Harry was a little confused when he woke up the next morning. He looked around and saw Sirius sleeping on a bed next to him. The bed on the other side of him was neatly made. Harry suddenly remembered what happened the night before. He quietly slid onto Sirius's bed.

"Are you okay, Harry?" Remus asked quietly.

"I'm fine," Harry said. "I just want to make sure he's alive."

Sirius groaned.

"I guess he's alive," Harry said. "I hope he's not hurt."

He sat next to Sirius and looked him over as if checking for injuries. Harry suddenly felt himself being pulled down, and the next thing he knew, he was laying on the bed with Sirius sitting above him, tickling him.

"Stop," Harry managed to gasp between laughs.

"So, am I okay?" Sirius asked.

"I guess so," Harry said. "I'm sorry I freaked out last night."

"Don't be sorry," Sirius said. "Everyone needs some drama in life."

"Are you okay?" Remus asked again.

"I'm fine," Harry said. "I'm just embarrassed. Now the whole school knows I'm crazy."

"You're not crazy," Sirius said.

"Everyone probably thinks I am," Harry told him.

"I know your friends, and they do not think you're crazy," Remus said confidently. "They don't know about the dream, but they all know you have Tom in your head and you defeat him on a daily basis. The fact that you let him through once or twice doesn't make them think any less of you. Are you going to breakfast?"

"I guess I have to," Harry said. "I don't want to face everyone again."

"Do you want me to stay?" Sirius asked.

"I'm fine now," Harry told him. "Thanks again for last night."

Sirius hugged Harry and left the school. Harry walked with Remus to the great hall.

"If anyone gives you trouble, let me know," he said before leaving him to walk to his table.

Dumbledore was the first one to approach Harry at breakfast. He walked over, looked in his eyes, and said, "You're much better now. You just needed a good night's sleep." Harry was relieved when Dumbledore went back to the head table.

"Are you okay now?" Hermione asked him after he sat down.

"I'm fine," Harry said, annoyed at the attention he was getting. "I'm sorry I freaked out last night."

"I'm curious," Hermione said quietly. "Why would you take me to the ministry in your dream?"

"You're the most talented witch in our year," Harry said. "Who else could defeat Tom?"

Hermione blushed.

"You really shouldn't go to sleep without doing occlumency," she told him. "If we ever study together again, I'm going to keep reminding you to do it."

"Thanks," Harry said sheepishly.

Ron listened quietly to their conversation.

"Any time you need me to fight Tom with you, let me know," he said smiling.

"I'll remember," Harry said. "You were very brave last night, even if it was only a dream."

"How was I?" Ginny asked.

"You were amazing," Harry told her. "You did the best bat bogey hex on a death eater."

Ron and Ginny laughed.

"I guess I should be happy you're dreaming about me," Ginny teased.

"What was I doing there?" Neville asked.

"Are you kidding?" Harry asked him. "Bellatrix is Tom's most dangerous supporter. You're the best one to take her down. If she ever escapes Azkaban, we're going to hunt her down together. She did to your family what Tom did to mine."

"So we fought her together?" Neville asked.

"Of course," Harry said. "There were tons of death eaters there. We all fought bravely."

"I would love to really get a shot at her," Neville said. "Pay her back for what she did to my parents."

"She's getting her payback in Azkaban," Harry told him. "Hopefully, she'll live a long horrible life there to pay for what she did, but if she ever breaks out, we'll take her on. After the way you fought last night, I know you can handle her."

"It's good to know I'm not the only one with nightmares," Neville said shyly.

"Everyone who suffered has nightmares," Harry said. "I dream about my parents' death all the time. The freaky thing is that I saw it all from Tom's point of view, including his journey to my parents' house. Sirius dreams about his days in Azkaban. Professor Lupin was viciously attacked as a child and he still dreams about it. Dumbledore dreams about his sister's death which he witnessed. You could put things out of your mind all day, but at night, you lose control of your brain, and all your bad thoughts come back. That's why I have to do occlumency at night. Because of who left a piece of himself inside me, it's dangerous for me to have certain thoughts."

When leaving the great hall, Harry met Luna.

"I also have dreams," she told him.

"Did you also suffer?" Neville asked.

"My mum died when I was nine," Luna said. "But I know I'll see her in the next world."

"You were very brave in my dream," Harry told her. "You helped us fight a bunch of death eaters. You were the only one who didn't show any sign of fear, and you didn't get hurt. If there really would be a war going on, I would make sure to stay near you."

"Do you think your dream will come true?" Luna asked.

"It's not possible to come true," Harry said. "Voldermort was already destroyed, and he was in my dream."

Harry kept repeating that to himself throughout the day.

The next day, Harry was accosted by Malfoy.

"Is what they said true?" Draco asked.

"I don't know what they said," Harry told him.

"I was walking behind Dean and Seamus," Draco said. "They were saying you were possessed by the dark lord because he left a piece of himself in your head. Is that like the diary?"

"I don't know if Dumbledore wants me to explain it," Harry said.

"How many things like the diary did the dark lord make?" Draco asked.

"Six," Harry said, "But four were destroyed."

"And you're one of them?" Draco asked incredulously.

"The thing that Voldermort put in the diary isn't meant to be put in a person," Harry explained. "Since I have my own brain, I have the strength to resist Voldermort. I usually block his thoughts completely although before I learned how, I managed to live a normal life with his thoughts happening alongside mine. The only reason he had any power that night was because I spent several weeks staying up all night studying, and I didn't have the energy to fight him off."

"That's scary," Draco said.

"Please don't tell anyone," Harry said.

"So how do I know if you get possessed?" Draco asked.

"When I first met you, I knew that Voldermort wanted you as a death eater. He already decided that on your sixteenth birthday, he will give you your dark mark as a present. I don't think I'll ever become possessed again, but if I ever ask you if you're a death eater, you'll know I'm being paranoid. That happens more than becoming possessed. If I ask you, just show me your arm."

"Why?" Draco asked.

"So I'll know you're not a death eater," Harry said.

"What's in it for me?" Draco asked.

"I told Snape to hit me over the head and knock some sense into me if I ever accuse him again. Would that work for you?" Harry asked him.

"How about you let me win at quidditch instead?" Draco said.

"That wouldn't be fair to the other Gryffindors," Harry told him. "If you want, I could practice with you."

"Okay, I'll decide each time that happens if I want to practice with you or if I want to beat you up," Draco said.

"Don't beat me up," Harry said. "If you do anything that leaves marks, you'll get in trouble."

"I'll keep that in mind," Draco said.

He was whistling happily when he walked away from Harry. Harry couldn't help wondering if he just made the biggest mistake in his life.