It was such an odd dream.

That one thought dominated Harry's mind as he sat awake, staring at the blurry ceiling through tired eyes. So odd, so very odd. He had had tons of weird dreams before but none of them had been like this, none of them had given him the feeling of horror he felt having seen this dream.

Maybe then it wasn't just a dream? He had visions before, seen though Voldemort's eyes on more than one occasion - perhaps it was another vision? Harry doubted it. When he had had the previous visions, he had always felt what Voldemort had felt - the feelings of joy then hopelessness, sorrow, and horror didn't fit Voldemort's personality at all to Harry. It seemed highly unlikely that the dream had been a vision unwittingly sent to him by Voldemort.

It wasn't a long-forgotten memory either, Harry was positive he had never seen the girl before the dream. Perhaps the future? Harry thought back to a conversation that had occurred at the Gryffindor breakfast table last term at Hogwarts - Lavender had been going on and on about divination and how, if she improved, she might get private lessons with the professor.

"I might even be able to try dream casting!" she had exclaimed loudly.

Neville had been the one to ask what dream casting was - Lavender was all too happy to explain. It was a way of seeing into the future, like making a prophecy only it happened during sleep. Since it occurred when the witch or wizard was asleep, it was a more common type of prediction, since the mind is more relaxed during sleep. Harry hadn't given it much thought at the time.

But now, he wondered if he had been dream casting. He had succeeded slightly at the end of his 3rd year at divination when he had seen Buckbeak in the crystal ball flying away unharmed. Perhaps he really had had a dream cast?

Even so, there was little Harry could do. The location had been rather generic - a garden with some odd trees (no doubt magical); it wasn't like there was a sign or anything distinctive there. The girl's description wouldn't help much either - black hair and green eyes weren't so rare ad Harry wasn't even sure he could pin her age down.

Besides, what if it had been just a dream? If he caused this huge fuss, made the Headmaster work to find this girl with the aide of the other professors, and then they found out it was just a dream - how embarrassing and what a waste of time it would be!

Harry decided the best thing to do was to put the dream aside for now. If he had another vision or dream or saw something that reminded him of it, he would think on it then. For now, he wanted to go back to sleep - it was still too early to be awake.

But that nagging voice in the back of his head kept him awake - the voice, it pointed out. And Harry thought on it - the voice HAD seemed familiar but the phrasing had been strange. "Greater good"? What did that mean? Sighing and rolling over, he decided that come morning he would send two letters - one to Hermione and one to Siris and in each he would ask subtle if they knew what "the greater good" meant or who had said it.

He had this nagging feeling that this summer was going to be full of surprises.