Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Harry Potter and any of its characters and much to my…displeasure…never will. I assure you though, the plot is entirely my own.

Ok…I told you I written chapter 10…well I had to move it to Chapter 11 because this had to fit in somewhere….not that it makes the slightest bit of difference…I thought I'd just let you know…

Chapter 10 – The Dream and The Confession

"Yes Master. Of course" the person said.

"Now go. You have done well and you will be rewarded" Lord Voldemort replied.

"Thank you Master." The person stood up and left. Lord Voldemort turned in his chair and watched them go.

Soon…he thought…soon I shall have him…and then…then there will be nothing anyone can do…

Harry sat up in his bed, sweating. That dream…It had been almost too real. Who was the person Voldemort had been talking too?

Maybe I don't want to know…Harry thought. Deciding it was pointless trying to go back to sleep, Harry climbed out of bed and walked into the kitchen, where he poured himself a glass of water. Quietly he tiptoed to the sofa and sat down. He had gone to bed as soon as he got back. Hermione had arrived back at midnight and, assuming Harry was asleep, gone to bed, but he hadn't been asleep. He listened to every small sound she made…

"Harry?" he spun round.

"Hermione." She sat next to him.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"I-I had a dream"

"About what"

"Voldemort." Her eyes looked like they were just about ready to fall out of her head.

"V-Voldemort?" Harry nodded. "Like in 5th year?" He nodded again. "You should see Dumbledore about it."

"I will…"

"Seriously Harry..."

"I know…I will…I promise"

"Well…I'm going back to bed then" Hermione said, standing up.

"I think I'll just sit here for a while" Harry replied. Hermione looked at him for a moment before walking off to her room.

Poor Harry…

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Ron caught up with Harry as they left the Great Hall.

"What's up mate?" he asked.

"Nothing, nothing" Harry replied.

"Hermione told me you had a dream about V…v…v…You Know Who"

"Yeah…"Ron looked quizzically at his friend.

"Harry, hello, earth to Harry" he waved his hand up and down in front of Harry's face. He seemed to finally crash back to earth.

"I need to talk to Dumbledore" Harry said walking off.

"Ok, well I'll meet you in the entrance hall then!" Ron shouted after him. Harry didn't look back.

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Sitting in front of Dumbledore, Harry twirled his thumbs around each other.

"And you're sure it's like the dreams you had in your 5th year Harry?"

"Yes sir"

"Do you know who the figure was?"

"No sir"

"Do you have any idea who they were talking about?" Harry looked up.

"Y-yes sir, sort of…it's kind of just a hunch…"

"You think they were talking about you." Harry nodded.

"You'll have to be careful Harry, if they were talking about you and you don't know who this figure is…"

"Of course"

"Maybe you should stay in the castle today." Harry's head shot up.

"No sir, please. I'll be with Hermione and Ron. Don't make me stay behind" Harry pleaded. Dumbledore smiled.

"Ok then Harry, but be careful"

"Thank you sir" Harry jumped out of the chair and left.

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Harry walked with Ron to the Library.

"Remind me why we're going to the library again?" Harry asked.

"Because Hermione refused to help me with my essay"

"Oh, right"

They walked into the library and sat at an empty table.

"I'll go and get a few books" Ron said walking off. He came back a couple of minutes later with a pile of books. Dumping them on the table he sat down. For a few minutes they sat in silence, then Ron broke it.

"Lewis and Hermione are a brilliant couple aren't they?" he asked. Harry's head snapped up. His head was telling him to say yes, but his heart was telling him to say no. He knew which one he was going to follow.

"No, not really"

"You don't think?"

"No"

"How come"

"Because Lewis is the luckiest guy in world and I want to be him." It took a moment for Ron to realise what Harry had just said and few more for it to sink in.

"You mean…Y-you like Hermione?"

"No"

"What?"

"No, I don't like Hermione"

"But you just said-"

"I don't like Hermione, I love Hermione"

"You…but she's your best friend!"

"So what? I love Hermione and I'd give anything for her to be mine"

"Why don't you just tell her?"

"She doesn't like me. Not like that"

"Well you're never gonna know if you don't tell her mate"

"But I don't want to upset her"

"You have to try…You can't ignore your feelings for the rest of your life…H-hold on…So Hermione…she was the one person you wanted to take to the dance?" Harry nodded.

"For God's sake Harry…You…Why did you leave?"

"She promised me a dance, that's what I got"

"But she wanted you to stay"

"So did I, but one dance was enough"

"What do you mean 'So did I'? You wanted to stay, she wanted to stay, why the hell didn't you stay?"

"It's complicated" Harry stood up. "I'll see you tonight."

"But Harry, you were gonna help me" Ron moaned, but Harry had already left.