Draco, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were out on the grounds enjoying the first beautiful day they had all term. They were sitting underneath a beech tree near the lake; Hermione was quizzing Ron on an upcoming test, while Harry was lying on the grass, his head in Draco's lap. Harry had his Charms book opened and balancing on his chest, but he wasn't really paying attention to it, for Draco was gently stroking his hair, and it felt nice. Harry could slowly feel himself drifting into a comfortable sleep as the warm wind gently drifted across his face. He was hardly aware of his book slipping out of his grip as he lost consciousness to the gentle sounds of the world.

Harry was walking down the same corridor that he has been done multiple times the last couple of month. Even in his dream, he knew he shouldn't be doing this, but he was intrigued by what could possibly be behind the door. He looked around him, making sure that there was no one in the hallway – after the incident with Mr. Weasley, he didn't want to take any chances.

He finally reached the door he was looking for. He took the door knob into his hands once more and tried to pull. But as he expected, it didn't open. Harry stuck his hand into his pocket, hoping he could open it with his wand – when he found that his pocket was empty. He turned around, staring at the ground, hoping that he just dropped it along the way. As it was, he found that it was lying at the other end of the hallway. He made his way towards it, thinking of possible spells he could use to open the door. But just as he bent down to retrieve it, there was a stab of pain in his scar as a voice spoke from all around him.

"Curiosity will get you far, Harry," it said softly.

Harry straightened up fast, his heart hammering against his chest. He looked around him, not wanting to move. The voice spoke again.

"But it can also get you killed,"

Harry looked around him, not knowing where Voldemort could possibly be hiding in a deserted corridor. He waited for the voice to speak again, but when it didn't, he assumed that it was imagined. Harry continued to walk to the door, looking around him, keeping constant vigilance, as Mad-Eye would say. Harry took out his wand and pointed at the door before he remembered that he hadn't thought of a spell to get through. But all of a sudden, the lock gave a click and the door slowly opened a fraction. The hairs on the back of Harry's neck stood on end as he knew that, even in a dream, there was no way that could have happened without him thinking that.

Having the strange feeling of being watched, Harry slowly turned around, his chest rising rapidly with nerves. At first, there was nothing there. But then –

Harry sat straight up, knocking Draco's hand out of the way, startling him.

DRACO'S POV

Draco watched as his boyfriend slowly drifted off, his book falling with a soft thud next to him. He knew that he should wake Harry, for he had a test the next day that he should be studying for, but didn't. Harry hadn't been sleeping too well these couple of weeks and it showed; what with tests, Quidditch practices and games, Occlumency lessons, and those constant nightmares, Draco just didn't have the heart to wake him. Plus, he just looked very peaceful, and it made Draco smile. He continued running his fingers through Harry's untidy hair, making it untidier still.

It was such a pleasant day to be out on the grounds, hanging out with friends and just having a chance outside of the castle, it almost felt criminal to ruin that with homework. Draco was thinking of closing his eyes himself for a few. He leaned his head back against the trunk of the tree he was in front of and was just about to close his eyes, when Harry suddenly jerked awake, knocking his hand out of the way and sitting straight up.

"Babe, are you ok?" Draco asked, for Harry looked quite startled. Harry looked around Draco and then at Ron and Hermione, who were also looking at him in concern. He seemed to take a moment to consider something, before taking a deep breath and covering his face with both his hands.

"Harry? You ok, mate?" Ron asked, both him and Hermione scooting closer to him.

"Yeah, just had a bad dream, is all," Harry said through his hands. Draco exchanged looks with the other two.

"Was it about the corridor again?" Draco asked anxiously. Harry took a moment to consider Draco's question, before uncovering his face and sighing.

"Yeah. But before you say anything, it wasn't my fault!" Harry said defensively, for Hermione looked as though she was going to interrupt to argue while Ron just shook his head in exasperation.

"And I suppose you're going to tell us that you tried your best to get out of there? That you tried changing dreams, or waking up?" Hermione asked, skeptically.

"Well, no," Harry said, not meeting any of their eyes. "But they only seem to happen whenever I have lessons with Snape, and I did have a lesson last night as well as another dream." Harry explained.

