A/N: The Plot is mine but everything else belongs to J.K. Rowlings. Enjoy! *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Tomorrow

"Harry?" He could hear her voice but he wasn't sure whether or not he was ready to open his eyes. He felt Ginny touch his cheek softly and he couldn't resist a smile. He heard her sigh with relief. She leaned closer to him and he could smell her apple shampoo which gave off a soft, sweet aroma. Harry opened his eyes and saw that she was looking down at him, her eyes filled with concern. Her thick red hair was tucked neatly behind her ears and she was unconsciously biting her lip. With the warm sunlight flooding in through the window and hitting her face just so, she looked almost perfect; angelic.

"Good morning," Harry whispered to her. He felt a rush of blood go from all over his body to a part of him just below the waist. He suddenly blushed furiously and sat up in the bed. Ginny pulled back a little and sat up straighter in her chair.

"Are you alright?" She asked, a little afraid that he was going to throw up.

"Yes, I'm fine." Harry said quickly as he propped himself up against the backboard and put his pillow across his lap. He had taken a sex-ed class in his muggle school and he knew what was happening, knew it was normal but he couldn't help feeling extremely embarrassed.

"Are you sure? You look flushed," She reached up to touch him but he recoiled slightly, and Ginny withdrew her hand quickly.

"Sorry, I didn't meant to-" She started but stopped, looked down at her hands and kind of played with them in her lap before she looked up. Harry was a little alarmed to see her eyes filled with tears. He was suddenly reminded of Cho, crying over every little thing but he quickly pushed that thought from his head. That last thing he wanted to do was to compare Ginny to Cho every time he thought about her.

"Ginny, what's wrong?" He was a little afraid it was something he had said or not said. He reached out to take her hand but she quickly pulled away. From all of his Quidditch training he was faster and grabbed her hand. He pulled her hand closer to him and kept it held tightly between his own. "Tell me what's wrong Ginny. We are still friends."

"I know, I know, and that's all we can ever be, Harry," she choked out. Harry's heart was beating faster and faster as her words began to register. He tried to reason with himself that he shouldn't be angry or upset because Ginny was just a friend. Just a friend. For some reason that didn't make him feel better. He looked at her delicate features and remembered when he first saw her at the Burrow, and the time he saved her from Tom Riddle in the Chamber of Secrets, and when she fought along side him in the Department of Mysteries, and when they kissed. He looked at her innocent face as the tears rolled gracefully down her cheeks. He watched her and wondered how she could have survived all the evil she had faced and still be so pure.

"Why, why not something more?" Harry tried to make eyes contact with Ginny but she refused to look at him. "Tell me Ginny, why not something more."

"Because, when they brought you in the other night," Ginny said quietly, took a deep breath then continued, "I thought you were dead. You were covered in blood and no one would say anything. Professor Snape came in with smoking potions and a grim face. I asked him and Dumbledore and Poppy what was going on, if you were alright and all they gave me were grim looks and I, and I thought that you were-" But this time Ginny had just given up on trying to control her emotions and collapsed on the edge of Harrys bed, her shoulders shuddering with the fierceness of her sobs. Harry tightened his grip on her hand and she responded similarly.

"Ginny, I'm sorry." It was all he could think of to say. He couldn't promise her it would never happen again because it inevitably would and they both knew that.

"You shouldn't be sorry Harry. This, all of this, isn't your fault." Ginny sat back and pulled her hand away from Harry's. "You know that, and so do I."

"I know that." Harry had gone quiet because his mind had drifted to Sirius. His death was Harrys fault, and he couldn't seem to convince himself otherwise. He knew that no one blamed him for it, but he blamed himself.

"I can't be with you Harry, I just can't," Harry was torn back into reality by her words. His heart was sinking rapidly and he had no way to stop it.

"Why?" Harry asked, feeling as thought he still wasn't clear on the fact.

"Because ever time you go out, or get lost or do something stupid I'm going to be here, wondering if you're ok. Wondering whether or not you're alive." Ginnys voice was getting strong and more resolve but Harry could feel anger building up inside of him.

