AN: Hello everyone! Sorry it took me so long, but, you know…things happened. Anyhoo! Here is the long awaited for next chapter! Enjoy!

There is some shonen ai/slash stuff in this chapter, so if you don't like, don't read!

Chapter Four:

Dreams and Kisses

Sirius Black groaned in absolute agony; these long meetings were killing his butt! He had been sitting in this bright orange chair, stiff as heck, for six bleeding hours! Why couldn't this dang Order just finish their business in a more fashionable way? You know anything that doesn't involve yelling, screaming, beating each other over the head with chairs?

Actually…that last thought sounded pretty good…hmmmm…

Dang it, we should be out looking for Harry, not thinking about mass murder! He could be in pain or hurt or something! I knew we shouldn't have trusted that Snivellus to look for him. Heck, he's probably hurting him right now! Or taking him to Voldemort!

Moody was getting anxious, Sirius could tell. His eye was rolling around like mad! The man was about to break!

Little did Sirius know just how right he was.

"Alrigh' everyone! Shut yer fricken' yaps before I curse ye! We have more important things to worry about!" Moody growled in annoyance. His fake eye was whirling around the room like crazy, glaring this way and that, while his heavily scarred face scrunched up in an expression of supreme disgust and dislike.

His wand was up and out pointed at the air, but it was obvious if anyone made one wrong move they'd be cursed…painfully and probably fatally. Moody had had enough of their bullpucking nonsense, they had a potential savior to find and some big bads to murder…er, defeat! Yeah, defeat!

"Alrigh', we have a boy to find, I believe…now Albus, don' give that bull about your precious Snape lookin' for that boy!" he interrupted himself at the look on Dumbledore's face, "You know I don' trust him. Now we got to split into teams and each team will get a spot to look for the boy in, each spot will be several miles to several hundred miles in diameter!"

The meeting went on and plans for future battles were hashed and thrown out, but, eventually an idea was found for each problem or potential problem.

As Moody likes to say, 'Constant Vigilance!'

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After waking up from his vision, Harry had swiftly fallen back to sleep, exhausted. Dreams replaced the usual nightmares and he had a pretty restful sleep.

(Dreamscape)

Harry found himself lounged on the big and comfortable bed. He leaned up onto his hands and stood to look about the sprawling room. It was decorated pretty sparsely, dresser, book case…bed. But it had a huge skyscape window that dominated an entire wall; it was built on the eastern side of the building…perfect to watch the sunrise. Romantic.

A breeze filtered throughout the room, chilling Harry as it ran its ghostly fingers throughout his body. The dark haired young man looked down upon himself, he was wearing very strange clothing, yet he wasn't embarrassed…almost as though it was normal for him.

He had on long, wide legged, but thin pants, tied loosely around his waist. He also was wearing a long shirt with a v-cut front. This went down to his knees, but had long v-shaped slits all the way up his sides to about the height of his belly-button. This was tied around his waist with a thin leather cord that was slung off one hip. All of it was in black Egyptian cotton.

He ignored this and instead went to the window, it was open and it led to a balcony of sorts, he leaned against the wall and looked out. Harry sighed as he took a deep breath of the flower heavy scent of the wind.

He sighed again and went to lie back on the bed. It was a low leveled bed, but big, with Egyptian cotton sheets and a thick lack comforter. It was so comfortable Harry found himself dozing off.

He felt a gentle pressure of lips on his abdomen, strong hands began moving up his side. He sighed, content for the moment to bask in the feeling. He opened his eyes when he felt strong thighs straddle his slender waist. A large, strong body leaned its weight gently on to him. He looked up into a strong, dark face. Handsome.

Dark eyes gazed into his, and strong lips touched met full, delicate ones in a kiss of hungry passion. Lips met, tongues tangled and harsh panting breaths escaped Harry's body as the passion mounted and his breath was stolen.

This continued on, for what seemed to Harry as forever, before he felt a gentle tugging on his mind and he began drifting.

(End Dreamscape)

The boy on the bed was groaning, in what seemed to Blade to be fear; he and Whistler had gone in to check on him and to wake him up.

Blade exchanged a glance with the Old Man, the boy was waking up.

He narrowed his eyes when the old fart gave him a look. Whistler had won their argument from earlier, the kid would get to stay…for a little while at least.

Harry opened his eyes and looked around himself; he swore he was dreaming still. The man from his dream was standing right in front of him!

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Miles away, Voldemort grinned, the vampires had finallybowed to him…now he had almost everything. The only thing he needed was his very own Boy-Who-lived. That boy would be his Second, his lover…once he broke him of course. A laugh broke free from his chest…oh yes, everything was perfect!

Wormtail cringed in fear and disgust at his master's laughter as he leaned against the wall outside Voldemort's chamber. Everything was getting complicated. The boy had saved him; he owed him a Life Debt.

Now, all he had to do was figure out a way to save him. This was going to be hard.

To Be Continued…

(Everything's getting complicated alright. Who will get the Boy-Who-lived? Will Blade get to keep him? And where is Snape? What will Wormtail do to save Harry?

Read to find out more next time.

We'll get to see if our Harry is found and just what is Snape doing to find our resident Hero?)

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