The red head slumped against the wall of his apartment, the silver and green invitation falling from his hands. Blood gushed steadily from his slit wrists and the copper tang filled the air. His tired body tensed slightly as he grabbed his wand from where it had fallen, gripping it tightly he whispered a spell that sent trails of acid through his veins. Painfully and slowly his wounds knitted back together without leaving scars. Yet the blood remained. Grunting, he picked up the card again and snorted. A debutante ball. Gods, what a waste of time. But, he mused darkly, appearances must be made. Yet, why his business associate (band mate) demanded that he accompany her was beyond him. Though, she did send an extra note telling him to screw tradition. . .

Getting up with a huff he took out his watch and set the time to some ten or so hours before. In a flash of pearl white, he was gone. Somewhere in the country, ten hours earlier, a white flash emitted in the room of a teenager who promptly fell asleep. Though under the warmth of his covers he looked like an angel, his soul writhed like a venomous snake. Unseen, outside his window the moon was hidden by a form. Sitting on a dark cloud was a young girl. Her hair went somewhere between her jaw and neck, choppy, and wild like a willow tree, her eyes dark coals, and her skin like the lightest shade of a tiger's eye. She had on black trousers, black tank top, and black hooded cloak. By her side was a sword. Her eyes were gazing intently at the sleeping boy.

Though he was in deep sleep, she felt his aura scream in pain in agony. With a sigh she took out a cedar flute. Bringing it to her lips she played a dark tune. Wisps of the night air danced into forms of forgotten/forbidden creatures. Screams and cries of heroes long gone lingered in the night. While the other occupant shuddered in something akin to fear, her intended audience sighed in relief and snuggled further into the sheets. Smirking at the sight she stopped and looked at the red head for a moment more before leaving.

Behind her, one of the boys bolted awake. His scar burning intensely. Looking around wildly, he caught a glimpse of something outside the window but it was gone before he could look any closer. Gulping for a bit of air, he checked his friend to see if he was okay. He seemed to be asleep but something nagged at his mind.

"Hey Ron! Ron! Wake up!" he shook the sleeping boy, who groaned and got up with a huge yawn before reluctantly opening his eyes.

"What'srong 'arry?" seeing the alarmed look in his eyes he bolted up. "Was it a nightmare? Was it him?"

"No. At least I don't' think so. Ron, it was weird. So dark. There was blood everywhere! And screams. It was like as if I saw every bad thing that's happened since the beginning of time!"

Ron yawned and blinked a few times. "Cripes Harry, sounds like you had a nightmare."

Harry sighed and slumped. "Maybe you're right. But it was so real."

"I once dreamed I was a bludger that dreamed it was a boy. So am I a bludger or am I a boy?"

Harry gaped at him. "Ron, are you feeling all right?" the red head's eyes widened comically.

"Why? Is there a spider on my head?"

"Nah, but that dream you had sounds familiar."

"Oh." He blushed and scratched the back of his neck. "Eh. I was reading this war strategy book, by some old Chinese dude and it mentioned something like a butterfly, right after I ate a couple chocolate frogs."

"By a couple did you mean boxes or tonnes? Never mind. So you think it was nothing?"

"Actually it probably was something." Ron grinned.

"WHAT?"

"Calm down mate. You didn't wake up screaming one of our names did you? No? then you probably saw something from the past." he shrugged. "Can I go back to sleep? I'm surprised I'm not six feet under yet." before Harry could answer, Ron had fallen back asleep.

The boy who lived shook his head before laying back as well. The dreams were so vivid, but it was true that most of the images seemed out of date. Though there was something strange. At every scene there seemed to be a being of power with dark red hair. He hadn't been on the side of evil so to speak, but he did have a strange aura of blood and pain. Chaos perhaps? Harry shook his head and went back to sleep.

The next morning the two friends woke up to a nasty surprise.

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU TWO! HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME! I DON'T CARE IF YOU DON'T KNOW! I'M GONNA MURDER YOU!"

Ron bolted up, eyes wide. "Bloody hell! What was that?"

Harry sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Dunno. Think the twins did something to your sister?" before Ron could answer there were a pair of pops before two blurs hid beneath his bed. Right after that, a girl with striking red hair slammed open the door.

"Where are they." Ginny Weasley ground out.

"Where're who?" Harry Potter asked with a yawn.

"The prats!"

