Harry turned over in his bed and sat up. There was something going on in the hallway. He could hear yelling coming just outside his door and it sounded like there were a lot more than just his aunt, uncle and cousin out there. As he moved to get out of bed there was a flash of green light that he could see through the crack under the door, followed quickly by one more. He started straight for the door then stopped and headed towards his trunk to get his wand.

Just then Dudley burst into the room behind him, he was sweaty and crying and looking terrified. Harry could see figures behind him heading towards them.

"Mum and dad...they're dead...save me Harry!!" he cried.

Harry didn't have time to think before they were surrounded by what he could see where death eaters. Then from behind them came a cold laugh. They parted and let Voldemort come through.

"Harry Potter." Voldemort's voice sent icy chills through Harry, "So glad I've finally found you. Dumbledore's magic may have been a match for me once, but no longer. Thanks to you I am more powerful than I ever could have imagined. I've come to repay you for this, see, I've gotten rid of these muggles you hate so much" he turned and looked at Dudley, "only one left to go."

Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it at Dudley.

"No don't!" Harry screamed. He looked around for something to use as he was now blocked from his trunk and still didn't have his wand. There was no time though so he ran at Voldemort as a last ditch effort. He never made it there, though; two of the death eaters grabbed him and held him in place.

Voldemort turned and looked at Harry.

"I thought you'd show your gratitude differently, I am doing what you've wanted to for a long time, aren't I?"

"I never wanted the Dursley's dead!" shouted Harry, furious as what happened began really sinking in.

"Maybe you've never admitted it to yourself but deep down you do feel this way, I know because I've been there. I know what it's like to grow up with others who don't appreciate you and treat you like dirt. Now have a seat and watch the rest of the show. It will be your turn soon."

Voldemort raised his wand and a chair flew over and Harry was forced into it, then before he could move away ropes sprang around him and tied him to it. There was nothing he could do now except watch.

Dudley let out a squeak from across the room, now beyond terror, as what he believed to be his last hope was gone. Voldemort turned and looked at him.

"This is the end for you, muggle." He raised his wand "Avada Kedavra!"

Dudley was thrown backwards and stopped moving.

"Now admit that you enjoyed that, won't you?" said Voldemort with a horrid laugh. "I've just killed the last of your relatives. No one left but you, but that will change momentarily..."

Harry had no feeling in him at all. He just looked at Voldemort and waited for what was coming. He saw a wand raise...

"Avada Kedavra!"

There was a flash of green light, and then...

Harry hit the floor hard. He lay there for a moment and then a thought came to him, 'I'm not dead?' He looked around and saw that his room was empty except for Hedwig, and he noticed he was on the floor next to an overturned chair.

"Was I sleepwalking? What just happened?" he said aloud.

Suddenly a thought came to him, he ran out of the room and over to Dudley's room, he opened the door and peered inside. Dudley was sleeping as soundly as ever; he looked in on his aunt and uncle and found them doing the same.

Harry couldn't understand it. He realized that everything he just saw couldn't have happened but it felt real, too real. He even woke up next to the same chair he had been tied to in his dream, on the floor, as if the spell had really hit him.

He decided to do the only thing he could think of, write to Sirius.

Harry went back to his room and wrote a letter explaining his whole dream to Sirius, and then where he was when he woke up and how everyone else was asleep as if nothing happened. He tied it to Hedwig's leg and she gave him an affectionate nip before she took off.

At this point, sleep seemed out of the question so he decided to stay awake. He looked at all of the presents he had received from his friends two nights ago on his birthday and decided to look at the book Hermione had sent.

Several hours later, he heard everyone starting to get up, so he closed the book and got dressed.

He walked into the kitchen and looked around. None of the Dursley's appeared to have had even a bad dream; they all looked the same as they usually did. He went around to the stove to start making breakfast for them when Hedwig flew in the kitchen window.

"GET THAT THING OUT OF MY KITCHEN!!" screamed Aunt Petunia.

"Alright, alright," said Harry as he held out his arm for Hedwig and started upstairs.

As soon as he was in his room he took the letter she had and opened it.

Dear Harry,

I don't know what your dream means, it can't be good though. I've spoken to Professor Dumbledore and he thinks it would be good for you to leave the Dursley's for the rest of the summer. We have already contacted Arthur Weasley and he's agreed to let you stay there until school starts. I will be arriving to pick you up tonight.

Sirius

P.S. You didn't mention anything about your scar hurting. Let me know if it did when I see you tonight.

Harry looked up at that last line. His scar hadn't hurt last night. What did it all mean? He decided he would think about that later as he had to pack for Sirius' arrival.

