...

How did he get here? Harrison looked around the area he was in. It was a field but not one he recognized. White flowers surrounded him and there were faint scents just on the edge of his sense of smell. Where was he? Was this a dream?

Harrison moved around the field allowing his hands to run across the flowers. They were light brushing against his palm. It felt real. His occlumency shields were up and exactly as strong as they were supposed to be. The wind whispered around him. It ruffled his hair and he could almost hear something on it.

This had to be a dream. Right? Wasn't the best way to realize something was a dream was when you couldn't remember how you got there? Yet he didn't think that he would have this much feeling in a dream.

There was a brush against his occlumency shields. He flinched visibly and searched around the dreamscape. It was barely a brush and should not have caused such a reaction from him. But it was unexpected as he wasn't staring at anything or anyone. So how?

"Brother..." Came a breathy whisper just on the edge of his hearing.

There wasn't anything in the whisper that would indicate whether it was a man or a woman. Harrison turned in a circle trying to find what that was. Still he couldn't see anything to indicate who or what may have called to him. All he knew was that it couldn't be his siblings. They didn't have the training to do Mind Arts. Much less long distance Mind Arts.

As he finished his circle only to find a wolf in front of it. It was huge almost the size of a full grown werewolf. The fur was dark brown and its eyes were bright gold. Instinctively he stepped back a flash of fear in his green eyes. Unbeknownst to him there was just a hint of amber in them.

"Where..." He didn't get the chance to finish the question.

"Brother," came the whisper again.

"What?" He asked.

He didn't get an answer as the world faded to black around him.

...

Harrison shot up from his bed in his room his heart was in his throat with fear. Head on a swivel he searched for any threats. The wolf was nowhere to be seen and he was alone as he should be in his room. It took several moments for his heart rate to lower.

What the hell kind of dream was that? It was nothing like he had ever seen before. A horrifying thought came to him. Was it even a dream? If it wasn't then what was it? His heart rate jumped again.

Then his rational brain decided to kick in. There was no way that it was anything but a dream. He was not a seer or any of the sort. Visions didn't just appear without a reason. Something he didn't have.

He took a few calming breaths before he glared at his bed. There was no way that he would return to sleep tonight. Or this morning he realized when he cast a silent tempus. It was two in the morning.

Changing from his pajamas into a white button down shirt and black jeans. For a moment he considered leaving the robes behind before deciding against it. The professors frowned upon not wearing robes even outside of classes. It was an etiquette within the Wizarding World. So he chose a lightweight robe and threw it on.

Then he walked out of his room and down the stairs into the common room. The House of Lupus was on the east side of the castle and had three floors. Unlike what he had heard about Hogwarts dorms weren't password protected. When a student joined a House the Guardians' magic intertwined with theirs. That would allow only those belonging to the House to enter unless invited.

Rooms were single beds with a desk in one corner and a dresser in the other. They didn't have to share rooms as the school added more if they were needed. First-year rooms were near the top of the stairs while those in their final years were near the bottom.

The middle floor was a common room where students could get together. It had a warm open feeling that lessened any homesickness they may feel. There was a billboard near the entrance that had activities and noticed posted on it.

The final floor was a dueling room where they could practice magic. There were dummies that would show their mastery of any spell aimed at it. The best part was that they didn't need permission to use it. Every part of the room was protected by wards that unless you were on the dueling platform kept you from attacking each other.

As soon as Harrison walked into the empty Common Room the fireplace came to life. Almost immediately it began to warm the room pleasantly. Harrison didn't pause in his stride as he headed towards the entrance. The door opened allowing him out into the hallway. The hallways were lit by torchlight during the evening even well after curfew. A few portraits who were awake gave him warm greetings before returning to what they had been doing before.

With a quiet return in greeting Harrison headed for the library. He wanted to see what he could find on the subject of dreams.

...

Two hours after he arrived in the library he was approached by a yawning XIII Hunter. The boy was two months older than him and three inches taller. He had midnight black hair and blue eyes. While Harrison had lean muscle XIII was stocky. When they were first put in the same house there was something of a rivalry between them. Battle Master Regulus Black, Harrison's uncle forced them together by giving Hunter an ultimatum. Either he made his own Battle Mage team or he joined Harrison's. Too lazy to control his own XIII had reluctantly joined him.

XIII grumbled tiredly, "What are you doing here? It is four in the fucking morning."

Harrison shrugged as he showed the book he pulled from the shelves.

For a moment XIII stared at it stupidly before he groaned, "Okay let me try this again. Why the fuck are you reading a book on divination at four in the morning?"

"What do you know about dreams?" Mused Harrison still avoiding the question.

XIII's eye twitched as he answered, "Not much. What does that have to do with anything?"

Harrison explained the dream. Confusion crossed the other's face as he listened. Out of all his friends he had the feeling only XIII or Jacob could help him. XIII was a born werewolf and Jacob was a skinwalker.

After a moment he said, "Let me talk to my father. I'm not sure what this is but he may know."

Harrison nodded and replied, "Sounds good. Thank you, XIII."

"Don't thank me yet," he waved it off, "My dad might not know either. You might have to ask Stryker."

Harrison sighed, "I figured. When it is a more reasonable hour I'll go up to the Leo's rooms and see if they will wake him up for me. Knowing Jacob he won't be awake until noon."