"That makes sense, actually," Draco said. "Whenever your mind is constantly being penetrated, it leaves your mind vulnerable until it can fully heal itself."

"Don't encourage him, Draco," Hermione said sternly.

"Oh come off it, Hermione! He's not encouraging anything. What he says makes sense! And anyway, I don't see what's so bad about me wanting to see what's behind that door." Harry said, leaning his head in Draco's lap once more, but not resuming his reading.

"Well clearly there's something you shouldn't see in that room if Dumbledore doesn't want these dreams to continue!" Hermione said, exasperated. Draco sighed, leaning up against the tree and resuming the stroking of Harry's hair. This was a constant argument between the three friends that Draco didn't want to have any part of. Admittedly, he was very curious as to what was behind the door as well. He didn't mention this to Harry in fear of further encouraging him because – again, being of two minds – he also agreed with the others that Harry should at least attempt to put a stop to the dreams. He was scared that there could be another attack like the one of on Mr. Weasley, and although Harry witnessing that saved Mr. Weasley's life, it was still scary all the same.

"What do you think, Hun?" Harry asked. Draco broke out of his thoughts to glance down at Harry, who was gazing up at him.

"I'm sorry, what?" Draco asked, not having heard the question.

"What do you think of the dreams?" Harry asked.

"Oh, I'm staying out of it," Draco said without hesitation.

"You always say that," Harry said irritatedly, rolling his eyes. Draco chose not to comment on this. He knew how argumentative Harry could get and did not want to get into a fight with him.

"Listen, it's starting to get a little chilly, why don't we go inside and get some dinner?" Draco suggested, hoping to steer them away from the dream and other arguments. The others agreed and started packing up their things, heading towards the Great Hall.

Nearly a week had passed without Harry experiencing a single dream of the corridor or door. However, this was due more to over exhaustion rather than an actual effort to put a stop to the dreams. Ron and Hermione were thrilled to hear of his lack of dreaming, and Draco stayed neutral as always, much to Harry's annoyance. He wished Draco could at least show some sort of interest in the matter like his two best friends did. But he chose not to say anything; he knows how Draco can work himself into a temper, and there was just no use to talking with him when he was in one.

As much as Harry did not want to go to classes today, he reluctantly headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast, where he met Ron and Hermione already halfway through their bacon and eggs.

"You look exhausted, Harry," Ron said through a mouthful of toast. He pushed a mug of coffee towards him.

"No thanks," Harry said, pushing the mug to the side of him. "I think I'm just going to have toast." He picked up an already buttered piece and took a bite; it felt rubbery in his mouth, and he realized he wasn't that hungry. Harry put the toast down and laid his head on the table.

"You ok, Harry? Didn't you sleep last night?" Hermione asked, watching Harry as he turned his head to look at her, though his eyes were closed.

"Not really. I haven't really been able to sleep all week."

"Maybe you should go back to bed," Ron suggested.

Hermione threw Ron a shocked looked. "Honestly, Ron, it's not as though Harry is sick or anything!"

"He can barely keep his head up, Hermione!" Ron said, pointing at Harry.

"I'll go to Defense Against the Dark Arts, but if I have trouble getting through that class consciously, then I'm skipping for the rest of the day." Harry said, somehow managing to lift himself up from the table. The trio headed to their first class of the day, choosing to sit at the back so that if Harry did nod off, Umbridge wouldn't catch him and put him in detention. They took their seats and watched as the classroom slowly started filling up, though reluctantly as no one quite enjoyed that class.

As they were told retrieve their books and continue with whatever chapter they were supposed to read, Harry didn't even bother to get his out. He could already tell this was a bad idea as he was losing the battle of trying to keep his eyes open. He gently laid his head on his desk and was soon asleep.

"Harry. Harry, wake up!"

Harry was awoken from his dreamless sleep to find that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was quickly emptying of students. Hermione and Ron were standing by Harry's desk, looking just as wary as he felt. He picked his head up from the desk, wiping the drool from his face.

"Was I asleep the whole time?" Harry asked, as he grabbed his bag and stood up.

"You were out before Umbridge even finished giving instructions," Ron said as they made their way out of the room. Their next class was Divination and Harry definitely knew he wouldn't be able to stay awake in that class, especially it being as hot as it was.

