He was in a long, poorly lit, marbly black corridor. Again.

As he slithered on the black marble floor, he felt purpose. He was after something. Something he wants badly. No, something he needs.

Once again, he was on the floor. A snake.

He sensed the presence of someone. Danger. It's a man.

Mr. Weasley.

Harry jumped at him, sinking his teeth into his flesh. Once. Twice. And, thrice.

He watched as Mr. Weasley fell to the floor, weak and wounded.

And… he wakes up.

He's startled. He's catching his breath, looking around him. He reaches to the bunk bed bed above him: Draco's bed.

"Draco," he nudges him, whispering. "Draco!"

"Mhmm?" Draco remained asleep.

"Draco!" He nudged him harder this time. "Wake up!"

"What's up?" Draco finally woke up. He sat up, rubbing his eyes.

"I think Mr. Weasley might be in danger."

Draco looks at hims confused. "What do you mean?"

"I saw it in a dream."

"Do you mean the Dark Lord's-" Draco started asking.

"Shush!" Harry shushed him, looking around in fear of someone hearing him.

"You have to go to Dumbledore."

Harry knew he was right. And so, they ran to Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore was in his sleeping robes, but fully awake, when they knocked at his door.

"Mr. Weasley," Harry said before Dumbledore could say anything. "He's in danger."

Dumbledore stared at him for a long second before inviting him in.

"Tell me everything." Dumbledore said, as he sat down behind his desk.

Harry told him about the dreams, leaving the part about being the snake out, about the flashes of Voldemort's thoughts and feelings, and how realistic they've been feeling to him.

"Kingsley." Dumbledore turned to one of the portraits behind him. The headmaster in the portrait simply nodded and disappeared out of it. Then, he turned to another: "Get Minerva." The other headmaster did the same. He, then, turned to Harry.

"Thank you for telling me, Mr. Potter." He said, still not looking him in the eye. "You can go back to your dorm now."

Harry's anger towards Dumbledore has been bubbling for months now. He put him back in 4 Privet Drive and ignored him all summer and since the beginning of the school year, and, on top of that, he's been keeping him in the dark. What is Voldemort up to? What is the order up to? What is it that Voldemort is after from wherever Harry was in his dream?!

"What about Mr. Weasley?" Draco asks.

Professor McGonagall, also in her sleeping robes and clearly just woken up yet still composed, arrived before Dumbledore could answer Draco.

"Minerva, could you go get the Weasley ki-" Dumbledore started saying.

"ANSWER HIS FUCKING QUESTION!" Harry screamed at Dumbledore, startling Draco in the process.

Dumbledore looked up, surprised by Harry's shouting. Their eyes meet for a second, but Dumbledore breaks eye contact almost immediately.

"LOOK ME IN THE EYES YOU COWARD!"

"And if you could escort Mister Potter and Malfoy back to their dorms that'd be great!" He asked McGonagall, still not looking up.

"I'M NOT DONE TALKING TO YOU!"

"Yes, you are."

"Hey," Draco touched his arm, which seemed to calm him just enough.

Harry looked at Draco. Draco had a sympathetic look on his face. Not pity, but sympathy. It felt like Draco felt his pain, understood his anger, and validated him. He looked back, peering into those gray soulful eyes.

"Let's go." Draco calmly said.

"Okay." Harry agreed. He was drained and on the verge of crying and in dire need to just get out of there.

On their way out, Harry overheard McGonagall tell Dumbledore off for how he treated him. At least she's on his side.

Once they were back in the Slytherin common room, Harry just collapsed into Draco's arms and cried. Draco just sat there, holding him.