"Every time I do something stupid? Like when I went to the Department of Mysteries? When I got Sirius killed?" He began talking without a censure and couldn't get his emotions back under control. "You're scared? How do you think I feel? Wondering where Voldemort is at every moment of every day. Wondering if this is the day he's going to attack. Wondering if this is the day he's going to win. Wondering is this is the day I'm going to die. You're scared for me? Well, I'm scared for myself. If you don't want to care, if you don't want to worry, that's fine Ginny. We'll just call the whole thing off."

"What?" she breathed the words out, clearly devastated by Harrys words. "What do you mean?" She hoped he didn't mean what she thought he meant.

"This, this friendship or whatever it is. Let's just call it off." Harry crossed his arms across his chest and looked at his bed sheets as if he had never seen them before.

"Harry-" Ginny just sat in her chair, absolutely stunned. It took a few moments but she quickly recovered with full force. She stood up so fast that she knocked her chair over. "Fine, Harry, fine. I'm sorry I ever cared." With that she turned on her heels and walked quickly down the stretch of beds and out the door.

Harry heard the door close loudly behind her and he cringed. The door slam seemed so final, and perhaps it was. Harry was too angry to care but as his anger faded he realized that he did care. Very much. His embarrassment had long since faded away and so he lay back down with his pillow behind his head. He closed his eyes and went to sleep.

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This time his mind was invaded by horrifying dreams. He watched, powerlessly, as Voldemort rose from a pile of ashes just like a phoenix. He watched him grow powerful, strong, immortal, and unstoppable. Harry watched at he mercilessly murdered dozens, hundreds, thousands of innocent muggles and wizards alike. It was a great massacre dazzled by flashing green lights and harsh words. Harry could see green and red colors cloud his view and then, just when he thought all hope was lost, he was following Beren into the Forbidden Forest, he was met by centaurs and werewolves who followed along beside him, protecting him from what other evils were hidden in the forest. Beren was leading him somewhere but he couldn't understand what was being said. It was as if Harry had gone deaf. Suddenly there was a flash of green, and Harry fell to the ground and blacked out.

Harry awoke from the dream breathlessly and began gulping down air. His face was covered in a cold sweat that trailed down his neck and back. Harry looked all around him but saw no movements in the shadows of the moonlight. He looked out a window and saw the bright stars outside. Tonight would have been a good night to watch the stars.

Harry was trying to distract himself from thinking about his dream. He wanted to know what it meant, or if it meant anything at all. Could Beren be trusted? Was he truly leading Harry to something or to a trap? Or was this all part of Voldemorts game? He tried to shake the thoughts from his head. He couldn't ask Dumbledore about it because then he would have to confess about Beren and explain why he neglected to mention him before. Harry sighed and shook is head again, half hoping the dream would fall out of his ears and the other half hoping is would jumble itself up and make sense. Shaking his head did neither. Everything was getting so complicated and he didn't know what to make of it all.

In the end, he shut out all other thoughts and tried to think of something happy, closer to home. He wondered where his friends were and why they had yet to stop by. Perhaps tomorrow they would, he thought to himself. With the hope of seeing his friends when he woke up next Harry took a sip from the Dreamless Draught and tried to shut out the memory of his dream

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"Harry, wake up!"

"Ron don't!"

"Come on, Hermione, he's been sleeping all day!"

"He's been through a lot."

"Alright, alright, you win." Pause. "HARRY!"

Harry had actually been awake for a several minutes now but he enjoyed listening to them argue. Their familiarity was soothing to him and he was reluctant in giving that up by opening his eyes. However when Ron started getting impatient and calling Harry a 'lazy bum' he decided he ought to wake up. He stretched, yawned and opened his eyes slowly.

"Oh, you two are here? I hadn't noticed." Harry said in an all too jovial voice, causing Ron and Hermione to exchange glances. "Been here long?"

"Yea, sort of. I tell ya, you sleep like a rock." Ron crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. He seemed to do that pose more often because he thought he looked dashing, and Hermione had once foolishly agreed with him. "We've been yelling and screaming since you came in here six days ago. You haven't made a peep."

