A/N Hey there! Back again already! I know I'm sooo generous! Oh and I will be heading away tomorrow so I might not post for a while! Just so you know, I was having a little debate with myself, which is why I left it on a cliffie. I didn't know whether to bring Voldy into it or not…but I decided that I didn't want to have the hassle to write him in and kill him, blah blah blah. So, here's the jist of it, Harry's parents are dead, Voldemort died instead of becoming a wandering soul or whatever but Harry still is the boy who lived. Oh, and the DA are against Death Eaters, since Voldemort's gone and there weren't any horcruxes. The episode at the ministry did happen and Sirius died but Harry didn't dream about Voldemort but Bellatrix. Glad I cleared that up, enjoy! (Btw, I might decide I want to change some of this, but for now all of this stands, ok?)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

Here's ch. 4 (I know, already!) R&R


"Well," began Ginny, but she was cut off by Harry collapsing in pain.

"Aahh!" he screamed, as his body shook.

"What's happening?" Ginny screamed

Ginny, Ron and Hermione ran over to Harry. None of them knew what to do.

All of a sudden Harry's screaming stopped and his body became limp.

"What do we do?" Ginny cried, kneeling at Harry's side. Gently, she touched his arm and abruptly, he opened his eyes. "Harry?" Ginny spoke softly, so as not to alarm him, "Are you alright?" Her cheeks were wet with tears.

Ron helped Harry to sit up, before Harry spoke. "What happened?" he asked, confused.

"That's what we were going to ask you, mate," Ron laughed, trying to lighten the mood. When no one joined in, he rubbed the back of his head, awkwardly.

"You collapsed, Harry," Hermione told him, while her eyes were still wet from tears. "You shouted and screamed and your body was twitching. Then, out of nowhere, it stopped. Just like that. After Ginny touched your arm, you woke up…?" she trailed off in a question, not sure exactly how to word it. After all, she didn't know what had taken place, so she decided to call it a dream, or nightmare, of some sorts, so real, that it seemed to take over his body.

Harry felt three gazes on him. What had happened to him? He tried to remember what he felt and saw.

"Ummm…my scar just started hurting and then it…it turned black and I…I saw, umm…I saw my mum and dad. They were being killed by Voldemort." Harry ended. Both Hermione and Ginny were crying. Ginny wrapped her arms around Harry.

"Oh, Harry," she sniffed, "that sounds soo awful!" Ginny gripped Harry tighter, while Hermione tried to make sense of it.

"But why?" she kept muttering to herself. "Harry," she said more loudly. "I think you should see Dumbledore." She said seriously. Both Ron and Ginny nodded to show that they felt the same way. Harry hadn't seen Dumbledore since he had saved him from Bellatrix. Dumbledore had abruptly left to speak to Fudge. Harry didn't know whether he was happy or sad about that. To be honest, he just didn't want to face what had happened at the Ministry, meaning Sirius.

"I don't think I should," Harry said, coming to a conclusion. Usually he would want to see Dumbledore but if seeing Dumbledore meant having to talk about Sirius, he could wait.

Hermione, seeing Harry's expression, shook her head sadly, "Harry, it wasn't your fault." She said sincerely. Ginny realised that she was still hugging Harry, so she shyly tried to remove her arms. However, Harry leaned into them. Hermione and Ginny smiled at each other.

"Harry, I'm serious. It was not your fault. You didn't do anything," Hermione shook his shoulder gently.

"Exactly, Hermione, I didn't do anything," he said, frustrated. If he had just done something, Sirius would still be here. Ginny shook her head at him. He hadn't realised he had been voicing his thoughts. Continuing his thoughts, "If I just hadn't done anything about the dream." Here, Ron interrupted, telling Harry that he couldn't have known, but Harry cut across him, "No Ron, I should've. And if I had, Sirius wouldn't have come to the Ministry. He would be standing here, with us." There were a few minutes of silence, while each o them debated on what to say next.

Ginny spoke for the first time since Harry had spoken about his 'dream', "No Harry, that isn't true. You do not know whether Sirius would be standing here today, if you hadn't reacted the way you did, thinking you were going to save his life. Sirius was already fed up; he could have left Grimmauld Place and been found and killed. Harry, you didn't have any control over him, Harry." She grabbed his chin and turned his face to face hers, "You did not cause Sirius' death." She choked on the last word, as her eyes brimmed with tears. Harry grew ashamed of himself. If Sirius were here, he would not have wanted Harry to be filled with self-pity over all of those near to him, who had died. If he did, he would never be able to feel anything else. He looked into each of his friends' eyes, seeing only love, compassion and comfort for him.

