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A/N: Okay, so in this chapter, I am adding a different POV and it might happen again in later chapters! Just thought I would let you all know!

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Chapter 5: Nightmares and Realizations

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Harry was nine years old. All he could feel was pain. Pain and misery. He couldn't understand why one small thing could set off so much anger from his Uncle. Vernon was on a full on rampage, no thanks to Harry accidently burning Dudley's birthday dinner. The small nine year old was lying on the hall way floor, curled in a small fetal position, with his fuming Uncle standing above him, belt raised high.

"BOY! YOU ARE GONNA PAY! YOU RUINED DUDLEY'S DINNER! YOU RUINED HIS DAY!" Vernon yelled, spit flying all over.

"I-I'm sorry, Uncle," Harry whimpered, closing his eyes, waiting for the blow to come.

"Oh you'll be sorry alright!" Vernon yelled, bringing the belt down on Harry's bare back. Harry bit his lip, trying not to yell out. One blow after another came down on his back. Then it all ended and Harry was thrown back into his cupboard and locked in for the rest of the night…

The next memory faded to this past summer, when his Uncle started hitting him again after losing his job.

"FREAK! GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!" Uncle Vernon yelled loudly, making Harry jump out of his seat.

As Harry made his way downstairs, he took one look at his Uncle and was tempted to run right back upstairs. Aunt Petunia was standing by the stairs, glancing out of the window by the front door, making sure the neighbors weren't listening in. Once Harry, a bit reluctantly, made it to the bottom step, his Uncle grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. Harry lost his breath for a second as spots danced in front of his eyes, losing focus for a second. Harry then looked into the angry eyes of his uncle.

"FREAK, YOU MADE ME LOSE MY JOB!" His Uncle yelled, as he shook Harry. Harry couldn't speak. He was too petrified as his Uncle's face turned a deep shade of red.

"But, I-I didn't-" Harry didn't get a chance to finish his sentence, as Vernon slapped Harry right in the face, knocking him straight to the floor, his glasses getting knocked askew. Harry backed up against the wall, as Vernon towered over him…

"Harry! Harry, wake up!"

Harry gasped as he shot up straight from his bed, his blankets tied all around him from thrashing on his bed. He felt a hand on his shoulder and without thinking, he flinched back, backing away against the headboard of his four poster from the unknown being. He wrapped his arms around his knees and rocked himself back and forth, trying to control his breathing.

"Harry! It's me! Calm down!" The voice then sounded familiar and Harry looked up and groaned, realizing it was only his best friend, Ron.

"S-sorry Ron," Harry whispered, uncurling himself. He felt so ashamed. He couldn't believe he acted like that to Ron of all people. "Bad dream…"

Ron looked at him skeptically. "Are you sure Harry? That seemed like more than just a bad dream. It took me quite a while to wake you up," Ron said, looking at his friend with a worried expression on his face.

"Yeah, don't worry," Harry said, his eyes meeting Ron's, giving him a slight grin that didn't meet his eyes. "Let's get back to bed before we wake the rest of the dorm."

"If you're sure…" Ron asked, not believing that Harry was truly alright. "You know you can tell me anything, right Harry?"

Harry was starting to get annoyed. "Ron, it's nothing, okay? Don't worry about me," Harry said, laying back down and facing away from Ron. He heard Ron sigh, as he made his way back to his own bed. Soon, Ron's snores resonated with everyone else's but Harry knew he wasn't going to go back to sleep at all that night. Harry carefully laid down on his back and stared at the ceiling. His nightmares had returned during the summer, each one bringing back some of the worst beatings he had received while he was younger. He hated having to relive all of them. It was already bad enough he had to live through them once. Harry sighed, as he turned to his side to look at the clock on his bedside table. 3:04 am. He closed his eyes and willed for sleep to come. Finally, a half hour later, Harry fell into a restless sleep.

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Ron laid awake is his four poster bed after he had woken Harry up from whatever nightmare he had. He has never seen Harry after a nightmare that bad before. It definitely scared Ron more than anything. He knew he had to talk to Hermione about it. Ron knew there was something wrong with Harry. Sitting back and doing nothing was definitely out of the question. With these thoughts swirling through his mind, he turned to his side and fell back to sleep.

A few hours later, he woke up earlier than the rest of his dorm mates. He looked over at Harry's bed and saw that he was still sleeping. So he quietly got out of bed, changed and went down to the common room, praying that Hermione was already awake. As soon as he made it down to the bottom of the stairs, he sighed in relief. Hermione was already in there, looking through one of her books. She looked up and saw Ron walking over to her.

"Ron? What are you already doing up?" Hermione asked, knowing very well that Ron usually wouldn't be up for another hour or so.

