(A/N: Sorry for the hiatus, people! Real sorry! Just a ton of stuff happening. Anyway, I present the latest installment of When Two Times Meet! Enjoy!)

The next day, everyone was informed of the news… Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, would be attacked by Lord Voldermort. If the words have not came from the Headmistress' mouth, the whole school would be laughing and trashing around in painful amusement. But, no. Unfortunately, the proof was the kidnapping of Draco Malfoy and the supporting words from the famous Harry Potter. The school knew too well that Harry Potter was a sort of link to He Who Must Not Be Named, knowing his every thought, his every move.

Today, in the huge Great Hall, many people stared at their untouched food before them, drowning themselves in their thoughts. Dark and difficult times lie ahead, these words were a quote from Albus Dumbledore himself. How true…

"Is it me, or has the whole Hall turned to a silent painting?" Ron muttered to Harry who was merely staring at his breakfast, stabbing the sausage every once in awhile. Harry didn't react at all to Ron's statement and continued to think about the odd dream he had last night. He would have expected it. Lord Voldermort had a lot to think about, having kidnapped Malfoy. But he had never expected these thoughts…

"Harry!" Ron yelled, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Harry, you alright, mate? You seem pretty ill." Hermione had looked away from her toast and was now staring, with the rest of the Gryffindors, at him.

"I'm- I'm fine," Harry heard his own hoarse voice answer. He gave a smile to the others to show that he was okay. The Gryffindors looked back at their food. They probably think I'm sort of an alarm that sounds whenever Voldermort was near. Ginny Weasley stared at Harry with a concerned look. She sighed and looked back at her muffin.

"Harry, are you having them, again?" Ron muttered in a hushed voice. "Those dreams."

Once again, the whole Gryffindor house's eyes were on him. Ron gave a weary smile and retreated to poking his eggs as Hermione gave him a disapproving look. "Honestly," she muttered.

Later…

"Honestly, Ron," Hermione said in her ranting voice. "Give him a little privacy at the breakfast table. You know perfectly well that the whole school is alert to what happens to Harry."

"Well, he looked very distracted, Hermione," Ron spat back. "At least I talked to him. The whole school is staring at him like those Muggles in a Muggle zoo. They just stare and stare and stare."

"I agree with Ron," a voice stated. The Invisible Marauders followed the Trio around whenever they can. "At least show a bit of friendly talking and all that."

"Sirius, it's better if they just keep those things to themselves when the whole house is listening," Lily Evans muttered. "And keep your voice down. People would think the Ghost of Pranksters Past were following Harry."

They heard a snort of laughter from James as they made their way up the stairs to Gryffindor Tower. "Honestly," Lily and Hermione muttered in unison. The rest of their trip to the Dormitory was in silence and the only sounds were the tap tap tap of their shoes on the wood. "Well," Ron muttered, breaking the silence, once again. "Did you have those dreams?"

Harry sighed as he thought of the dream one last time…

The place was dimly lit, but Harry could make out that he was sitting in some sort of garden. The lush green grass has shadows spilt onto them by the tall collection of trees that hung over him. The trickling sound of a small stream rang in his ears, the tranquility was beautiful and peaceful. He looked down and saw himself stringing a daisy chain for some reason. There was a small girlish giggle coming from somewhere and a rustle in the leaves. "Vanessa," he found himself mutter as he placed the daisy chain around a glistening head of platinum blonde. The beautiful angel laughed again and rewarded him with a warm embrace. The silvery blue eyes looked into his and then…

He woke up, in a tangle of his own bed sheets and blankets covering his body. The sound of his voice in the dream rang through his head. That wasn't his voice… But he had heard it somewhere… Somewhere, a long time ago…

"Well, Harry?" Hermione muttered. "Are you going to tell us your dream?"

Harry let a sigh escape his lips. "Okay," he muttered, telling them everything he could remember…

Over a hundred miles away, a very tensed Tom Riddle sat on the black leather armchair, resting his head on his left palm and staring into the gold and crimson flames in the fireplace. As if in some hypnotic trance, he closed his eyes and let his thoughts overwhelm him. He needed to attack Hogwarts. He didn't know why, but he needed to, for some reason that he couldn't recall. Why can't I remember? What should I do? I must level up to my previous form, but how the bloody Hell am I supposed to do that if I can't remember a single decent strategy to attack Hogwarts? Think, Tom! Think!

Collapsing back onto the back of the chair, he pressed his palms to his face. Letting out a tired and frustrated groan, his thoughts hit him hard in the head. He let out a chuckle. Destroying something from within? Destroying something from within!

Jumping to his feet, the young Tom Marvolo Riddle smirked as he devised his brilliant plan. To crumble Hogwarts from the inside out! "And this time," he muttered to himself. "No one will be spared. No life shall remain untouched and no passageway be unsearched until I have every single person in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry dead!

Letting out an evil laugh, Tom walked from the room, his plan fresh in his mind.

This is the time to act!

Hogwarts will see its dying day and I, Voldermort, will vanquish it into the darkness!

(A/N: I know, shorter than most of my chapters, but either way, better than nothing! But, reviews must come. At least five more reviews or When Two Times will be discontinued)