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Heeeyy guys…I know it's been a looong while. Sorry about that, but I've been working! Trying to get back into the story so my apologies if a few of the upcoming chapters aren't totally up to par. I hope you can still enjoy it though!

Crowds of students hastily parted like the Red Sea as they saw Draco storming down the hallway, his passé jogging behind him trying to keep up. He shoved violently past the slower unsuspecting first years, disregarding each angry protest. The Potions classroom door slowly came into view and Draco saw that it was opened.

Pity. I had hoped I would get to kick something in today.

He entered the room with his robes billowing behind him, dropping his books with a loud thud onto the desk and sitting heavily down in the stool. He flicked his eyes up to where Potter's usual seat was and released an angry huff of breath when he saw the famous round glasses quickly shifting to look away.

Potter's not getting away that easily…

Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He could feel Draco's cold eyes boring into him. A strong desire to meet his stare tugged at him, but he forced himself to fight it. Instead, he tried to focus completely on his notes on what Snape was droning on about. Too bad he couldn't grasp on to any of the professor's words…

"Malfoy really seems to have it out for you today" Hermione whispered, nudging Harry's elbow.

Her voice and contact broke Harry's concentration and he glanced up to where the blonde was sitting, glaring at him. As their eyes met, Draco's upper lip twitched into a snarl. Harry quickly dropped his head again, his face starting to feel warm.

Whoops.

"I wonder what his problem this time is" she muttered sarcastically.

"Who knows" Harry grumbled, stifling a yawn. Hermione turned slightly to look at him.

"Didn't sleep again last night?"

Harry dully shook his head. "It's these weird dreams I keep having. Every time I have them I wake up more tired than before."

A wave of concern washed over Hermione's face. "Do you think it has anything to do with Sirius? Or…You Know Who?"

Harry bit his lip. "I don't think so. I don't feel scared or any danger in these dreams. I'm just…running."

Hermione hummed thoughtfully before the two of them quickly went back to scratching notes on their parchment as Snape drifted by.

I have to run.

I have to keep running.

I can't stop.

I'm so tired.

So tired of running.

Blindingly white trees are flying past. They look like they're glowing.

It's chasing me. I know it's behind me.

I don't want to run though.

I want to stop.

I want everything to stop moving.

"Don't..."

It spoke?

"Don't stop running"

But I want to see you.

"Not yet…"

Harry woke up with a gasp, shuddering and sitting up in bed, propping himself up with his elbows. Letting his breathing come heavily but slowly, he tried to slow his pounding heart.

That was new…

A hint of a smile found its way across Harry's face. Anxiousness and excitement mixed pleasantly in the pit of his stomach. His eyes searched the darkness curiously. He felt such…relief? But why? Pressing his palm to his forehead to try and rid himself of the fuzzy feeling, he rolled over to check the time.

4am.

He let out a sigh as his head fell back into his pillow which suddenly felt like heaven. It was like a huge weight had been lifted off his chest and he fell asleep almost instantly, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up.