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Author Notes: ...Alright! So I decided to repost this under my new screen name! Since this story seemed to be so popular...

Prologue

The Difference between Dreams and Reality

Harry sat quietly, looking out of the cold glass window. It had been almost two weeks since the nightmares had started. They were horrible, and even when he was awake he couldn't forget them. He wished he could, but since when did things go the way he wanted them to?

If everything went how he wanted it to, he wouldn't be living with the Dursleys, who treated him like garbage, rather than their nephew. He wished he could be with Sirius, his godfather, but that wouldn't happen as long as Sirius was a convicted criminal on the run from the Ministry of Magic.

If things went his way, his parents would be alive. If things went his way the Ministry wouldn't be treating him like a spoiled little boy who only wanted to cause trouble, and they would believe Harry when he said that Voldemort was back. And hell, if things went his way, Voldemort wouldn't be back. But things never happened like Harry wanted them too.

In Harry's dreams, he would watch a small, brown hair boy being tortured. He would scream at them to leave the boy alone, to no avail. His hands were mutilated, his blood flowed freely and his eyes, his brilliant blue eyes, were filled with pain and horror.

Harry sighed wearily. He had tried talking to Hermione and Ron about the dreams. Hermione kept telling him to go to Dumbledore and tell him about it, but Harry didn't know if what he saw was real or just a normal nightmare and besides the old man wasn't even making eye contact with him anymore. Either way he wondered who this brunette was and why he kept dreaming about him. Though in truth, Harry thought that this dream was just a dream because why would Voldemort want this kid? What is so special about him?

Harry looked out at the frosty morning and watched the first years throw snowballs at each other for a few minutes before sighing and standing up. He went to the couch, picked up his bag and went down to the Great Hall to look for Ron and Hermione. They had two weeks left before winter break and he was pretty sure that their new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Umbridge, might have some sort of test planned for them, even though Harry really doesn't give a bloody hell about her test or her class anymore.

Professor Umbridge was not a decent teacher at all. She was the type of person that gave small children nightmares about nasty evil things. She had a personality like poisoned honey, and she looked vaguely like a toad. She was a short, old witch with mousey brown hair and a simpering smile. Her face was a pallid, toad like monstrosity, topped off with a pair of prominent, paunchy eyes. She generally wore a pink cardigan, and had several ugly old rings on her fingers. Umbridge was a teacher that was disliked by all the students, aside from the Slytherins. The only reason why those snakes like Slytherins liked her for the fact they would favor anyone that was trying to take control. That maybe one of the reasons why the sorting hat call the Slytherins cunning, for they will always try and favor the ones that are trying to gain power.

Harry disliked Umbridge a lot, mostly because she would call him a liar when he tries to tell people that Voldemort is back, and she would always give him detention when he refused to stay quiet or follow her demands. Even the other teachers disliked Umbridge, but Dumbledore, couldn't fire her because she had technically been hired by the Ministry when Dumbledore couldn't find another DADA replacement. To be honest, Harry thought that Fudge had only put Umbridge in the position to keep an eye on Dumbledore, who he believed was after his job. So Umbridge was there to undermine Dumbledore and his staff and make sure that they weren't going to band together and take down the Ministry of Magic. Fudge was a paranoid man, who thought everyone was after his job.

Harry passed the Weasley twins, who, from the sound of it, were scheming something to aggravate Umbridge again. Harry kind of wanted to help them, but something told him that it wouldn't really be wise to do so.

He reached the Great Hall and saw that Hermione and Ron were there, arguing, of course. He really wished they would stop arguing over trivial things. And even if Snape's being in the Order despite his unknown loyalties wasn't trivial, there still wasn't much they could do about it by arguing.

Harry sighed and watched dully as his two best friends continued bickering about useless topics. He couldn't understand why they wouldn't just admit that they fancied each other. He figured if the dreams didn't drive him insane, they would.

"Hermione, when will you accept that maybe the house elves don't want to be free?" Ron asked, ignoring Hermione's glare.

"Of course they want to be free," Hermione retorted. "Who would want to spend the rest of their lives as slaves?"

"Maybe they do," Ron said slightly annoyed. "They're not actually human, you know. They could see things differently. You should just give up on Spew."

"It's S.P.E.W. The Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare." Hermione corrected angrily. Hermione founded it during their fourth year. "And I won't, not until all of those house elves get paid, just like Dobby." Dobby was a house-elf that Harry had freed from the Malfoy family in his second year. Now Dobby worked in the Hogwarts' Kitchen. Dumbledore was the only one that would employ Dobby and even pay the house-elf for working there. Dobby is extremely glad that he could be near Harry and be able to help him whenever Harry needed help, though in truth Dobby tended to give Harry more trouble than help.

"Not all of the house elves are like Dobby," Ron said, annoyed.

"Well they should be," Hermione said angrily. She picked up her bags and stormed out of the Great Hall.

"Are you two ever going to stop arguing?" Harry asked tiredly.

"Well this whole spew thing is getting ridiculous, especially when the house elves don't want her to help them," Ron said, grabbing another slice of pie.

Harry didn't say anything. His scar was starting to twinge again. He shook his head and looked up to see his best friend watching him with concern.

"Hey mate, you look terrible. Still not sleeping?" Ron asked as Harry rubbed his temples.

"Nope, these nightmares are getting worse," Harry muttered.

"Maybe you should talk to Dumbledore about them," Ron said worriedly.

"No, he has a lot on his mind right now. I won't add this too," Harry replied flatly. "Besides it's just a nightmare."

"You sure these dreams are normal?" Ron said quietly.

"Yes, Ron," Harry said tiredly. He got up from his seat, "I'm going to take walk. I'll meet you in class."

"Alright," Ron said, going back to his lunch after one last concerned glance.

Harry left the Great Hall and headed out into the cold winter air. He decided to see how Hagrid was doing and hoped he hadn't gotten anymore nasty cuts. Ever since Hagrid had returned from his trip to talk with the giants, he started getting a lot of mysterious cuts and bruises, more than was usual in his line of work. Harry really hoped, for the sake of his health and his job that Hagrid hadn't brought home another dangerous creature that would get him in trouble. Umbridge had begun evaluating each and every teacher in the school, and if they failed her evaluation, she would place them on probation, and possibly even fire them. Harry didn't want that happening to Hagrid.

His stomach grumbled and Harry wished he had gotten something to eat in the Great Hall. He briefly considered asking Hagrid for food before remembering Hagrid's rock-hard rock cakes. Harry decided instead to go back to the school for some food before Ron finished it all off. As he made his way back across the grounds, though, he noticed something bulky laying on the ground nearby.

At first Harry thought it was probably just a bag or something, but just as he got closer he realized that it was a person laying in the snow. The first thing that came to Harry's mind was that it was probably one of his classmates doing a snow angel or something, but as he neared them, he realized they were facedown and they weren't moving. Fear gripped him and he ran the rest of the way to where the body lay.

He gasped when he saw what they looked like up close. It was a small boy who looked like he had been beaten severely. Ghastly wounds covered his body, and his clothes were torn in several places.

Harry sank to his knees and used his wand to levitate the kid so that he could see who it was without causing any further damage.

Harry gaped and nearly lost control of his spell. He knew this kid.

It was the boy Harry had been dreaming about for the past two weeks.