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The awareness

Harry awoke in the ever familiar hospital wing. For a while, he just lay there trying to remember what stupid act of Gryffindorness he'd done this time, until remembering the DaDa lesson.

Several voices could be heard arguing outside the bed curtains.

"…seen anything like it. Albus, he's afraid of the Inferius. Where in the world has he heard of them? And what? How…" the voice trailed out, seemingless at loss for words. Someone harrumphed loudly.

"Potter is obviously hiding something, headmaster. That article in the Prophet, the sudden knowledge he's gained during the summer. Impossible, for a brat like him." "Harry is not a brat. And if I remember correctly Lily surpassed you in potions. He's probably inherited her skills for potions making." There was a short silence. "Albus you died." Exclaimed the first speaker. "Your phoenix. How?" "There, there Remus. Calm down. I'm sure Harry wouldn't mind answering some questions." Someone snorted.

Harry knew who the people behind the curtains were. It was Professor Dumbledore, Snape and Remus.

The curtains surrounding him were suddenly pulled apart. He could see Remus standing to the right of Professor Dumbledore, eying him worriedly with a look of shock still plastered on his face. Snape stood emotionless with the exception of the sneer Harry was accustomed to see on the man's face whenever he was near.

"Ah, Harry my boy. How are you this fine afternoon?" Asked Dumbledore, in a voice not betraying the worry shining in his blue eyes.

Harry, who had just rewitnessed one of the most horrible experiences in his life, involving the death of the man asking the question of him, could only nod weakly. His voice seemed to have left him, which probably was good, he wanted to confess, confess and confess. He didn't think he could manage keeping it all in, once he started.

"That was a pretty good scare you gave your new Defence against the dark arts teacher, not to mention the other students in your class." Harry just stared blankly at the headmaster, what was he to say? Sorry my Boggart didn't turn into a Dementor. He could still feel the cold hands gripping his arms, attempting to pull him down into the cold water. The shock of Dumbledore lying lifeless on the ground beside him. He shivered. It was strange, he never would have thought there was anything worse than a Dementor. But Dumbledore dying, leaving him alone, defenceless. He shivered again. He knew that he alone had to kill Voldemort, he had even started to live with the fact that he would be a murderer or end up murdered. But losing Dumbledore, his mentor, friend and closest thing to a grandparent scared him more than anything. Just the shock of Dumbledore falling out of the wardrobe, defenceless, was more than Harry could bear.

"Harry do you remember what happened in the staffroom?" asked Dumbledore. Harry was still staring as transfixed at Dumbledore, as if it had all been a dream, that he was back in his own time. He nodded. As if, he would ever forget.

"Harry, have you been having any strange dreams lately?" The headmaster's sudden change of topic caught him of guard. The other two professors seemed as much at loss as Harry did on what his Boggart and his dreams had in common.

"I heard that professor Trelawney thinks that you have an affinity for divination." The headmaster was looking at Harry with rapt attention now.

"Yes sir. I have many strange dreams." Harry suddenly realised he'd been offered an excuse for his strange behaviour. "Ah, yes. I think Harry that you have become aware." Harry looked back at Dumbledore, puzzled. "Of what sir?" he finally asked. "Isn't that obvious Potter. You're a seer." Snape spit the word out as if it was poison. "Now, now Severus. Becoming aware isn't bad, it's just very rare."

"Oh…" was Harry's clever response. He looked back at the headmaster who seemed content with the knowledge, that Harry was a seer. Harry on the other hand couldn't believe the professor even suggested such a thing. Surly he didn't actually believe it! Never the less, Harry was not going to correct the wrong assumption. They were all happy and he would get away with knowing things before hand, without being questioned on why or how he knew certain things.

"Um, sir?" he piped up before the professors left him. "Yes Harry?" "Um… I was wondering if you've thought more about what I said, about Sirius I mean?" Harry missed Sirius so much, and knowing that he was out there alive, made it so hard not to run out looking for him.

