The letter has been on Harry's mind for a while now. Hermione and Ron, don't know why it bothers him so much. So it holds an important key to his future, what doesn't? They usually don't hang around Harry much these days, due to constant snapping and growing at everything they say, ask, or do. Harry finds himself walking the corridors alone.

"Why does Dumbledore always do this to me. Even after his death he plays these mind games with me." He sighs and looks at an open book in front of him, which someone had just abandoned. Something catches his eye…it's one of the dark corridors he saw in his dream. "No, there has to be a lot of dark corridors like that." He pulls the book towards him and flips it so it's facing him.

The picture in front of him is not of a corridor at all though. It's a picture of a dark line of trees that looks a lot like a corridor, and there's a light at the very end of it. He looks at it perplexed. The caption below the picture reads, The Forest Of Shadows, a place to find what you need. Harry sighs.

"I wish there were a forest of shadows around here." He closes the book and pushes it away. He shuts his eyes for a bit, trying to clear his mind, when he hears someone sit in the chair in front of him. He opens his eyes and sees a girl with reddish brown hair and beautiful brown eyes that never seem to end. Her hair is pulled back into a pony tail, but she has two strands hanging by her face. Her black eyeliner makes it even easier to get lost in her eyes.

"Hey, you took my book! And lost what page it was on…thanks!" She says, opening her book and trying to find the page it was on. Harry keeps staring at her and she glances back up, catching him. "What are you staring at?" Harry realizes that he was staring and blushes.

"Er…nothing. I'm sorry." He looks away, then looks back. "I'm really sorry, I just saw something that looks familiar to me. The Forest Of Shadows?" This makes the girl look back up at Harry.

"The forest of shadows? You've been there?" She's suddenly more interested in Harry than the book.

"Yeah. Well, no…I mean, sort of? You know how you have a dream, but it's like you're actually there, but you're not?" The girl nods slightly as Harry continues on. "Well, that's how I've been there." A look of alarm is now on the girls face.

"Really, well, I've been having a dream like that too. That's why I got this book, because I've seen the forest of shadows before. My dad took me there. And I can't get it out of my mind." Harry is now interested in not only her looks, but what she knows about this forest of shadows.

"Really? Well, how recently has he taken you there?" The Girl Laughs.

"You mean how long ago. It's been at least," She pauses, thinking about how long ago it actually was, "ten years now? Yeah, when I was seven."

"So, you're in your seventh year?" Harry asks. Happy that he's met a beautiful, intelligent girl in his own year. He shakes his head. "I mean, what have your dreams been like?"

"Well," she says, trying to remember, "I'm running through the forest, and I can't ever get to the light, and then I finally get closer to a light, and there's a person there. But I can't tell who it is." Harry sits back in his chair, overwhelmed.

"That's my same exact dream." The girl looks at him and smiles.

"Wow. That's some kind of amazing, isn't it?" Harry nods.

"You're telling me. By the way, I'm Harry. Gryffindor." He holds out his hand and the girl grabs it and shakes.

"Sanura, Slytherin." Harry cocks his eyebrow.

"You're a Slytherin? How can you be so cool?" She laughs.

"I'm just lucky I guess. You said Harry right? What's your last name?" Harry tries to hide his scar, but sighs, knowing she'll see it sooner or later.

"Potter, Harry Potter." Sanura studies him for a second.

"You're not bad looking at all. Pansy was probably just siding with Draco. What an ass." Harry looks at this girl, this Slytherin girl, a look of udder bewilderment on his face.

"You don't like Draco?"

"Am I the first not to?" She smiles. "Nice talking to you, Potter. Maybe I'll see you around." She gets up and leaves the table. Harry has forgotten all about the letter now.