Disclaimer: I don't own Harry. But I own Andy…muahahahaha….

A/N: Sorry about the shorter chapter, but a good break is a good break, right? Right. Thanks for the reviews! I'm sorry I'm so confusing! I love you all, MWAH!

Harry was feeling extremely claustrophobic. Sand was streaming from above him in torrents now, and he knew that if this hadn't been a memory his eyes and tongue would feel gritty and dry by now. It was up to his ankles, then knees, then waist; and there was no sign of it stopping…

The think blackness surrounded him again, pulling him under like a riptide. The current swirled, and he could vaguely make out Darcie's form ahead of him. She had Ginny's bright red hair, and Harry had the feeling that one would be able to find at least her hair in any amount of darkness. It was almost glowing, even in the heavy night.

He gasped as the nothingness melted away to show Ron, tap dancing with a spider. They had thin black canes and top hats. It was absolutely absurd. He fought down a chuckle at the ridiculous spectacle, even though nobody…nothing… could hear him. The background came more into focus the longer he looked, and was able to make out walls covered in glass cabinets. It was the trophy room, and right across from Darcie was an especially large award with a glowing name: TOM RIDDLE. The trophy sprung to life, and danced along with Ron and the medium-sized acromantula. He heard Darcie mutter something next to him, and he tuned out the odd scene before him to listen. She was counting out things on her fingers as she thought out loud.

"Those people, in the first place, I know they weren't strangers. I wonder if they're people Mom or Dad knew. And then there was the big plant thing and the timeturner, they seem like weird things that normally wouldn't go together. The dark stuff didn't take me from the plant to the timeturner, I fell through it into the glass. There has to be some reason why they're together. Now it's this…" She looked with smiling hazel eyes to her Uncle, now twirling in a circle with one hand holding onto a hairy leg and the other wrapped around a little golden arm that had popped out of the side of the trophy. "This is just plain odd. Uncle Ron hates spiders. It's almost like a bad dream. An overactive subconscious. If this is what's behind the first gate, I wonder what could be behind the second?"

It was almost like the darkness heard her speaking and figured her time was up. It felt like a muggle vacuum cleaner had been turned on behind them, sucking them away until, finally, with a loud thud and a silent one Darcie and Harry were unceremoniously spit back onto the floor of Darcie's bedroom. The white gate…somehow the knowledge entered Harry that this was made of ivory… disintegrated right before his, well, Darcie's eyes.

Harry watched Darcie sit down on the bed and stare at the other gate. He could tell she was thinking, and so he reasoned he would have some time to think things out too before she went through the last gate.

Last night he had fallen asleep at his desk, as usual. He remembered a dream, too. Where everyone he'd lost… Dumbledore, his parents, his godfather… they were all there. Comforting him. Darcie had been inside of his dream! And Harry bet himself that if he asked Hermione she would say that last night she dreamed about Devil's Snare and timeturners. Ron's was quite obvious… nobody else could have a dream like that! That's what they were, but why THOSE dreams? What did they all have in common, why were those dreams through the ivory gateway? Harry had so many questions. There was only one way he knew how to answer them, and that meant going through the dark gate.