"What'd they do Gin?" Ron asked. "Haven't seen you this mad since they dyed your hair green."

"Tell me where they are."

"Not a chance sis. They'll crucify me! Now tell me what they did."

Ginny huffed before finding a seat on her brother's bed. "Dean owled me and said that the last time he went to their shop they tied him up and tortured him."

"Hey! We didn't torture him!" When Ginny dived under, the twins shot out. "Crap." they zoomed out.

Harry blinked at the once again asleep Ron. "Happens often?" A groan answered. "I'm getting up. See you later."

And that was how the boy who lived ended up playing referee for the Weasley family at breakfast. Ginny had decided to make castration threats while the twins were unable to do much since their mother was right behind them maliciously chopping up cucumbers, sausages, etc. since their father had pissed her off earlier that week. Come to think of it, Harry was getting a bit disturbed by the thought too. Who gives a damn about a snake face? Pissed off girls with sharp objects are worse!

"Morning." Ron interrupted the tense atmosphere as he slumped into the chair beside Ginny.

"Ronald Arthur Weasley! Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Sorry mum," He sniffed. "I wasn't feeling too well so I stayed in bed a bit later." Harry narrowed his eyes. Ron didn't seem sick earlier, but the others shook their heads at him.

"That's alright dear. Why don't you eat breakfast then?" with that she bustled away. Ron smirked.

"What was that, Ron?"

One of the twins answered with a grin. "Ikle Ronniekins grew a back bone this summer. It's great. He even got Percy drunk."

The other twin snorted. "And he turned us into girls, Fred. Yeah, real great."

Harry blinked. "I think I missed something."

"Don't worry bout it, mate. Just growing up is all." Ron shrugged. "So, you up for terrorizing Diagon Alley today?"

"Uh, sure. You sure you ok, Ron?"

"Are you?"

Harry froze, his face grim. "I told you. I don't want to talk about it."

"Fine. I'm done, lets go." he got up and went to the fire place with his friend. "Look, I'm sorry. Hey! Harry I hear they've got a new shop with loads of wicked stuff. Wanna check it out?"

"What kind of wicked are we talking about here?"

Ron grinned. "You know, the kind that makes mum's hair frizzle."

"Weasley, I'm surprised! You haven't grown a backbone, you've become insane!"

The red head didn't respond, instead he stepped into the green flames and yelled. "Shadows Sanctum." Harry blinked and did the same.

When he stumbled out into their destination he found himself in a dim stone room. Ron was leaning against a wall, when he saw Harry he strolled over.

"What took you so long? C'mon There's something I think you'll like."

Next thing he knew, Harry was pulled through a bead curtain to another room lit only with a few candles. There was a bagua carpet in the middle of the room with a girl meditation a couple metres above it. When the two boys came in, her dark brown eyes snapped open and she slowly lowered to the ground.

"Setekh."

Ron nodded. "Shade. This is my pal Harry. Think you could do us a little favour?"

The girl narrowed her eyes before crossing her arms. "Speak."

"It's a birthday present, Sha-sha." He said with a wink, but found the edge of a ebony sword pressed against his neck. "Fine! Shade!"

"It'll cost you."

Harry spoke up. "What's going on?"

"Oh, Shade's just gonna call up a few spirits to talk with you."

"Spirits?"

Shade rolled her eyes. "Yes, spirits." she turned to Ron and quirked an eyebrow.

"Lily Evans, James Potter, and Sirius Black should do it."

"Hmf. You owe me." with that she kicked Ron out and turned to Harry. "Sit." when he didn't she sat against a wall and pulled out a crystal ball from somewhere.

"Erh, you're not gonna try to read my future are you? Cause those three are dead." Harry muttered confused and annoyed.

The girl just tapped the crystal. "Wake up you mangy mutt demon! Hey! You! Get me Yeng-Wang now!" after a moment of silence she snarled. "You lazy no good son of a bitch, send up Lily Evans, James Potter, and Sirius Black. They're the ones connected to the boy with a lightning scar. No I'm not trading my soul for them. I don't care if it's against the laws of the sky court. Look, just send them up or I'll call the Sage, k?" she glanced at Harry. "Should be soon."

The bespectacled boy blinked. "Right. I think I'll-" before he could finish there was a flash of green light. There stood his parents and god father dressed in white with a greenish hue. He did the only thing he could do, he fainted.