The Adventure Continued

Chapter 1: Just a Dream

A/N: I have none. Enjoy or I'll hex you! Just kidding…ok, maybe not.

Disclaimer: I think these are pointless because everyone says the same thing, "I don't own Harry Potter." Well, duh! Only one person does, so how about we just make one BIG disclaimer and get on with things, hm? Lovely.

A shadow appeared at the edge of the lake at Hogwarts. The owner of the shadow, a tall, scrawny boy of sixteen stared down at his reflection: at his hair that never stayed down and the eyes that his mom had given him. It was a beautiful day, the sun shining and not a cloud in the sky. However, the beauty did not reflect on his face. In place of a smile, Harry could only frown. It was the day of Dumbledore's funeral. Harry had plenty to contemplate, but did not think long when a piercing scream hit his ears. He looked back towards Hogwarts to see the castle destroyed…what? How?

"Harry?"

As he ran over to where his best friends had sat earlier, he saw Ron and Hermione on the ground…dead. Ginny was cowering on her knees in front of another figure in black. In one long swoop with the wand, Ginny fell back, dead. The person gave a high pitched laugh that seemed so familiar to Harry. Fast to act, Harry sent spells in every direction, yet none hit the cloaked figure.

"Potter?"

"You think you can kill me, Potter?" The voice screamed delightedly. The mask came off, the hood pulled back, revealing the face Harry hated for so long…

"HARRY POTTER!"

Harry jumped up, only to be knocked off his chair and desk. Lying on his back, he looked up at Tonks and Kingsley, both with an amused expression on their faces. As he looked around, he realized that the aurors' office hardly resembled Hogwarts and no one seemed to be in danger of a cloaked figure. Harry breathed a sigh of relief when realizing that Ron and Hermione were safe and alive, and Ginny…hopefully, she was safe.

Getting onto his feet, he started to organize his report that he had fallen asleep on. To his dissatisfaction, there were drops of drool in random places, giving his report a tattered appearance.

"Really, Harry, you need to go home and get some sleep. This is the third time I've caught you sleeping on the job," Tonks remarked, her long hair a nice shade of magenta. Harry didn't seem to hear what Tonks had said, but stood admiring her hair, wondering if he would look good in that color. "It takes time for these things to pick up, anyways. You can't catch ever death eater just by drooling, you know."

Harry caught that last comment and laughed. "Yeah, but you would think that after ridding the world of Voldemort, I would be able to at least catch up with some of his supporters…"

"Harry, I don't think they want to kill you like you-know-who did," Kingsley added. "They're probably hiding out, hoping to find another powerful wizard to kill you. It's a grand world out there!"

"Really, Harry, go home and go to bed. The next time you turn in a report with drool stains on it, I'm going to hex you," Tonks threatened, taking the papers from his hand and sending them to her desk. "Macmillan will be back in the morning with the update, but I doubt he'll find anything. We've raided the Malfoys' five times this month and I doubt this raid will bring any better results than the last."

Harry sighed, feeling rather defeated and a little shaken up by his dream…or was it a dream? "You're right, I should be going," he mumbled, trying to hide a yawn.

"See you, Harry," Tonks answered, turning back to her desk, followed by Kingsley. With a mixed up expression on his face and a little concentration, Harry found himself at 12 Grimmauld Place, but he was not alone…