"Listen, I think I'm going to go back the Tower. When you see Draco later in Potions can you tell him that I'll just see him later for our walk?" Harry asked, not looking forward to the walk back to Gryffindor tower.

"Of course, Harry." Hermione said, looking at Harry sympathetically.

"Feel better, mate." Ron said, following Hermione towards the dungeons.

Harry slowly made his way back to the portrait hole, dragging his feet. He barely stifled a yawn as he said the password and the Fat Lady swung open. He entered the common room, glancing around the room; it was deserted, everyone at their lessons that day. Harry looked at the comfortable and welcoming couches and decided to sleep on them, not really feeling like he could go up another set of stairs. He flopped onto the couch and immediately fell asleep once again.

Harry was in the corridor once more. He glanced this way and that, making sure it was completely deserted before he made his way to the locked door once more. Except, when he reached the door, he found that it wasn't locked; it was left slightly ajar. Harry's heart started to race as he gently pushed the door open, revealing the dark room inside. Harry took out his wand and lit it as he slowly entered the room.

Harry realized the room wasn't all that dark, there was, in fact, a slight blue twinge to the room. This was caused by what looked like thousands upon thousands of small glass orbs scattered throughout the room on shelves. Harry walked curiously down a row of these orbs, wondering why they were important enough to be locked out of sight. Harry stopped to inspect them more closely, when there was a scream.

"No! I will never tell you!" A scared voice screamed.

"No? Of course, if you don't, I have others I can go after…" a cold voice was saying calmly.

A cold shiver went down Harry's back. He knew that voice. And the person Voldemort was torturing sounded eerily familiar. Harry ran down the aisle he was in, looking for the location of the voices.

"You'll have to kill me, then!" the scared voice was saying. "Because I'll never tell you!"

Harry increased his speed as he realized that it was Draco was Voldemort's victim. He rounded the corner to find Draco on the ground, jerking in pain, Voldemort's wand pointed at him. Harry's heart dropped as Draco let out an earsplitting cry of pain. Harry whipped out his wand, pointing it at Voldemort; but when he tried to cast a spell, he found that nothing came out. Voldemort looked up from the writhing Draco, at Harry. He gave Harry his coldest smile yet and let out a hair-raising laugh.

"Harry! Harry! Wake up!" Harry awoke with a start, Voldemort's laugh still ringing in his ears. He looked around I confusion; he was still in the common room in Gryffindor Tower. Hermione and Ron were leaning over him, looking positively frightened. Harry was suddenly aware that he was shaking uncontrollably, yet he was covered in sweat.

"What happened? Why were you screaming?" Ron asked in alarm.

"It's Draco! He's got Draco!" Harry shouted, standing up quickly, causing Hermione and Ron to step back in alarm.

"Who's got Draco?" Hermione asked, confused.

"Voldemort! I just saw him torturing Draco!" Harry yelled once more, closing his tightly to try and remember the dream he had. It had seemed so real, just like the vision with Mr. Weasley.

"You mean you had another dream?" Hermione asked once more, sounding a little less concerned.

"Yes, but this one was real! Just like with your dad, Ron!" Harry yelled, wanting the two to take him seriously. Hermione and Ron exchanged significant looks.

"But Harry, that's impossible. We were just with Draco twenty minutes ago in Potions." Ron said slowly, as though he was speaking to a child who didn't understand something. "How could he have gotten from here to London in twenty minutes?"

"I don't know!" Harry said, starting to feel confused. "I know what I saw, though!"

"We're not doubting what you saw, but it was also a dream you were having could very well be just that – a dream." Hermione said, trying to get Harry to understand what she was saying.

"If it'll make you feel better, we can go and find Draco and see that he really is here," Ron suggested.

"Aren't you two meeting for your walk, anyway?" Hermione asked.

"That's right! I forgot!" Harry said, his heart starting to hammer in his chest once more. He hopped against hop that he what he experienced was really a dream. He headed out of the portrait hole, the others following in his wake.

Harry and Draco usually met right at the Great Doors before they went on their walks. Checking his watch, Harry saw that it was nearly five in the afternoon; he hadn't realized that he had slept all day. When they reached the double doors, Harry looked around frantically at the passing students heading towards the Great Hall for Dinner - so far, Draco was nowhere to be seen. This was usually the time they met up, why was he not there yet?

