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NOTE: Some of you may be looking at that last chapter, saying: That was short! And all a dream! So cliché! I just wanted to give a little insight to Harry's dis-likeness to Ron. If you've bared with me, thanks. Once again, reviews would be great! Thanks!

Harry's dream was still disturbing him the next morning. He kept looking over to Ron with a very annoyed look.

"What's wrong, Harry?" He asked. Harry just took a deep breath and moved on. He knew Ron didn't really do it, but it really bothered Harry. To Harry's wondering, he went to the library and searched up the spell, "Imperio", because that's what he heard in his dream. Sure enough the definition was, "The Imperius Curse is one of the three Unforgivible Curses. When cast successfully, it places the victim completely under the caster's control."

"What'cha readin' Harry?" Harry heard a deep voice say.

"Oh, nothing Hagrid," Harry said. "Just reading… erm… stuff for Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Well you should know 'em Unforgivibles aren't good, Harry," Hagrid said. "People's bin castin' 'em for years now."

"I know, Hagrid," Harry said. "I just heard this curse, and wanted to see what it means."

"Yeh heard an Unforgivible!" Hagrid exclaimed. "Blimey, Harry! By who?"

"Well, not exactly," Harry began. "It was in my dream last night."

"And yeh've never heard it before?" Hagrid asked. "Ever?"

"No."

"This has gotta be a sign!" He shouted. "I'm gonna have tell Professor Dumbledore, before summat happens Harry!"

"Hagrid, It's fine," Harry said.

"Well, okay…" Hagrid said. "Now yeh'd be best gettin' to yer common room, now. We're leavin' for Hogsmead in a bit."

"Alright, bye Hagrid."

Harry snuck away to his room, quickly, and grabbed his invisibility cloak and The Marauder's Map. Harry found a passage that leads to Honeydukes, and sure enough, 3 quarters of an hour later, he was there. After he snuck upstairs, he found Hermione talking to Cedric Diggory.

"Well, Hermione, since Harry couldn't make it… maybe we can pair up?" He asked. Harry was getting steamed.

"Um, well…" Hermione started.

Harry looked around, and made sure no one was watching, pulled off his cloak, then rushed behind Hermione, and put his arm around her. "Sorry, Cedric. What were you saying?"

"Nothing, Harry. Sorry about that Hermione," Cedric said before walking out.

"I knew you'd make it, Harry!" Hermione hugged him. "We have so many places to go!"

"What about Zonko's?" Harry asked Hermione. She shook her head.

"There are more sophisticated places than that…" She said. "We could get a bite to eat at The Three Broomsticks?"

"But Hermione!" Harry said. "They have screaming yoyos, and ink that writes backwards, and-"

"Okay, okay!" Hermione said. "You can go to Zonko's, AFTER we go on a dinner date to The Three Broomsticks. Alright?"

"Oh, alright, Hermione."

They went into The Three Broomsticks. When looking at the menu, Harry found a drink, Butterbeer. He called a witch to his table.

"Madam Rosmerta at your service. What do you need?" She asked.

"Yeah, is this Butterbeer an alcoholic drink?" Harry asked.

"Oh, no!" Madam Rosmerta said. "Not at all! Let me get you one, on the house for Harry Potter!"

"Psh." Harry heard Draco Malfoy say. "Potter, potter, potter."

"Thanks. Get one for my date too." Harry smiled to Hermione, she smiled back.

"Sure thing!" She said as she ran off.

"So, Harry," Hermione started. "I've been wondering something."

"What's that?"

"Well, you seemed rather odd this morning. You okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, just had a bad dream, that's all," Harry said.

"Oh, okay. Just making sure," said Hermione. "Did you hear about the new-"

"It was Ron." Harry said abruptly.

"What?"

"In my dream," Harry explained. "Ron used the Imperius Curse on me, and he made me say something to you…"

"Tell me, Harry," Hermione said. "What did he say?"

"He made me tell you that… I never loved you." Hermione was dumbstruck.

"I… I'm… I am going to kill him!" Hermione said, then got up from her seat.

"It was just a dream, Mione! It's okay!"

"No it's not okay." Hermione said. "It's not!

Harry had to comfort Hermione for awhile. When their Butterbeers got there, Hermione refused to drink hers. Harry had to drink both of them. She wouldn't talk until it was time to leave. "Go," she said to Harry.

"What?" Harry asked, confused.

"You wanted to go to Zonko's. So go," Hermione said.

"No, Hermione," said Harry. "I want to stay here with you."

"You didn't earlier…" she said.

"No, I did!" Harry shouted, a little loud. "I love you, Hermione! No matter what happened in my dream!"

"Harry," Hermione said. "You really do?"

"Yes! I do!" Harry screamed. "I LOVE YOU!"

There was a flash of blinding white light, and they were suddenly in a cold, blank, white room. The only object there was a wooden desk, and a black, leather chair. Harry looked beside him, Hermione was there. She looked slightly different though. It was almost as if she was a glitch in a video game. One moment she was her, the next she looked younger, then she would look older. Not by much either, just about a year's difference on both.

"Hermione," Harry said, his voice cracking at moments. "What's going on?"

"I don't know, Harry," Hermione said. "But you're changing ages!"

"You are too!" Harry exclaimed. "Is anybody here?!"

Suddenly there was a black, "poof", and a man was sitting at the desk. He had an odd smile, and a shortly cut, white, goatee. He had the brightest white hair too.

"Hello, Harry Potter." He acknowledged Harry. "Hermione Granger." The same.

"Um… hello, sir." Harry said. "What did you do to us?"

"Let me explain…"