Harry couldn't take it anymore. He kept running through more and more dark corridors, ending up nowhere. Just running in circles over and over again, or maybe not circles. Maybe this was just one giant maze that never ended. He knew he had to get to something important, but he wasn't exactly sure what. He heard the distant screech of a dragon.
'I'll be sure and steer clear of there.' He thought to himself, turning down a hallway going the opposite direction from where he heard the screech.
All he could see was black, but there was always a white light in the distance, and when it felt like he had finally reached it, it just turned into another endless corridor. He didn't want to be lost in this maze forever, so he ran faster, and faster. His heart pounded against his chest and he felt like he was going to faint, but he had to go on. Something was at the end of this, and he needed to get to it. The white light he'd been chasing this whole time kept getting brighter, and brighter.
A voice beckons Harry, echoing around the walls of the dark hall. "Harry, come on, Harry." He gets closer to the light, almost able to touch it. A silhouette of a man stands in the white light. He's almost there, almost.
"Harry, get up!" Hermione's voice startles him. He jerks awake and looks around. He's in the Hogwart's dorm room and two blurry figures are on either side of him. He grabs his glasses from his nightstand and Hermione and Ron become clear. "Honest, we've been trying to wake you for about half an hour now! Are you coming to breakfast or not?" Harry looks at his watch, and sees it's only seven-thirty.
"Why do I need to go this early? Classes don't start for another three hours." He stubbornly grabs his pillow and pulls it over his head. He hears Hermione growl in frustration and feels her eyes burrowing into him. "And stop giving me a Hermione glare! I'm tired. I'll be down when I want to."
"Harry we need to talk to you about something, too!" Hermione says impatiently. He feels someone shove him a bit, and then Ron finally speaks up.
"You'd better listen to her, mate. She's in one of her moods." Harry slides out from under the pillow and looks up at them both.
"Alright, already! Hermione, out! I need to change." Hermione rolls her eyes and pulls the covers off of Harry. He's wearing a pair of boxers and a wife beater.
"It's not like I haven't seen you like this before. Just throw on a pair of pants, a shirt, and your robes and lets go!" Harry obeys her and they all head down to breakfast. Harry snickers some along the way as Ron and Hermione hold hands and kiss every now and then, still trying to get used to them being a couple.
They all sit around the Gryffindor table; a bowl of cereal immediately appears in front of Harry, who starts munching away. Hermione and Ron sit next to each other and exchange lovey-dovey glances, causing Harry to snicker some more and have milk almost come out of his nose.
"Oh, honestly, Harry! Get over it. Ron and I are together. When are you going to get Ginny back?" Hermione says, placing a hand on her hip in a very Hermione-ish way.
Harry sighs, wishing he could have Ginny back. After breaking up with her last year because of the whole Voldemort thing, she moved on. It seems like him and Ginny had never happened.
"I don't think I want a relationship. I don't think a girl wants to always wonder when Voldemort is going to attack their boyfriend." He starts eating a couple strips of bacon that appeared in front of him.
"Yeah, that wouldn't be very good. What would you do if I had that problem, Hermione?" Ron says, his mouth a little full, which gets a disapproving look from Hermione.
"I don't know. I don't think I could live like that." She looks at Harry, who looks as if all hope is lost. "But, if I was really in love with the person I don't see why not?" Harry can tell this is just an attempt to make him feel better.
"Yeah, guess so." He looks around the lunchroom, sees Snape's empty spot, and then looks at the Slytherin table, and sees Malfoy's usual crew, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy all missing. He wonders if they're all working for Voldemort, or maybe even just Malfoy. Though, their new Headmistress, Professor McGonagall, interrupts his thoughts.
"Harry, may I speak to you for a second?" She grabs him by the arm and drags him into the hallway before he can answer. "I just wanted to say if you need to talk about anything that happened in the past year, then you can always come to me." Harry sighs and kind of zones out, having heard this speech multiple times from people over the summer, including Mr. And Mrs. Weasley, Hermione, Ron (who Harry was sure was put up to it by Hermione), and a couple other teachers. "You listening, Potter?"
"Huh? Yeah. What was that last thing you said?" He blushes a little as she gives him a disapproving look.
"Dumbledore left a couple of his things to you. I have to give you them on certain dates though, it says in his will. The first thing is a letter, but he left it somewhere outside of Hogwarts, and he asked me to have you find it. You'll have to wait until Christmas Break though, okay? It's only a week away, shouldn't cause too much of a trouble for you." Harry takes in all this information.
"Wait, Dumbledore left things to me? Why me? I'm just a student." Professor McGonagall shakes her head.
"Not to him, and not to a lot of people in the wizarding world, Harry. You are very important for the future of us all. For all of the magic and muggle world. Hopefully you'll realize this soon." Harry shrugs not possibly understanding how he can be, except for he's the only one who can supposedly destroy Voldemort, but he doubts that now that someone like Snape killed someone like Dumbledore.
"Alright. But can you tell me why I can't have the letter now?" Professor McGonagall studies him for a second and sighs.
"Can't. It's Dumbledore's wishes from me, and I do not wish to disobey them. You'll find out when the time is right, everything will fall into place. That's what he said." Harry sighs as the new Headmistress walks away.
"I wish I knew sooner rather than later." He shoves his hands in his pockets and walks back into the Great Hall, to join his friends why they finish up their breakfast.