Harry was so done with these stupid dreams. He'd woken up screaming, his scar in agony, and had the other boys looking at him as if he were mad.
He glanced at the woman leading him through the hallways. McGonagall, at least, didn't think he was off his rocker. She was taking him to see Dumbledore, not Madame Pomfrey, and he doubted he would be missing a visit to the Hospital Wing, if the stern professor thought he was ill.
The Transfiguration professor stepped up to the gargoyles guarding the Headmaster's office, saying crisply "Sugar Quills". The statues moved aside, and McGonagall wasted no time in striding up the stone steps, Harry closely following.
There were hushed voiced coming from Dumbledore's office, but when McGonagall knocked, they went quiet. Harry assumed that the portraits were talking again, and, so, was surprised, when the door swung open and they were faced by Professor Reilly.
"Mister Reilly." McGonagall said in greeting.
"Professor." He shot back, and then, with a glance at Harry- "Potter."
"Oh, Mister Reilly, is that Harry?" Dumbledore's voice echoed out from his office. "Do let him in."
Professor Reilly stepped aside, letting Harry and McGonagall pass. Dumbledore was behind his desk, and the Pensieve, of all things, was in front of him, swirling with memories. McGonagall saw it at the same time Harry did, and, while The-Boy-Who-Lived was puzzled and more than a bit curious, the Transfiguration professor merely raised a knowing brow at Professor Reilly.
Reilly scowled back at her, and strode over to the desk, to pick up the Pensieve. "If you'll excuse me, Headmaster, I'll be taking my leave."
Before he could take a single step towards the door, however, Dumbledore interrupted his exit.
"Why don't you stay, Mister Reilly? Harry's story may interest you."
With a noise that sounded like a repressed snarl, Professor Reilly did an about face, and placed the Pensieve back on the desk.