Green eyes shot open, shooting into a sitting position he gulped and gasped for air, he was covered in a cold sweat and his heart was beating with such force it felt as though it would burst from his chest. Taking in huge gulps of air he slowly managed to regain his breath, he had to blink a few times to remember where he was, brushing a shaky hand through his soaking hair he silently cursed himself.

"Are you alright mate?"

Harry jumped at the voice of his best friend, "Merlin, Ron you scared me." He mumbled as he tried desperately to calm down.

Ronald Weasley was sitting in the bed opposite him with a concerned look on his clearly tired face. "Sorry but you were moaning in your sleep again and then you just shot up, I was worried."

Having finally controlled his breathing and shaking hands, Harry ran his fingers over his forehead trying to get the dream out of his mind. "It's nothing to worry about." He lied as he bowed his head and continued to massage his temples.

"Were you dreaming about him?" Ron asked in a worried tone.

Harry's head shot up so quickly he could have sworn he felt his neck crack. His mind began to race; surely Ron wasn't talking about the person he was thinking of, "who?"

"Who?" Ron looked completely bewildered by Harry's reaction. "Who do you think you bloody idiot? You-Know-Who!"

Relief quickly washed over Harry, of course Ron was talking about Voldemort there would have been no way he could have guessed or could have known about the person Harry was really dreaming about. "Yeah it was him, I….." He paused trying to think of a quick lie, "I think he is planning something but I woke up before I could even get an idea of what it was."

"Planning? That doesn't sound good Harry you better tell someone." Ron now looked more alert and the panic was clear to hear in his voice.

Feeling slightly guilty by the panic he caused, Harry said in a very calm voice. "No Ron I'm not meant to be letting him in anymore remember? I can't tell anyone and neither can you, especially Hermione."

"But if he is planning something…"

"Look, he is always planning things and I don't even know what it is so until I do there is no need to worry is there?" Harry cut Ron off; he wanted this conversation to end as quickly as possible.

Ron looked at Harry for a few moments, obviously debating what to say, after a while he finally spoke. "Ok you're right, but just be careful, I mean you remember what happened in June."

Harry gave an involuntary shudder at these words. Yes he remembered, how could he ever forget? Not only was he possessed by Voldemort but he had lost his only family member still alive and it was his fault that Series was killed. Taking a deep breath he pushed these thoughts away.

"He won't try that again."

"How do you know that?" Ron's brow furrowed as he asked the question.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Harry willed himself not to get angry. "Voldemort couldn't stand to be in my mind because I feel love; it's a simple as that. He wants to distance himself from me. I've told you that like a hundred times already."

"Alright then, sorry for being worried." Ron muttered indignantly.

Harry fought the temptation to roll his eyes, "look let's just forget about it." Feeling the tension he said the first thing that came to his head, "I'm looking forward to going to Diagon Alley tomorrow, it's going to be great seeing Fred and George's joke shop."

The mention of the joke shop was more than enough to raise Ron's mood and a huge grin broke out across his face. "I know I am going to get so many things at it, I mean I am their brother so no doubt they will give me a discount, if not let me have something for free."

Harry lay back down in the bed, running his hands over his face he closed his eyes again and spoke in a whisper, "I'm sure they will. I'm going to go back to sleep, I think we will need to be alert for tomorrow."

He heard Ron mumble something in response but couldn't make it out and he decided he didn't really care what his best friend had just said so he stayed silent. It didn't take long until he could hear Ron snoring softly, in truth he knew he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep for a while as he had a million and one things flying around his mind. Rolling onto his side he stared into the darkness, so many things had happened in the past few months that it was a wonder he was still sane. Being tortured by that evil toad faced woman Umbridge, the battle at the Ministry, the death of his Godfather and what disturbed and worried him the most was the dream.

Letting out a long sigh he tried to push the dream out of his thoughts but it wouldn't go away and now it was the only thing he could think about. It was the same dream every time and he dreamt it at least once every other night, if not every night. It felt so real he could physically feel everything that was happening in it, he could feel those hands on him; feel them run down his back. Shaking his head he refused to think about that aspect of the dream, but everything was so real not only the touches but the smells, the atmosphere and the look in those eyes.

Cursing himself Harry rolled onto his back and threw his hands over his face, he hated this stupid dream and he just couldn't understand why he was even having it. The whole thing felt so real that he could have sworn it wasn't a dream; it was so real it almost seemed like a memory.

The next day Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione made their way into the joke shop with great enthusiasm, it was the only place in all of Diagon Alley that was actually full of people enjoying themselves and having a laugh. They had been accompanied not only be Mr and Mrs Weasley but by two Auror's from the Ministry of Magic, no doubt they had the extra protection because of Harry. The group of friends split up as they looked around the shop.

Harry, who had bumped into Fred and George, managed to get a free Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder. Though he wasn't entirely sure what he would use it for, he wasn't going to turn down a free gift from the twins and happily stuffed it inside his pocket as he continued to look around the massive joke shop. Looking around he noticed Ron auguring with his older brothers and Harry could only assume that they weren't going to give him a discount like he thought they would. Harry noticed a girl staring at Ron with a strange look on her face and quickly realised it was Lavender brown, smirking to himself he shook his head and continued to walk around.

"Harry!" Hermione came bounding up to him and grabbed him around the arm, pulling him towards the shop window she pointed out into the Alley. "Look its Malfoy, doesn't he look like he is up to something?"

Harry didn't speak, he couldn't speak. He didn't register exactly what she had said, his eyes landed upon blonde hair and he couldn't move after that. His breathing became shallow and his mouth instantly went dry. Malfoy looked around the Alley for a few seconds, apparently wanting to make sure no one was following him, when he seemed to think it was safe he quickly slipped down Knockturn Alley and out of sight. Even though Malfoy had disappeared Harry still stared dumbstruck at the spot the older boy had been standing.

It wasn't until Hermione shook his shoulder did he finally take his eyes off the spot and look at her. "Harry are you ok?" She eyed him up and down.

Shaking his head he finally gained control of his body, "I'm sorry what were you saying?"

"Did you not see Malfoy practically run down Knockturn Alley by himself?" She placed her hands on her hips, she was clearly agitated

"Did he?" Harry asked confused, didn't even notice what had happened; the second his eyes landed on the blonde haired boy he lost all his senses.

"Yes he did, Harry you were staring right at him!" Hermione's voice rose higher than normal and her eyes were wide with concern, "look you said earlier in the week you had your suspicions about Malfoy since his father went to Azkaban and him going down there by himself seems suspicious to me."

The truth was that Harry only said that about Malfoy so he had a reason to bring him up in conversation, but the more he thought about it the more it made sense that Malfoy had become a death eater or something along those lines now that his father had been thrown in Azkaban. Despite his insides screaming at him not to, he knew that had had to follow Malfoy and see exactly what he was up to.

"Ok, go and get Ron and meet me at the front door, you are right we need to follow him and see what he is up to." Harry said in a very quiet voice to make sure no one heard them.

"But we aren't meant to leave here without our supervisors." Hermione looked around for the Weasleys and Auror's.

Harry rolled his eyes and grabbed her shoulders, "Hermione if he is doing something for Voldemort then we need to know, he might be planning to bring something into Hogwarts and then we will all be in danger."

Hermione bit her bottom lip before sighing, "oh, ok then. We better hurry though, come on." Hermione ran off to find Ron.

Harry took a deep breath and made his way for the entrance. His heart was pounding hard in his ears and his legs felt like jelly as he walked. He couldn't believe he was about to follow the boy he had been dreaming about for months.

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