Ron didn't say anything at first. He just sat down on the couch across from Hermione, putting his elbows on his knees, finger clasped together trying to get his thoughts in order. He then looked at her. "Harry had a nightmare last night," Ron said, trying to keep his voice as even as possible.

Hermione looked at Ron like he was crazy. "Okay…? And why do you look so worried about it? Nightmares are normal," Hermione said, looking back at her book.

"This wasn't a normal nightmare, Hermione!" Ron said, raising his voice. "Harry looked terrible! He was trashing all over his bed…" Ron paused, hoping that what he heard wasn't true. "…and I heard him saying 'I'm sorry Uncle Vernon.' When I finally woke him up, he acted as if he was scared of me. Like I was going to hurt him or something…" Ron trailed off, looking at his feet.

Hermione at that point looked up from her book, worry seen in her eyes. She put her book down and looked at Ron. "Are-Are you sure?" Hermione asked.

Ron nodded his head, still not looking at Hermione. Ron knew Harry had it bad at his Aunt and Uncle's but never would he have imagined that Harry would be abused by his Uncle. "Do you think we should bring it up to him?" Ron asked, looking at Hermione.

Hermione, who had tears in her eyes, didn't know how to answer that. "I honestly don't know, Ron," she said. "I mean, what if we are jumping to the wrong conclusion?"

Ron didn't know what to say either. They both sat there for the next hour, contemplating what they should do. Soon, the rest of the tower started filtering out of their dorm rooms, heading to the Great Hall for breakfast. Harry finally made his way down as well, spotting Ron and Hermione sitting by the fireplace. As soon and Ron and Hermione saw him, they smiled and stood up.

"Morning mate," Ron said, with a forced smile on his face, patting Harry on the shoulder. Harry suppressed a flinch that didn't go un noticed by his friends. Luckily, they let it go. "Ready for breakfast?"

"Yeah, let's go," Harry said, leading them out of the portrait hole. Hermione and Ron gave each other a worried look and followed Harry out. They were silently debating in their own minds whether or not to bring up the issue to Harry. They really didn't know what to do. They wanted to help their best friend but they also didn't want to say the wrong thing.

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Remus woke up feeling more nervous then ever. Today was his first time teaching and he didnt know how to feel about it. Of course he was happy that Dumbledore had given him this oppotunity of finally having a real job. As he got ready for the day and amde his way to the Great Hall, he had a million thoughts running through his head. What if the students dont like me? What if i mess up? What if I accidently mention that I'm a werewolf? What if Harry...

The thought of Harry suddenly stopped his trail of thoughts. He thought about the picture of him and Harry's parents that was currently occupying his desk in his office and smiled sadly. He missed Harry's parents dearly. The thought of their son being in his class just made him ecstatic. He hoped that a some point this year, he and Harry could have a talk outside of class get to know each other. He couldnt believe that it has been 12 years since he has last seen Harry. Remus shook his head as he made his way into the Great Hall and sat at the teachers table. Dumebledore was the only one sitting at the table, dressed in dark purple robes, drinking a cup of tea and reading the Daily Prophet.

"Good Morning, Remus!" Dumebledore said happily, putting the paper down and looking at his former student. "All ready for your first day?"

"Good morning, Albus!" Remus said, pouring himself a cup of tea. "I certainly hope I am. I'm quite nervous to tell you the truth..."

"That to be expected my dear boy," Dumbledore said, patting Remus on the shoulder. "I know you will be an exceptional addition to the teaching staff." He then turned back to his own breakfast and started eating.

Remus was too nervous and too excited to eat, but he knew that he needed the energy so he immediatly started piling his plate and started eating slowly. His attention then turned to everyone arriving in the Great Hall. More and more students made their way in and sat down at their appropriate tables. He then saw Harry and his two friends enter and he immediatly smiled. Dumbledore must have been watching Remus because he looked at the trio as well.

"Ah those three," Dumbledore said, smiling. "I heard about what happened on the train, Remus. It's a very good thing you happened to be there. Though I am not surprised that the Dementor's affected Mr. Potter. What, with everything that he has gone through..."

Remus stopped listening as he glanced at Harry. He didnt even want to know what the Dementors made Harry relive. Dementors make people relive their worst memories and suck out every ounce of happiness out of you. Remus could only imagine what Harry heard. He had just hoped that Harry didnt relive his parents deaths. It happened so long ago; was it possible for a Dementor to bring up a memory that happened even before you could talk? Remus hoped that it wasn't the case.

A/N: Soooo what did you think? Review please! I hope switching to Ron and Hermione's POV didn't throw anyone off. Thank you again for reading!