"Calm down, Harry," Hermione said, watching her best friend pacing frantically.

"He'll be here, mate. Just give him a few minutes." Ron said, also scanning the crowd for the blonde Slytherin.

"And if he doesn't show?" Harry asked nervously, not wanting to think of that possibility. But the other two didn't answer, causing Harry to grow more nervous still.

After nearly forty-five minutes, Draco still had not yet showed up. Harry was practically shaking from nerves. "What do we do now?" Harry asked, looking at the other two, who looked just as nervous as he was. Like him, they knew that Draco wasn't one to be late for anything; in fact, he was a very prominent person and hated being late for anything.

"Maybe we should see if he's in the Slytherin dungeon?" Ron suggested.

"And how do you expect us to get in there, Ron?" Hermione asked skeptically.

"I don't know. But we can at least head in that direction and hope we see him," Ron said, shrugging his shoulders.

"It's the only plan we got. Let's go," Harry said, leading the way to the Slytherin dungeons. He knew his way there by heart now, having bringing Draco back there many times after their walks. They were nearly to the stairs that would lead them down to the dungeons, when someone emerged from them. It was Pansy Parkinson. Harry had never felt so happy to see her in his life.

"Parkinson! Hey!" Harry yelled, waving to get her attention. Parkinson looked around curiously until she saw who had called her name. When she saw Harry and his friends, she gave the nastiest look. Harry didn't care as he ran up to her. "Hey, have you seen Draco? He was supposed to meet me about an hour ago, but he hasn't shown up yet."

At first, Pansy just stared at the trio. But then a slow smile started creeping onto her face. "Last time I heard, he was heading off to London." She smirked.

"L-London?" Harry stammered, his stomach completely dropping. "Did he actually say he was leaving for London?"

"No, but Professor Snape pulled him aside after Potions and I heard something about London, his father, and urgent. I guess something must have happened and Draco was needed." Pansy said, still smiling her mischievous smile. With that said, she skipped off passed them, Harry watching her I horror. He turned to look at the other two, who looked just as uncomfortable.

"Well? What now? Draco isn't here, like I said!" Harry said, his voice cracking.

"I'm not sure, Harry. I mean, do you really think you should believe Parkinson?" Hermione asked, biting her lip.

"Well, what else do we have to go on? Draco hasn't shown up and it's not like him to just not show up! He wouldn't do that to, Hermione!" Harry yelled, tears starting to sting his eyes.

"I'm not saying he would, Harry –" Hermione started.

"We need to go to London, to the Ministry of Magic, now! Voldemort was torturing him before, Draco could be even worse off by now!" Harry said, turning around running towards the way they came from. Hermione and Ron followed him, looking even more confused than ever.

"And how do you expect to get to London, exactly?" Ron panted just behind Harry.

"Floo Powder! We'll use Umbridge's office – it's the only fireplace that isn't being monitored!" Harry said, hurtling up the stairs.

"Are you crazy?!" Hermione cried out, holding a stitch in her side. "We'll get caught!"

"Don't worry! I've got a plan!" Harry said, rounding the corner into the hallway where Umbridge's office was located.

Random Student's POV

Joseph Michaels – a third year Slytherin – was walking towards the Slytherin Dungeons, when he saw Harry Potter and his two friends leaving the staircase that lead to the Slytherin Dungeons. It was common knowledge that Harry Potter was dating a fellow Slytherin by the name of Draco Malfoy, although he never actually met him.

As the three Gryffindors ran frantically passed him, he heard them mention You-Know-Who that caused shivers down his back. Potter said Draco was being tortured by You-Know-Who? That he was in London? What was this? They were going to break into the headmistress's office? Joseph felt that he needed to alert someone about this straightaway. Granted, he didn't like Umbridge as much as the next person, but he felt he should at least let Professor McGonagall – the assistant headmistress – know what was going on.

Joseph headed towards Professor McGonagall's office, hoping she was there. When he got there, he heard voices within, and gently knocked on the door. "Enter," a voice said. Joseph opened the door to find a surprising sight. Professor McGonagall wasn't the only one in her office (as he figured, for he had heard voices); Professor Snape was there too, as well as – Draco Malfoy.

