Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Harry Potter/Wizarding World. They were all created by the genius that is J.K. Rowling.

Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who's reading glad you are enjoying the story. Sorry I wasn't able to update sooner I've been busy with classes…blah.

Chapter 32: The Return

Harry woke with a start, as a blinding pain shot through his scar. He couldn't remember the last time he was plagued with dreams of the inside of Voldemort's head. In fact, he was pretty sure it had been since the vision of Voldemort killing Sirius that he'd had one. He'd just assumed that doorway linking their thoughts had closed that night, not to mention he'd always seemed more susceptible to them when he felt alone. It happening while he was holding Hermione in his arms, the safest place he'd ever felt, was as much of a shock as it was a violation. He kissed her gently on her forehead and untangled himself from her embrace. After pulling on his discarded tee-shirt and jeans headed down stairs and pounded on Ron's bedroom door. "'m up." Ron growled still half asleep.

Harry walked down to the basement where the kitchen was located and put on a pot of coffee. Normally he had tea at breakfast but this morning he felt he needed the extra caffeine burst. "Got some of that for me?" Ron asked groggily.

After they'd both finished a cup Harry went over to the fridge and pulled out what they needed for breakfast. "The dreams are back." He said nonchalantly as he scrabbled some eggs.

Ron, who'd just taken a drink of his coffee, ended up sort of inhaling it causing him to choke. "I thought those were done."

"I assure you I'm more shocked than you are, not to mention, the blinding migraine that goes along with it." Harry said he was still suffering from the side effects. "It's a bit like the morning after having far too much firewhiskey."

"Maybe we did have too much last night." Ron suggested the last thing he wanted was for Harry to go through what he had during their 5th year at Hogwarts. "I mean it is possible right?"

Harry shook his head, "I only had a glass."

"Have you told Hermione?" Ron asked.

"Not yet I left her sleeping." He said. "She needed the rest."

"So is it too much to hope that You Know Who was having a garden party with rainbows and kittens?"

Harry snorted a laugh, "If only it were that simple. He's looking for someone….Gregorovitch."

"And one would assume that he's not planning a play date." Ron sighed.

"The name is familiar I just can't place where I know it from. I keep thinking it's related to Quidditch." Harry said sitting the prepared food on the table just as Hermione came in.

"Smells wonderful," she said kissing Harry good morning before joining Ron at the table. "Is everything alright?"

"Define alright." Ron said heaping food onto his plate as Harry poured Hermione a cup of coffee and topped his own off.

"The dreams came back." Harry said.

Hermione gasped. "Harry this is terrible, you need to close yourself off from them."

"I can't Hermione; I never learned how to do it." Harry snapped a little causing her to frown. "Besides I don't think he's realizes that he's letting me in, I think he's starting become unstable."

She frowned, "But we don't know that for sure, I mean he could be sitting a trap."

"No, I don't think so. Don't ask me how I know I just do. Trust me, Hermione." Harry said looking across the table at her.

She sighed and went against her better judgment, "Alright, but we don't rush headlong into battle this time. We plan things out logically."

Harry grinned a little, "Alright."

"Now tell me exactly what happened." She said.

After breakfast they retired into the sitting room. Harry went over details from the dream, while Hermione logged them in a journal she'd found in one of the upstairs rooms. Even though the dream was simply a flash into Voldemort's psyche, more emotion than anything else, she still had a million questions. Almost to the point he was getting slightly frustrated with her. "And you're sure that this person has to do with Quidditch?" Hermione asked.

"Possibly," Harry said, "I'm not exactly sure."

"You sure he wasn't saying like, Gorgovitch?" Ron asked.

"No it was very clear Gregorovitch." Harry raked his hand through his ever messy hair. "This is so frustrating."

"We'll give it some time, it might come to you." Hermione said compassionately.

Harry nodded, "It has him just as stumped as it does us, so we still have time to figure out what he's up to with this man."

"We need to get back to the Burrow to find the bag." Hermione said. "Until we do we're really at a loss of what we should be doing as far as finding the Horcruxes."

"Agreed," Harry said. "Without it we're at a stalemate."

"Fred and George said that Mum and Dad haven't gone back yet. They wanted to be sure the place was no longer watched." Ron reminded them. "But the people who rented us the marquee will be out this evening to take it down.

"And if the bag is anywhere it will be there that's where I lost it." Hermione said.

"Alright here's what we're gonna do." Harry said.

Three hours, and a dose of Poly-Juice later, they were standing outside of the Burrow disguised in Wizard robes similar to the ones that they'd seen the people who installed the tent the day before the wedding. The place was defiantly looking worse for wear, there were scorch marks marring the walls from spells that missed their marks. There were broken windows and some of Mrs. Weasley's prized plants turned over their clay pots smashed. Even the garden seemed to be suffering under the torture it endured in the flight and fight that had taken place. The gnomes that were known to take up residence there had yet to come back out of fear. "We don't have much time, we need to start looking." Harry said.

It was hard to believe that almost a week ago this had been a place filled with joy and happiness. He'd always seen this as his second home, Hogwarts of course being his first. There was no light or life here and the sadness of it settled deep inside of him. He kept his wand drawn they made their way to where the spell damaged marquee was. Inside was dying flowers and over turned tables. The food on the buffet had started to rot. "I wonder if the safety deposit covers Death Eater attacks." Ron said trying to lighten the mood.

Harry laughed as they started looking under over turned tables, "Now that is an interesting idea, Death Eater insurance."

"Sounds like a scheme Mundungus would come up with. "Hermione said. "We were near the dance floor when Viktor came in."

"Right," Ron said. "Do you have any idea where the dance floor might be at now?"

Hermione looked around, there wasn't really anything that was still the way it was the night of the wedding. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes trying to picture how everything had been arranged. "There," she pointed toward the place the dance floor had been.

"You're sure?" Harry asked as he and Ron started to move over turned tables and chairs.

"Positive." Hermione said she just hoped that nobody picked the bag up.

"Would this be it?" Harry asked holding up a bag that looked like it had been put through a blender.

Hermione nodded sighing in relief. "Yes ,now let's get out of here before someone realizes who we are."