"He didn't betray my parents. It was Peter Pettigrew." Harry said once again. He felt that the more he said it the faster they'd believe him. "I am looking into it, Harry. Have patience." was Dumbledore's parting words before leaving Harry with Professor Lupin. Snape gave Harry a last glare and followed the headmaster sneering.

"I'm sorry Re…Professor Lupin." Harry said looking at one of his fathers old friends. "I really thought the Boggart would turn into a Dementor." Remus was staring at him with an unreadable expression on his face.

"It is I Harry, that should apologise. Even though your Boggart didn't turn into what I expected, I shouldn't have picked you out of all the students to go first."Harry yawned. He was exhausted, he didn't notice Remus removing his glasses or tucking him in, before leaving.

The next time he woke, must have been in the middle of the night. Ron and Hermione stood beside his bed, arguing quietly. Ron was wearing his pyjamas underneath Harry's cloak looking half asleep, as if he'd been dragged along straight from bed.

"Bloody freezing here! Harry wouldn't mind if I borrowed it." He said in self defence. Hermione who looked as if she'd just made it out of the library, with half of it under her arm, was sending frosty glares at Ron. "I swear Ron, If you wake…"

"Hi guys." said Harry, smiling up at them. Hermione sent Ron an even frostier glare before turning towards Harry.

"Oh Harry. We were so worried. Did HE wake you up? I told him to be quiet, but he never listens, does he! Are you all right? Why did your Boggart, oh never mind! I've been looking into…" Ron snorted at her never ending stream of words.

"Now don't ask him any questions, Ron. Not until he's better." said Ron in a very good imitation of Hermione's lecturing voice. Harry couldn't help sniggering at the sight, Ron with his hands on his hips and Hermione standing in the exact same position sending death glares at him.

"I'm fine." harry said. "Really. I'm feeling good." He added at their dubious looks. "Hate to break it to you mate, but this is your second time here. And we're not even past Christmas." Said Ron, trying to hide his worry.

"Harry what did happento your Boggart? I've looked in all the books I could find for an explanation. A Boggart is not supposed to show you that many things and details." Hermione seated herself careful next to him on the bed. Ron, who was yawning for the tenth time in a row, walked over to the closest bed and promptly lied down facing the other two.

"What? I'm tired. If you'd wait until the morning with coming here, but NO, we have to come here in the middle of the night. And we were not allowed to wake him up." Whined Ron, whilst yawning again. Hermione gave him a look, but refrained from responding.

"I went to the library…" Ron snorted. "of course were else." he said."…to read about Boggart's." Continued Hermione as if Ron hadn't said a thing. "None of the books mentioned that an entire scenario could be played up like that. I mean you can't be afraid of that happening, since it hasn't." She wasn't looking at Harry as she said this, and therefore missed the look of pain crossing his face. "I mean a Boggart is supposed to show you your greatest fear and nothing but it. You're not afraid of water are you?" at his negative shake of head, she continued. "And not of goblets or…" Here she stopped and looked at him. "…Professor Dumbledore?" Ron laughed. "If he'd be afraid of someone it would be you-know-who, not Professor Dumbledore." Hermione glared at him.

"I know that Ron. What I'm saying is that Harry's Boggart didn't act as it should." Silence descended in the hospital wing. They all seemed to be lost in their own minds.

"Harry? Professor Trelawney claims that you had an external vision of a could-be-future. She says you're here most promising student ever." She looked at him carefully. "Do you think you might be a seer, Harry?" She finally asked. He fidgeted under her intense gaze. He really didn't like lying, it was better when they assumed things. That way he wouldn't be lying. He was just about to give her an elusive answer when Ron's snoring brought them out of it. Hermione looked murderous, she rose to wake him up, but Harry grabbed a hold of here arm.

"Let him sleep." Harry thought it would be mean to wake Ron up, now that he was a sleep.

"Fine. But don't blame me when Madam Pomfrey comes in and thrown him out." She huffed before grabbing a hold of Harry's invisibility cloak and disappearing with books and all.

Harry sighed and rolled over, letting Ron's familiar snores lull him to sleep.