"Six days? I've been in here six days?!" Harry was a little shocked and a little afraid that he was going to be incredibly far behind. Luckily Hermione picked up her back pack which looked incredibly empty and announced that she had everything Harry needed to catch up.

"Honestly, I do. All of your books and missed assignments are in the bag, and I want to make sure you're caught up, Harry. No sense in falling behind so early in the year." Harry took the bag and was incredibly glad it was so light.

"Well, is doesn't look at though I have missed too much." He said aloud but then after looking into the bag realized what she had done. "Hermione, all my books are miniaturized!"

"Well, how else was I going to fit them all in there? You've got at least twelve new ones." Hermione stated, not noticing that Harry was staring at her with his mouth wide open in a very uncouth manner. "Oh, and I also through in my Ancient Runes book from last year, in case you were looking for something to read."

"The look on your face is priceless." Ron was struggling to keep his laughter down but couldn't help it. "Don't worry mate, it's not so bad."

"Ron and I will help you get through it so don't feel so overwhelmed. Just relax, get better, and be ready to start practicing spell and techniques, ok?" Hermione smiled at him and then, as if she had just remembered, asked him. "So, are you alright?"

"Well, I was until you brought in this load." Harry said with a little smirk. "Look, before this gets awkward, let me apologize. I was a real prat when I arrived at Grimmauld Place, and I want to apologize."

"Harry, you don't have to apologize to us. Ron and I both understand that you're going through a lot and that -" Hermione looked at Ron, who was looking at Harry with a grim expression.

"Ron, don't be to angry with me-" Harry started but Ron cut him off.

"You know, you were a real prat when you arrived. I'm not going to lie and tell you it was ok, because it wasn't. It really hurt. We're your friends Harry and you can't keep treating us like strangers every time you get into one of your moods." Ron's face was a little red now, and Harry had once again taken to examining the fabric of his bed sheets. "You know, you may not believe this but we have known you since you were eleven. That's five years, and we've been with you through most of your battles. You may not believe us but we do sort of understand what you're going through. We've watched you fight it everyday since you got here."

"Ron, that's enough." Hermione said quietly.

"No, let him finish." Harry kept his voice cool and even, and his face was plastered with indifference. Ron didn't know what to make of it all but decided to finish what he had to say.

"Me and Hermione are your friends and we care about what happens to you. True, neither one of us can shoulder the burden you carry but we can help you get through it. We will fight with you Harry, because you are our friend and that is what friends do. And, that's all I have to say." Ron ended rather abruptly and he faced had no turned the same color as his hair but that didn't matter.

Harry was exploding on the inside, everything felt incredibly better. He wanted to just out of bed and run twelve laps around the room but instead he settled for jumping out of bed and pulling both Ron and Hermione into a big hug.

"Thank you," he said, "for being the best and the truest friends anyone could ever ask for." They all held each other for a moment and finally, Harry let them go. He sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at them, still smiling from ear to ear.

"So, why haven't you guys come to see me before now?" Harry looked at them both and they both giggled nervously.

"Well, we didn't want to tell you yet but I suppose we ought to." Hermione said but Harry was pretty sure he knew what she was going to say.

"You guys are together, aren't you?" Harry gave Ron a playful nudge and Ron looked positively mortified.

"Wait? Me go out with Hermione? I don't think so." Ron said defensively.

"Do you honestly think I would go out with Ron?" Hermione said, looking at Harry as if he had just suggested that the world really was flat.

"No, I guess not." Harry said, a little unsure of why they were both getting so jumpy. "Well, if that's not it then why haven't you been to see me? Been to busy with school?" He had meant it as a joke but they looked at him grimly.

"Actually Harry, we have been incredibly busy and you will be too. You see, Professor Dumbledore has given us special classes." Hermione started, but Harry was still a little confused.

"Define 'us' if you can," Harry asked, not rudely, but not nicely either.

"Well, you, Ron, Neville, Luna, Ginny and I are going to be attending extra classes as part of our training for the Order." Hermione lowered her voice as she said the last part. Harry wasn't sure what to think of it all but Ron was extremely excited.

