Mr Dursley was right. Harry didn't belong anywhere.

"I'll bring up some sandwhiches, I think you should rest Harry" Mrs Weasley said as she stood up and turned to walk away. Mr Weasley followed.

"Don't talk to him too long" Mrs Weasley added to Ron and Hermione. "He needs his rest" and with that Mr and Mrs Weasley left the room. Harry sat up slowly and looked at Ron and Hermione, they were looking at him nervously. "It's - It's hard isn't it Harry?" Hermione said timidly as she broke away from Ron and walked to Harry's side. Ron followed.

Tears stung Harry's eyes and a burning sensation crept up from his stomach to his addams apple. He looked up and willed himself not to cry in front of Ron. Hermione held Harry's hand and Ron sat on the side of the bed. "Why is -" Harry began croakily. "That everyone close to me has to die?" Ron and Hermione looked at eachother lost for words. "Am I supposed to end up alone?".

"Your not alone though, Harry" Ron, Hermione and Harry looked up. Harry's heart stopped, there stood Ginny in the doorway.

A.N whoops another cliffehanger. Dont worry will update soon. Dont forget to review!