Drip… there it was again…drip… Harry Potter, the boy who lived was lying on the floor, face down. Drip… Harry jerked his head up and saw a drop of water falling off a stalactite…drip… and then there was that laugh again…echoing against the walls from a tunnel. Suddenly the boy jumped up and began racing through the tunnel as fast as he could. His feet pounded against the floor and his heart was beating a hole in his chest, but all he could hear was that laugh, that cruel, cold, evil laugh. Suddenly he came to an opening in the cavern. And there was Draco Malfoy, his long time nemesis at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was torturing his two best friends, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, and his secret love, Ginny Weasely. Malfoy laughed hysterically at the look on Harry's face. "What's the matter Potter? Not man enough to save your friends?" and with that said, he sprang upon Ginny, and opened his mouth, revealing two long, white fangs. He bit the young red head's neck, and Harry could see her face begin to pale, as the blood was drained from her body.

"NO!" shouted Harry running forward, but just when he was about to reach them, the ground beneath him crumbled, and he fell into darkness. Before he passed out, the last thing he heard was Ginny's scream of terror, and Malfoy's wicked cackle of joy.

Harry woke with a start, thoroughly soaked with sweat, and scared half dead. It was the fourth time that week that he had suffered from the same dream.

"Whew…" that was so weird.

"Harry! Time for breakfast! Are you up?"

Harry was living with the Weasleys at The Burrow. He planned on getting his own house soon, but he never really got a chance to go out and look for one.

"Harry! Wake up or Mum's gonna have a fit!" yelled Ron as he walked in, he was still wearing his pajama's, and was standing in the doorway, yawning.

"Oh good…yawn…your up"

"More than u you are, that's for sure."

Harry got dressed and soon joined the red headed family downstairs. He winced when he saw Ginny staring at him, as he remembered the dream from last night. Ginny saw his face and asked, "Is something wrong, Harry?"

She beamed a smile at him, and with a sudden feeling of horror, he thought, "Is it just me, or does she have unusually long fangs?"