"You'll love it Harry, honest. We get to study wand-less magic, hand to hand combat, fencing, dark magic, and all kinds of really tricky spells and potions!" The way Ron said it the extra classes actually seemed very exciting, until he got to the end. "Oh, yea, and Dumbledore says you have to continue taking Occlumency with Snape."

"Ron, don't say it like that! Harry, occlumency is very important for you to learn and Ron and I will help as much as we can. You've got to learn it this year. You can't just pretend that you're practicing when you're not. This year, all of us really have to take our studies seriously." Hermione was not just talking to Harry, but to Ron as well. Ron wasn't really paying attention he was reading the labels of potions next to Harry's bed, on the little table.

"Eww, frog eyes. Spider legs. Nasty stuff, this is." Ron was muttering to himself and Hermione rolled her eyes. Ron wandered away and left Hermione and Harry alone for a moment.

"Harry, has Ginny been here to visit yet?" She asked nonchalantly but Harry had the feeling that she already knew that Ginny had been here, so he saw no point in lying to her.

"Yea, she stopped by. Why?" Harry was also trying to act nonchalant but he couldn't hide his uneasiness.

"Oh, no reason. It's just that Ginny came back from somewhere the other day and she was really upset." Hermione wasn't even really looking at Harry; she was watching Ron wander around the room.

"Oh." was all Harry could think of to say, and Hermione tore hear watchful eyes away from Ron and looked at Harry.

"Oh? Is there something going on?" She asked, but quickly added. "You don't have to tell me but I am a girl and you can ask me about stuff like that."

"Thanks Hermione, I will, just not when, you know, he's here." Harry nodded his head towards Ron.

"You macho men. Oh, that reminds me. Ron, come over here before you break something." Hermione called over her shoulder.

CRASH.

Ron had turned around too fast and knocked over an empty beaker. He kicked it under the cabinet and walked quickly over to Harry's bed.

"Don't give me that look 'Moine, it was empty anyhow." Hermione just pursed her lips and said nothing but the silence was annoying to Ron. He turned back and gave his wand a little wave and muttered "Repairo." The little shards of glass magically came together and repaired themselves making a full beaker again only this time it was upside down. The rim was humungous and the amount of anything is could have held would be minuscule. "Oh well, at least it's in once piece right?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and Harry snorted with laughter.

"Well, that is one way to look at it." Hermione said as she got up and fixed it properly. "Ron, did you remember the song?"

"Song?" Harry asked looking at Ron who began digging in his pockets. He pulled out a crumbled up piece of parchment and handed it to Harry.

"Hermione had me write down the Sorting Hat's song for you," Ron leaned forward and whispered to Harry, "I wasn't really paying attention so I tried to write down the major points of the song."

Harry read the 'song' to himself and couldn't help but laugh. Hermione looked curiously between the two and then snatch the parchment out of his hands.

"I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat; I'm not ashamed by what you see. I'll doubt if you can find a hat that's as old and as dirty as me. I'll keep it short and take a breath; there is no cause for all the rest. So put me on and trust my voice, unlike the teachers you have no choice!" Hermione dropped the parchment. "Ron, I asked you to do one simple thing and you couldn't even do that."

"But-" Ron start but Hermione gave him a look that could turn a man to stone so he shut his mouth.

"You're impossible." Hermione gave him one last scowl and then put on her intelligent face when she turned to Harry. "Basically, the sorting hat gave us the same warning it did last year. Only together can we win the battle. If the houses are divided then we all will fail. Harry, I know you are not going to like this but I've thought about it all summer and it has to be done."

"I'm afraid to ask." Harry looked at Hermione who kept a straight face and seemed determined to make sure Harry understood that she was right.

"You're going to have to call a truce with Draco." Hermione said it simply but it was obviously no easy task. Heavy silence followed her statement.

"Look, 'Mione, I know you've got everyones best interest at heart but you can't be serious. A truce with Malfoy is not the answer. He and every other Slytherin are rooting for Voldemort." Despite Harrys desire to stay calm, his emotions were getting the best of him.

