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A/N: Okay, it's another chapter. I guess I don't have much to say. Thank you to endilwen for the review and offer to be my beta. Other offers to be a beta would be good.

So chapter two sorry it took so long, school term just started and I had to get used to school.

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Different Perspectives

Chapter 2 - Night Time Wandering:

Harry woke up, screaming. It happened so often nowadays, the nightmares, the visions, it was all much the same, and they always left him feeling scared and regretful. ÔWhy hadn't he just finished Voldemort off when he had the chance?' Harry thought of the three muggle children that he had seen murdered tonight, them and countless others, had been killed because he wasn't in the mood to kick Volde-fucking-mort's arse when he had the chance.

That day he knew he would have been able to, he knew when he saw the fear in Dumbledore's eyes. Harry sighed; he didn't want to go down that path not here, not now, not ever.

Harry crept out of his bed hoping the others somehow still asleep but Ron's voice floated over to him, abolishing that hope.

"Harry,

"Yeah,

"Where you going?

"For a walk.

"You want me to come?

"Um... not really,

"You sure?" Harry could hear the concern in Ron's voice and was touched by it.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I'll be fine Ron, I just need to clear my head, have some time to myself to think about things.

"Okay, but be careful, Harry." Harry felt relieved he didn't want to hurt Ron's feelings but he needed some time alone, "and Harry...

"Yeah.

"Err... What was it tonight?" Harry sighed again but said emotionlessly,

"Three muggle boys," and he was out the door before Ron could respond.

Harry had been wandering around for hours, he'd gone outside and seen someone lying near the lake so had come back inside and was now just walking around trying to clear his thoughts when he walked into something, or someone.

He looked up to see Professor McGonagal looking very confused, she was staring around wildly as though looking for a ghost, which Harry noted she probably was except he imagined she wasn't feeling the cold feeling you do when you walk into ghosts. Something seemed to click in here mind and she sighed,

"Potter." She said lightly, with no trace of anger, only concern.

"Yeah," Harry replied knowing it was too late to do leave.

"Take that stupid thing off," Harry was surprised but took the coat off. "What brings you out of bed at this time of night?" McGonagal asked as she moved towards the closest window.

"Oh, you know, nightmares, thoughts, life in general," he said smiling.

"Harry this is not something to joke about." McGonagal looked up just in time to see the smile fade and she wished she hadn't spoken, it was good to see Harry smile and it didn't happen very often nowadays.

"I know," Harry said glumly, "but sometimes I can't stand being serious.

McGonagal ignored him; she seemed entranced by the window, or what lay on the other side of it. "Come and look at this," her voice was almost a whisper, "it's beautiful.

Harry was shocked; he'd never heard his Professor talk like that but moved to the window. He had to admit it looked fairly good; it was a clear, cool night, typical of early autumn, or even late summer. The lake was still and no one was in sight, Harry noticed the figure by the lake was gone and wondered who it had been. The moon was almost full. Harry sighed thinking of the moon, or of full moon, led to thoughts of Remus, which led to thoughts of Sirius and his parents, which led to thoughts of Voldemort, exactly what he didn't want to think about. Harry silently cursed himself for having a brain that got into though patterns that led from one to another.

Harry tried to think of other things but the first thing to come to his mind was thoughts of his lessons with Snape. Dumbledore had asked Harry to go back and finish learning Occlumency, although it didn't seem to stop the nightmare, and move on to general defence, attack and other wizarding skills not taught in normal classes, but, as usual with Dumbledore asking really meant ordering.

His thoughts were fortunately interrupted when both he and Professor McGonagal heard footsteps coming their way.

"Shit," Harry muttered wildly flinging his cloak around him while McGonagal prepared herself into Ôwhat are you doing out of bed' mode.

Harry had just finished hiding under his cloak when Ron appeared around the corner.

"Mr Weasley, may I enquire what you are doing out of bed at this time of night.

Ron looked stumped. "I... Err... I was looking for Harry; he had a nightmare and went for a walk hours ago. He still wasn't back so I thought I should come and see if I could find him.

Harry thought this was an appropriate time to come out from under the cloak.

"Well you did a fairly good job of it," Harry said. Ron jumped startled by his sudden appearance. "I just ran into Professor McGonagal here, literally.

"Oh, ok, I'm just glad you're okay I was worried." Ron chuckled at the thought of Harry running into McGonagal.

"Now perhaps you boys should be off to bed." McGonagal said with a rare smile.

They were walking back to Gryffindor Tower and Harry realised that Professor McGonagal hadn't taken any points, that was strange she didn't normally go for favouritism and had often taken points off when catching Harry out of bed at night. He pointed this out to Ron.

"Oh, I thought she must have taken a whole lot of you already." Ron said. Harry wondered about it but they moved onto a light conversation with long comfortable silences that neither of them felt the need to fill. It was the kind of relationship that took years (just over six in fact) to build and Harry was very glad that he could be with someone who he understood so well there was no need to speak.

Harry and Ron slipt silently back into the common room and up the stairs to their dormitory. In what seemed like no time Ron's peaceful breathing could be heard as he fell into a light sleep. Harry however remained awake wondering why McGonagal hadn't deducted points and her very non-McGonagalish behaviour tonight, finally Harry dropped off to sleep just before dawn.

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Sorry this was so short, future chapters will get longer.

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A/N Sorry I am discontinuing but I think that I may restart in the future.

Sorry to anyone who got an author alert my previous additional chapter that told about why I am discontinuing this was removed because it was just an A/N.

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I do hope that I will be able to continue, I'm just taking a break for the time being maybe over the holidays (Starting today... Yah!) I'll write some more.