Terrifying dream or not, it definitely didn't go away.

Harry woke up in the worst way possible, by someone dumping cold water on his head. Unfortunately, at the time, Harry was slightly preoccupied by the fact that a) he hadn't had any dreams that night! and b) he did not know how the person who dumped water on him even got into his dorm (as mentioned before at some point, Dumbledore's security measures for the safest place in Britain were questionable at best.).

So, at that point in time, Harry did nothing but splutter and curse, before finding out that he was late for breakfast and classes. Ron, his wonderful mate, left him behind because he was sleeping so peacefully? To quote Hermione - 'Honestly, Ronald?'

So, he rushed through getting ready, he ended up looking like a walking-talking disaster (though his hair did look normal), and he had to skip breakfast (the most important meal of the day guys, even his aunt preached that!). To make it all better, he had Potions as his first class, with Professor Snape as his teacher.

"Ready to die yet?" Bill asked, lounging on the common room couch. How did no one notice that he was lounging in the common room? "You have Potions first. Would you like Freddie and Georgie to set off some pranks in your name?"

Yeah, no thanks. He didn't sign up for this. Next time, honest to Merlin, he's checking every inch of every page with a magnifying glass, and then referring to every other book with the spell and inspecting those pages as well. Why, you ask? That's excessive, you say! Imagine Lucius Malfoy lounging on your couch, three years after he practically killed you and two months after he supported your arch-nemesis. It was very, very creepy. Also, why couldn't Harry get Merlin or for that matter, even Salazar Slytherin to help him?

"Late to class, Mr. Potter! Fifty points from Gryffindor!" Snape said, as soon as he entered the caver… room. "I suppose you think yourself too prestigious to be on time?"

Harry mentally rolled his eyes, because he might be a Gryffindor, but he's not stupid enough to roll his eyes in front of Snape. He slept in, which is better than not sleeping in his opinion, but like that would matter to Snape.

Anyways, after the disastrous Potions lesson (Neville and Seamus blew up the cauldron, Ron's was spewing something that was definitely poisonous, Hermione's was perfect as usual. His potion just got vanished by Snape, for being too dramatic.), followed by an equally disastrous Transfiguration lesson (he definitely did not get his father's transfiguration skills because he gave Ron a pumpkin head instead of turning Ron's hair purple), followed by Care of Magical Creatures (which might have been the worst because they were doing utterly boring unicorns. Okay, unicorns were interesting, but they don't like guys and Harry is apparently no exception to that rule.), Harry was finally free!

Now, Harry's main task was to hunt down his helpers. Or maybe he should call them minions? He could always call them fluke accidents, but that made them sound like his children and they were all older than him. Some by more than 20 years. Hunting them down took him less time than anticipated, he was hoping for more time to figure out what to say, but Fred and George found him in less than a minute. It took them less than a minute to find him when he set foot in Hogwarts! And they didn't even have the Marauder's Map!

"So, Harrykins -" one of them started. (Harry promptly gave up on figuring out who was who.)

"What'd you need help with?"

"I mean, you did ramble a bit,"

"Last night, but you see,"

"We were slightly more focused on the fact,"

"That Bill was here,"

"And Lucius Malfoy,"

"And Rabastan Lestrange."

"And Regulus Black,"

"And whoever that Van Bran guy was."

"So, we were just curious,"

"As to why we suddenly,"

"Oh, yes, very suddenly,"

"Have memories that are old,"

"Much older than even Hogwarts."

"And of course,"

"Whether we are allowed to use these memories."

"To do stuff, like I don't know,"

"Prank people,"

"Turn their hair blue,"

"Or green,"

"Or black teeth,"

"And pink skin,"

"And -"

"Fred, George. Do shut up!" A voice interrupted them. Harry looked up and saw Bill, but why was he swaying so much? And why was the Earth spinning?

He blinked.

He took a moment to reorient himself.

Oh, thank Merlin and all the gods that exist for Bill. Fred and George had sandwiched him and proceeded to do a rapid-fire twin-speak, all the while transporting him to this fancy room, whatever it was called, wherever it was. He almost clutched his head, because twin-speak was very, very dizzying and he was now nauseous and hypnotized. Never mind, he did clutch his head and bend down to sit. His head was just spinning worse and worse and worse and worse, and he didn't remember anything else.

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