"That's an unfair generalization about Slytherin's, Harry."

"Yea, but not when it's true." Interjected Ron, who was now leaning again Harry's bed with his arms dashingly folded across his chest. Hermione did not look defeated but frustrated.

"Sooner or later you both are going to realize that I am right. That calling a truce with Draco is the only way to keep the houses together, because it is you and Draco that are keeping it divided." Hermione nodded her head to show that she was adequately finished making her point. "Sleep well tonight Harry because tomorrow you ARE going to get out of bed and you ARE going to attend your classes. Good day to both of you." With that, Hermione turned and walked gracefully out of the hospital wing. Neither Harry nor Ron said anything until they were sure she was gone.

"Mental." Ron muttered.

"Couldn't agree more." Harry said.

"Well, I'm off. Got loads of studying to do, and yes, I actually am going to study." Ron said, but Harry gave him a knowing look which prompted Ron to defend himself. "Alright, well, maybe not the whole time but I will study a little."

"Sure you will, Ron." Harry gave him a playful wink and Ron blushed and made a face. "You keep making that face and it'll stay like that."

"Yea, and then I'll look about as good as Malfoy." Ron said pretending to be horrified. Ron and Harry joked around for a few minutes more before finally saying goodbye.

After Ron had left, Harry opened the bag that Hermione had given him. He pulled out his wand, most of the mini text-books, some parchment, his favorite quill and a bottle of black ink. He figured that he had better get started, other wise he would never catch up.

Just as he was getting started he realized that Hermione hadn't given him his course sheet. He had no idea what classes he was taking, when or where he was taking them, or what he had gotten on his O.W.L.s. Slightly frustrated, Harry closed his eyes and tried to think happy but thoughts about all that came to him were flashes of the nightmare he had had the night before. He felt depressed and alone again. He didn't know what to say or who to say it to. Suddenly an idea hit him.

Remus Lupin. An old friend of his fathers and of his godfather, Sirius. Harry pulled out some parchment and dipped his quill in the thick ink and began to write frantically.



Dear Lupin,

You've probably already heard what happened on the train ride to Hogwarts. Voldemort attacked me and we fought, again. I managed to run into the forest and was met by -

Suddenly Harry was at a loss for words. He wasn't sure whether or not to tell Lupin about Beren. Whether he wanted to tell anyone about him and what happened when Voldemort touched him. After a long pause Harry crumpled up the letter to Lupin and threw it away. He took out some fresh parchment and began again.

Dear Lupin,

You've probably already heard what happened on the train ride to Hogwarts. Voldemort attacked me and we fought, again. Once again I managed to survive his attack and once again I am plagued with the question: why me? Why was I given the burden to defeat the Dark Lord? And why must I feel so alone?

You probably think I'm just a teenager ranting about how unfair the world is but I don't feel as though I am being unreasonable. I know I am not the only one who's being affected by the return of Voldemort, but I feel responsible. I watched his return, and did nothing. If I had fought harder, if I had studied harder, if I had listened better to people who shared their knowledge… Maybe things would have turned out differently. Maybe none of this would be happening. Maybe Sirius would still be alive. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm not.

I'm starting my sixth year and I hear I'm going to be doing a lot more training. I want to make a promise to you that I will do everything in my power to learn, practice, and perfect the art of magic to the best of my abilities. I promise that I will devote myself entirely to defeating Voldemort. I make this promise to you because I have already made the same promise to my father. To Sirius Black. And now I will make it to you. You understand what it is like to lose the people you are closest too, so I hope you will understand what I'm going through.

Hope to hear back from you soon,

-Harry James Potter

With nothing more to say, Harry sealed the letter and put it, and everything else, back into his bag. He would send the letter tomorrow, he would return to classes tomorrow, and he would begin his training to defeat Lord Voldemort tomorrow. Harry needed all the rest he could get that night because tomorrow was a big day.

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A/N: still need a beta reader if you're interested, just let me know.

Thanks for reading my story Lime.