"Can I help you?" Professor McGonagall asked.

Joseph, who was staring at Draco, broke out of stumped silence. "Yes, Professor, I just overheard Harry Potter and his friends saying that they were going to London, to the Ministry, to rescue Draco – who obviously isn't there," Joseph said, quickly glancing at Draco.

"What do you mean to rescue Draco? Rescue him from what?" Professor McGonagall asked curiously.

"They said something about you-know-who torturing Draco, and that they were going to use Professor Umbridge's office to get there." Joseph explained. Draco looked at the professors, who exchanged significant looks between them.

"Thank you for informing us. You two are free to go." Professor McGonagall said, dismissing the two students.

Draco's POV

As soon as Draco and the other student left the office, Draco turned around, stopping the boy in his place. "What did Harry say exactly?" Draco asked, trying to keep his voice calm.

"Just what I said; that they were going to London to get you," the boy said, taken aback.

"Alright, thanks!" and with that said, Draco ran towards Professor Umbridge's office, hoping to catch Harry before he left.

Sirius's POV

Sirius was sitting at the table in the dining room, a bottle of Firewhiskey in one hand, thinking. It was very quiet in Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. It was unusual that no one from the Order was there, for there was usually always some sort of project going on that needed to be done. While Sirius always complained about the constant appearances of these random people, he inwardly enjoyed having a full house again. He took a swing of his drink, wincing at the burning sensation that was left in his throat.

Just then, there was a crackling noise, and green flames erupted in the fireplace. Sirius stood up, watching as the green flames died down to reveal Snape. He was taken aback by this; Snape never usually came to headquarters on weekdays.

"Is there something wrong?" Sirius asked, watching Snape closely.

"Where is the rest of the Order?" Snape asked, ignoring Sirius' question.

"Not here, although Remus should be back soon," Sirius said, glancing at the kitchen clock. "What's going on?"

"It's nothing that need concern you," Snape said, not bothering to look at Sirius.

"If it has to do with the Order, than it has to do with me," Sirius said irritatedly. "In case you've forgotten, I'm in the Order too."

"Of course, I forgot. Forgive me if I've mistaken your roll as house sitting for Dumbledore." Snape sneered. Sirius reached into his robes, wrapping his hand around his wand. He was about to pull it out, when the door to the house opened, revealing Remus.

"Ahh, Severus, what brings you here?" Remus asked pleasantly, walking up to the pair of them.

"Remus, it appears Potter has gotten himself into another dangerous situation that requires our assistance." Snape said.

"Harry's in trouble?" Sirius asked, looking fast at Snape.

"Are you able to get in contact with the others?" Snape asked Lupin without so much as a glance at Sirius.

"Yes of course, but Severus, what kind of trouble is Harry in?" Lupin asked, for he could see the hatred starting in Sirius's eyes for his unanswered question.

Snape sighed unpleasantly. "It appears that Potter has failed to listen to me again. He had a dream about Draco Malfoy being tortured by the Dark Lord and whisked himself and his friends to the Ministry to save him. Of course, young Malfoy has been in detention with me the whole time." Snape explained.

"You think that was a false image Voldemort planted to get Harry to go the Ministry?" Sirius asked, as Lupin sent the others a message via a Patronus.

"Precisely. You told them to meet you at the Ministry, Remus?" Snape asked, turning away from Sirius once more.

"Yes. I better head out if I want to catch up with them," Remus said, heading towards the front door.

"I'm coming too," Sirius said, starting to follow Remus, who turned around and put his palm up to stop him.

"It too dangerous for you, Sirius. Dumbledore told you stay and – "

"Dumbledore isn't here right now to tell me what I can or can't do!" Sirius said angrily. "Besides, I'm a grown ass man who can do what he wants! Now my godson is in serious danger and if you think for one second that I'm not going to fight for his safety, than you've got another thing coming! Now let's go, we're wasting time!" Sirius said, and with that said, he changed into his Animagus form, leading the way out the door. Lupin only sighed, following him.

Author's note: Hey guys! Sorry this was an incredibly long chapter! I was going to get rid of the first three pages because I felt as though it was pointless, but at the same time, I really liked it so I hope you did too!