"I'm sorry," he said, after another few moments of silence. "I just don't know how to feel about it."

Ginny comforted him, "You're supposed to feel remorse and sadness but not fault." She hugged Harry tighter still, not even thinking of her plan but hoping to cheer Harry up. He hugged her back, finally letting the tears fall. Hermione leaned into Ron and did the same, while Ron patted Harry's back.

Eventually, Harry relented that he should see Dumbledore. They all went inside to see a worried Mrs Weasley.

"Where have you been?" she asked anxiously. It was almost teatime. They hadn't realised they had been gone for so long. They had decided to forget about the Quidditch match for now and, instead, go inside. "I was about to send out Fred and George to see where you had got to." She continued, slightly angry. She shooed them away when they offered to help with dinner, telling them that she was nearly finished.

Harry and Ron began a game of Wizards Chess. Hermione and Ginny watched. This continued until dinner was ready.

They each gathered at the table and took their seats, sitting in the same positions as breakfast.

"Mum," Ron began, "I thought you should know…"before deciding against it, "this food is delicious." He side glanced at Hermione, who shook her head disapprovingly, before sighing.

"Mrs Weasley," she started, "something happened while we were outside." She nodded at Harry.

"I, ummm…" he struggled to find the right words. Ginny rubbed his arm, encouragingly. Clearing his throat, he carried on, "Well, I kind of, ummm, collapsed earlier…" he trailed off at Mrs Weasley's expression.

"What?" she exclaimed. "Where? When? Are you hurt? Oh, Harry!" She threw her arms around Harry, while Ginny and Hermione stifled a few giggles at Harry's discomfort.

"Well," Harry started off, trying to remember the questions. "It happened outside, after breakfast, when we decided to have a game of Quidditch. I'm fine, Mrs Weasley." He ended, exasperated, while Mrs Weasley continued her fussing over him.

"Well, this is not good!" she ranted, before turning to Arthur, who had been silent during their little discussion, "we have to bring him to Dumbledore, immediately!" Arthur nodded and went to prepare the portkey.

"Come on, kids," Mrs Weasley said, grabbing their plates and putting them in the sink. Noticing Ron's crestfallen face, she added, "I'll make more when we get home." As Arthur brought the portkey into the kitchen, Molly continued giving Harry side glances out of the corner of her eye.

"Okay everyone, are we ready to go?" Arthur asked, quickly followed by nods, "okay, then grab on, 1, 2, 3."

A/N and there you have it chapter 4! I'm so happy with myself to get another chapter up already! Sorry for any mistakes and if it sucks let me know!

Because I'm sooo nice, I'm gonna give you a sneak preview of the next chapter (yes, I'm already working on it for you guys!) here you go:

The Weasleys, Harry and Hermione landed in Dumbledore's office. Of course, Harry thought to himself, even during the Summer Holidays, Dumbledore would be at Hogwarts.

"Well, this is a nice surprise," Professor Dumbledore began, chuckling to himself, "to what do I owe this pleasure?"

Arthur then took charge, "Albus, we believe that it has finally happened."

Ron, Hermione and Ginny exchanged confused gazes. Harry, however, kept his eyes on Dumbledore.

"Hmmm…are you sure?" Dumbledore seemed to know what they were talking about instantly. Here, Molly replied,

"Yes, Albus, we are. We think you should tell him." She spoke slowly and meaningfully. It was Harry's turn to look confused. Tell him what?

"Harry, I think you should sit down," Dumbledore began. As Harry sat down Dumbledore sighed, "the year you were born, Harry, Tom Riddle and his lover Bellatrix Lestrange had a…" he broke off, while the others gaped at him. He cleared his throat, before continuing, "a son, Lysander Gregory Riddle."

So what do you think? Nice, unexpected twist? Your chins are hitting the floor, am I right? I considered stopping after 'a' and letting you guess but now you can guess what's gonna happen next! Teehee R&R and thanks to those who already reviewed and to those who story alerted, etc. oh and you might have noticed my lack of text language. I know before it might have been confusing so I decided to stop as much as possible when writing my stories. oh and you are probably wondering why I said I was going away if I haven't but I'm heading away tomorrow and I had this done so I thought I'd post it miss you all xx