Disclaimer: In Soviet Russia, I own Harry Potter… Here, Harry Potter owns me.

Blaise has always been a girl in my mind, so I'm writing her that way. I don't care about HBP, so I cut that out, and they never mentioned Blaise's gender before, so she's a girl. I've had this story planned out since the fourth book, so it was planned this way way before HBP came out.

This is not my best chapter... actually, its pretty bad.

Chapter 8

Sitting in the middle of a conversation with Mr. Flitwick, Harry was ready to go back to sleep. After a few minutes of fighting with the sandman, Harry finally went under.

The world was spinning around him.

He watched his uncle approach him from far away.

He was overlaid with something else.

It was black, with glowing red eyes.

The whip stuck his back, and he cried out.

There was a burning feeling running through his veins.

He watched, in agony, feeling his own pain.

Then suddenly, he was under the whip.

He cried out, pain flowing.

There was nothing he could do.

Then there was a flash of light.

There was a man standing in front of him.

He couldn't see his face, but the light surrounded him.

The man guarded him from the fat man with the black spirit following him.

Then the man grabbed him, and vanished.

The two reappeared in a small room.

Then Harry was put into a room, and people were rushing about.

They would wave their wands about, doing different things each time.

Nothing was working though, and the boy wouldn't heal.

Then suddenly, he was getting better.

There was no way to describe it, and all the people looked on in wonder.

Then suddenly, it stopped.

The people started to run around again.

Then the dream slowly stopped.

Harry felt himself awake, and was pulled back into the land of the living. He was in a new room, with half of the room blocked off.

A medic instantly walked through the door to him.

"Are you feeling better?" the medic asked kindly.

Harry nodded. "Wh-when will I be able to leave?"

The healer looked over him for a moment. "You seem to be healing fine, so as long as you're careful I can release you in a few days."

"Alright… thank you." The healer nodded and walked towards the door.

Stopping in front of it, he looked over his shoulder. "There's someone else in the room, sleeping, by the way. I hope you don't mind, but we have a lot of patients lately, and we didn't have enough room for you to have your own room."

Harry nodded, "What's their name?"

"It's Blaise Zabini. She's your age, so if you could make friends, that would be wonderful. I'd rather not have any fights between you two when she wakes up."

"I guess that's alright, but why did you room me with a girl? Isn't that kinda against the rules?" Harry asked.

"Why would it be? Maybe in the muggle world, but here, wizards aren't so concerned about that. But then again, you're muggle raised. I'm not so sure about her, but I don't think her parents care, so it shouldn't be a problem. As long as you don't have a problem with it, then it doesn't matter."

Harry looked away, towards the covered part of the room. "I guess I don't have a problem with it. I can't put either of us out of a room."

The healer nodded, and left.

Then there was a moaning from the other side of the room, as the girl woke up.