A/N: Thanks for the reviews and thanks to my betas also. This is so fun to write. Please review and be brutal.
The Advance Guard led Harry away from King's Cross Station into the parking lot. They walked in silence until there were few cars around. "Ok Potter, the Ministry found out about your little Apparating escapade in Hogsmeade. However, McGonagall sorted it out," stated Moody.
"We're going to fly to your aunt and uncle's. Got your Firebolt?" inquired Tonks.
"Yea," Harry replied digging in is trunk until he found it.
"One second," said Lupin as he rapped his wand over Harry's head. A cold trickling sensation crept down his back. He looked at his hands and saw only the dirty pavement. He attached his trunk onto his broomstick. He mounted his broom and kicked off the ground. He relished the feeling of flight; it took all his worries away. He did two backwards loops in the air, enjoying the exhilarating feeling.
"Nothin' fancy Potter, get back in formation," barked Moody. Harry reluctantly settled back with the Advance Guard and they flew through the clouds, dodging roads and motorways. After a chilly 30 minutes, Privet Drive came into view. "Begin descent," Moody shouted over the wind.
The group angled their brooms down and landed in the back yard of 4 Privet Drive. Harry dismounted his broom and walked to the back door. As Harry stuck out his hand to turn the knob Remus spoke up, "You'll need to visible Harry, and your aunt, uncle, and cousin are on vacation."
"Really?" he asked. How amazingly perfect, empty house, no Dursleys.
"Yes, replied Remus as he rapped his wand over Harry's head. A warm feeling trickled down his back, Disillusioning him. Remus then pointed at the doorknob and muttered, "Alohomora."
Harry opened the door and crossed the threshold into the living room. He pulled his trunk behind him and set it down on the floor. Tonks and Remus came in behind him, holding hands. They smiled, Remus said, "We'll leave you here, but there will be two guards at the house at all times." And with that they exited the living room.
Harry sat down on the living room couch and flipped on the TV. The news was on, but Harry wasn't really watching it. He was thinking. Why had the Dursleys left him in their house all alone? It wasn't like them.
He discarded that train of thought for a more pleasant one. What had Hermione meant by that kiss at King's Cross? Hadn't she been pining for Ron's attention all last year? He rubbed his cheek smiling; he remembered two beautiful she had looked that night in their fourth year at the Yule Ball.
He watched more TV and began to get drowsy. He lay down across the couch and started to dose. His eyes closed and slipped into a dream.
He stood looking at the Mirror of Erised, hand in his pocket. He was rummaging I his pocket, but could not feel the Sorcerer's Stone in his pocket. He whipped around and saw Professor Quirrell writhing in pain on the ground. He was clutching the back of his head; Voldemort's face was growing steadily more prominent. The Sorcerer's Stone was lying on the ground. Then Voldemort's neck jutted out of the back of Quirrell's head. Soon his entire body was standing erect; Quirrell's was crumpled in a heap on the ground. The scenery changed. Harry was standing in the Chamber of Secrets. Tom Riddle was laughing and the Basilisk was sniffing Ginny's body. Then in one swift move, it threw her into the air and gobbled her up. The scenery changed again.
Dementors were swooping all over the lake. Sirius was lying on the ground, exhausted. A dementor stooped in and covered his face with its own. The dementors then swooped on him. He could here a woman screaming and he passed out on the ground. He was in the graveyard, clutching Cedric's dead body.
Hermione was being hit with Antonin Dolohov's spell. She fell to the ground with a soft "Oh." Sirius was falling through the veil on the raised dais.
His newest memory then surfaced. Severus Snape stood, pointing his wand at Dumbledore. "Avada Kedavra," he bellowed and a jet of green light shot out of the end of his wand and hit Dumbledore square in the chest.
Harry sat straight up and retched on the floor. He was covered in cold sweat and his clothes were sticking to his body uncomfortably. He retched again and sat with his head in his hands.
A/N: Please read and review! Did you like the dream scene?