Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. All I own is my original characters and settings that will come up later is the story.

I am rewriting/adding parts of this story to improve it and get rid of inconsistencies. If you see any let me know.

Another chapter rewritten and extended. Tell me if it's improved if you've read it before. And if you're a 'virgin', so to speak, just drop a line and tell me how it's going.

I'm going to make a calendar and post it on my website to explain the time duration of all this. There are days in between some of the chapters that explain Harry's changing behavior. As time goes by he's adjusting to his environment. I'll post a note when it's up. It might take some time.

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"So this, Voldemort, tried to kill you because of this prophecy. And because he's a moron he screwed up and got himself, let's say exiled from his body." Cali licked the crumbs off her fingers. "When he kidnaps you and uses your blood to resurrect himself you end up with this, connection, that allows you to see things in his head. Am I getting this right?"

Harry pulled his feet onto the seat of the chair. "Yes."

Cali stared at him and sighed. "Wow. Ok then. Not joking. All right. Something is really bothering me in this, but I can't figure out what." The microwave buzzed and she pulled out the pizza rolls.

"Well I already knew that there was SOMETHING wrong but I don't know--" he popped a pizza roll into his mouth. Don't annoy the girl who is willing to help you. He licked the drop of grease off his finger.

"So you saw your best friend's father getting bitten by a snake, then a Death Eater getting tortured, and then a false vision of you Godfather." Cali slipped into the chair next to him and sunk her teeth into a pizza roll.

He nodded and stared at the inside of the pizza roll. Who ever thought of taking sauce and cheese and putting them in a little packet of dough? People are so strange. He finished off the second half. "Yes. And now Voldemort knows that he can put stuff in my head."

"God!" She shifted and sat on her feet. He toenails were painted red today. She growled and twisted, sitting on the table and grabbing a pizza roll. "Why can't I figure this out? I just know it's so simple."

Mom walked into the room in her blue bathrobe. "Cali, what are you doing here at this time of night?"

Cali giggled and curled her toes around the top of the chair. "Hey Mom. We were hungry."

Mom rubbed her eyes. "We?" She blinked for a moment. "Oh, hello Harry."

Harry coughed past the air trying to force its way out of his lungs. "Hello."

She frowned and crossed her arms over her chest, glancing at her watch. "It's three o'clock in the morning. Shouldn't you two be in bed?"

Cali grabbed another pizza roll. "I'm not tired." She winked at Harry and smiled innocently at Mom.

Harry sucked the sauce off his thumb. "Me neither."

Mom sighed and walked towards the door. "Try to stick to the common rooms next time. I do have an alarm that alerts me if anyone enters any of the back rooms after one. Maybe one day you'll see things through my eyes and go to bed at a decent hour, hm?" She shut the door behind her.

Cali bit into the pizza roll and froze. "That's it!"

Harry started and reached to grab the last pizza roll. "What?"

She hopped off of the table and gestured toward the closed door. "Point of view. You saw things through the snake's eyes, and Voldemort's eyes. But your dream is through your own eyes. You're not seeing it, you're in it."

"Yeah." He finished his pizza roll. "So what does that mean?"

Cali jumped to sit on the counter. "It means that the dreams aren't coming from Voldemort. You aren't seeing things through his eyes. If he were trying to trick you, you would have seen it through his eyes."

Harry bit his lip. "Yeah. Yeah! So it's not Voldemort." He dropped his feet to the ground. "But then, what is it? Is it real? A vision of the future?"
Cali held up her hands to stop him. "Whoa. You have to take it one step at a time. Have you had the dream since you've been here?"

Harry picked at his fingernails. "Yes."

Cali bent her knee, put her foot on the counter, and pushed herself to standing. She played with the flowers sitting on top of the refrigerator. "Is the, um, person in your dream here? They couldn't be, right? Since no one knows you're here."

Harry stood and leaned against the table. He crossed his arms over his chest. "Well, no. But he could be. He could have come here."

Cali jumped to the floor and cringed as the vibrations took a moment to fade. "Are you going to tell me who this other person is?"

"No." He wandered to the sink and grabbed a cookie off of the plate.

Cali put her hands on her hips in fists. "Harry, who am I going to tell? I wouldn't--I couldn't--" Cali dropped her hands and rubbed her forehead. "No--never mind. I'm not going to force you to tell me. That's horrible. Ok. Trying to work this out." She turned and wandered around her half of the room chewing on her middle finger.

Harry drummed his fingers on the sink. "Snape."

"What?"

Harry sighed and turned to face her. "Severus Snape. He's the one in my dream."

Cali lowered herself into the chair he had vacated. "Severus Snape?"

"Yes." He leaned back against the counter. She's acting weird. Why--He froze, his eyes scanning the room for anything weird. "Why? Do you know who he is?"

Cali dropped her head into her hands. "Yes. I've never met him but--"

Harry pushed off the counter and bolted toward the door. "Forget it."

"What?"

"Forget I said it. I was wrong. It wasn't him. Just--please--" He twisted the door knob and pulled it open.

"No. Harry, wait." She grabbed his shoulder and forced the door closed. "He hasn't been here. I know. Not since you came." She staggered back. "Wait. He came the same time you did, I remember the log."

Harry hugged himself and moved just to the right of the doorway. "He brought me here. Him and Lupin."

"If he were--why would he--" She pushed her hair behind her shoulders. "Well that's weird--" She shook her head and pushed her hair back again. "But the good thing here is that there's a log. It records everyone who comes and goes by magical or non-magical means. He hasn't been here. So it's not real."

Harry's arms dropped to his sides and he relaxed against the wall. "So what? It's a prophecy? I hate prophecies. So far they've tended to screw me over."

Cali massaged her temples. "Maybe it's not a prophecy."

Harry let all of the air rush out of his lungs. "Then what is it?"

Cali smiled. "I don't know. But I'm going to figure it out. I promise." She kissed his hand and pulled him toward the door on the other side of the room.

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