A/N – Sorry about that last chapter. I guess things aren't going as well as I had hoped for! I'll try harder and make this chapter flow better. Myself and flow just don't go together! I am sorry! And don't worry; I do have an idea for this chapter!

The Cold Room

It was just a few days before the end of October, and it was only three weeks till Halloween – however, it was not this monthly holiday that Harry and his friends were looking forward too. In fact, they had completely forgot this holiday. What really had them excited was the first Quidditch match of the season. Raven claw against Gryffindor!

"Did you see that move Cho Chang made at their own practice?" Angelina asked.

"She's good," Harry said. He and the rest of the Gryffindor team were making their way to the field. They wore their burgundy Quidditch robes and carried their brooms as they talked adamantly of the new moves they would use in the game.

"Not as good as you, Harry" Oliver grinned at him.

"Yeah, our ikle Harrykins will show them whos boss!" Fred Weasley slapped Harry on the back. Harry grinned as the team flew into the air. Once Harry was high above the field, he let the snitch go – it flew around him a few times before taking off. Harry was right behind it and gaining.

Below the team, Professor McGonagall had out a transfiguration book in her lap – with the threat of Sirius Black about, not to mention Dementor's swarming about the school grounds, it was not safe for the boy-who-lived to be outside without an adult wizard (who actually knew what they were doing) watching him. She, however, did not feel like a baby-sitter, she felt like a Grandmother looking after her Grandchildren for a day.

It took Harry ten minutes to catch the snitch, and then he let it go again. He dived after it, and pulled out of the dive only a second before he smashed into the ground. McGonagall glared at him for that move, but Harry just waved at her before going on his way. It took another five before he got the snitch again. Fred and George cheered, but Harry had to dodge a Bludger because Fred hadn't batted it away in time.

"Fred! George! Keep you're mind on you're job!" Oliver Wood yelled. The twins stuck their tongues out at their team captain, but followed his orders nonetheless.

As practice calmed down, and they had all gotten their new moves down – it was McGonagall who congratulated them on a practice well done.

"I'll see you in class, but remember, I still want you're homework," she said.

"Don't worry --"

"—Professor--"

"—We'll get it done!" Fred and George saluted her. Professor McGonagall went back to the castle as the team made to change out of their robes. It was a very cheerful night for them, and Quidditch was the talk of the tower till everyone went to bed.

Harry, on the other hand, couldn't go to sleep. He was too excited about the upcoming game that he couldn't help but review all the new moves in his mind! He sat in the common room and polished his Nimbus 2000 while humming a muggle tune.

"I can't think up a dream," Ron said to Harry, looking up from the dream journal that their Divination Professor had gave them for their dream homework.

"Er – don't you dream?" Harry asked, looking up from his task.

"Sure, but they're all silly," Ron replied.

"They're better than mine! I wish I dreamed about going shopping for shoes," Harry replied.

"How many times can I put that down?"

"How about you went shopping for brand new robes?"

"Great idea!" Ron quickly wrote it down and then slammed the book shut.

"Do you need help with yours?"

"I'm not sure, can I say that I forgot it?" Harry asked.

"You could say that you dreamed about forgetting to do the Divination homework and then saw that you didn't…"

"I guess that'll work," Harry laid the broom aside and opened his dream journal. A short paragraph was all he wrote. No way would he write down what he really dreamt at night! It was too scary to think about during the day, and thinking about it now would put him off his mood of Quidditch!

"So, how did you're lesson with Lupin go?" Ron asked, everyone had been so busy that he had completely forgot about asking Harry.

"All right, I guess, I blanked out," Harry shrugged.

"What did Lupin say?"

"He said that I did well, he said that not many wizards can even make the Smokey vapor come out on their second try, or was that the first? I forget,"

"Well, you aren't no ordinary wizard, Mate!" Ron said.

"You don't know how much I wished that I was!"

"Why?"

"Why? Because, Voldemort is after my blood and he won't stop till I'm dead," Harry replied.

"You never know what will happen, maybe Voldemort will see the end before you turn seventeen," Ron said.

"I can only hope," Harry shrugged, then he took up his broom and started, once again, at polishing it and trimming the twigs.

It was another hour before the boy's went to bed – but Harry did not sleep. His nightmares had taken on a life of its own and he had yet to learn silencing charms as well as he wanted too. He decided that he would practice those charms till he got a handle on them. He had been told many times that he was a very proficient student – a fifth year spell shouldn't be that hard!

Harry read his spell book till dawn that day – then he made for the showers, he didn't want to be late for breakfast.

Hermione knew that something was up when she got a look at Harry – he looked tired and troubled. She sighed as she laid her potions book aside and took to staring at him. Harry had all ready had about three cups of coffee, and he hardly ate his breakfast.

"Harry? Are you all right?" she asked.

"Not really," Harry replied.

"Do you think you need a pepper-up potion?"

"No, I'm not sick," Harry shrugged.

"But you will be if you don't get some sleep," Ron pointed out.

"I know, I'm just excited about the game is all,"

"Harry, we know that you have….nightmares…." Ron started.

"Oh?"

"Well, maybe a sleeping potion might help! I know all about them!" Hermione stated.

"I know, and thank you Hermione, Ron, but…"

"Let's just try the sleeping potion, if it doesn't work we can always stop," Ron said.

"And it isn't addictive, the base is bats wing. Of course, it isn't as strong as the dreamless sleep potion, but it's a mild sedative," Hermione said.

"You know how to make it?" Harry asked.

"Yes, I got a good mark on it last week – It's better than going to Pomfrey anyway," Hermione shrugged.

"All right, we'll do it you're way then," Harry agreed. Hermione and Ron looked very relieved at this. Hermione rushed off to start it. It took half a day to simmer and she knew the perfect place to do it.

"She's been thinking about that for a long time, you know," Ron said. Harry poured himself some more coffee.

"Really? I guess she didn't want me to get mad at her for suggesting it in the first place,"

"Yeah, but she's only trying to help – we can stop this at any time you know,"

"Yes, I know, but I need to sleep sometime,"

"I know," Ron gave a small smile. Harry grinned back. He really did have the best friends in whole world!

A/N – I think that this is the best place to stop. I want to practice with the Quidditch games, I don't think I can do it as well as Rowling and I really don't want it to be cheesy! If I can write a good Quidditch game, that'll be added as soon as possible, it will probably be the whole next chapter if I can get it to be long enough!

Also, Malfoy will be there! So watch out for the amazing bouncing Ferret!

Ta,

Poppy