Harry finished packing and went downstairs to let everyone know he was leaving. When he walked into the kitchen he was greeted by icy stares from his aunt and uncle, Dudley was busy making himself fatter.

"Did you forget something?" asked Uncle Vernon coldly.

"What do you mean?" asked Harry.

"Breakfast, sound familiar? You were not excused before I just wanted that thing out of my kitchen. Highly unsanitary letting an animal free where you eat" stated Aunt Petunia.

"But I..."started Harry.

"NO BUTS!!" yelled Uncle Vernon "You are going upstairs to your room and if you'll be lucky if I let you out before next week."

"No I'm not! I'm..." Harry began again.

Uncle Vernon grabbed a handful of Harry's hair and began dragging him upstairs. This was getting harder to do, as Harry wasn't as small as he used to be, but he was still small for a 15 year old and very much out- weighed by his uncle.

Paying no attention to Harry's protests he threw him into the room and slammed the door behind him.

Harry decided not to fight it. Sirius and Dumbledore wanted him out of this house and ultimately; there would be nothing the Dursley's could do to stop them. He sat down on his bed and waited.

Several hours later, Harry heard something outside his window. He went over and looked out, but no one was there. He didn't know why, but something about this felt wrong, he felt like he was being watched. He stayed at the window for a few more minutes, staring into the darkness and feeling very tense.

Suddenly, he heard a crash from downstairs that made him jump a foot. His aunt and uncle were screaming again, and he could hear the pounding of Dudley's feet coming up the stairs, probably so he could go hide in his room.

Harry wanted to go see what happened but his door was locked so he paced anxiously, hoping all the commotion was from Sirius' arrival.

Within minutes his question was answered, he turned around for another lap when he saw Sirius behind him; he had apparated into his room.

"Hello Harry! All packed?" Sirius asked.

"Since I got your letter. How will we get out though?"

"Not a problem. I came here using floo powder and that's how we'll get back. Arthur Weasley is downstairs trying to calm your relatives down..." he said glancing towards the door and the shouting from beyond it.

Sirius walked to the door and raised his wand.

"Alohamora"

The lock opened and they both carried Harry's things downstairs. The Dursley's were furious, but when Sirius came downstairs they went silent. Whatever little courage they might have mustered to talk to Mr. Weasley definitely faded when it came to standing up against someone they thought was a murderer.

"Ready Harry?" asked Mr. Weasley.

"Very ready."

"Alright then," he turned to the Dursley's, "it was...err...lovely to see you again. Maybe I'll see you again next year."

"Goodbye" Harry said, and then almost as an afterthought, "be careful."

Harry, Sirius and Mr. Weasley took turns stepping into the fireplace and calling out 'The Burrow', leaving the Dursley's to stare.

When they got to the Burrow, the whole Weasley family, along with Hermione was there waiting for them.

"Harry!" cried Mrs. Weasley, "Thank goodness you're okay! You poor dear, come in, come in, I'll make some tea!"

"Thank you Mrs. Weasley, I'm alright, really. It was just a dream."

"It was more than just a dream," said Sirius, "we just have to figure out what it means. Why don't you bring your things upstairs? Dumbledore will be here soon and I think we should wait to talk about anything until he arrives, rather than have to explain it all twice."

"Okay."

So Harry started to carry his things upstairs. Hermione, Ron and Ginny all helped and when they were all in Ron's room they shut the door.

"Will you tell us what happened?" asked Ron.

"Nothing happened," said Harry, "but I'll tell you about my dream."

So he did. He told them every thing that happened, how the Dursley's were killed, how Vol-, you-know-who used the killing curse on him, how he woke up just as it happened in the same chair he was tied to in the dream, and how his scar never hurt the whole time.

"That's not a dream, that's a nightmare," said Ginny.

"Whatever it is I still don't know what it means. I must have been sleepwalking but why did I wake up as if I was still in the dream? I hope Dumbledore gets here soon."

"Don't worry Harry, Dumbledore'll know what to do! You're as safe as you're going to get right now and he'll figure this all out!" said Hermione with total confidence.

Just they heard Mrs. Weasley call that Dumbledore had arrived and could they please come greet him.

The four of them got up and went downstairs.

Dumbledore was sitting down at the table with Sirius and Mr. Weasley when they got downstairs.

"Hello everyone," he said to them, "hello Harry, please come sit with us. We need you to explain what happened in your dream as best you can."

Ron, Hermione and Ginny went into the next room to sit down. Harry sat down at the table and began explaining the dream again. When he finished no one said anything for a minute. Then Sirius asked him again about his scar.

"Are you positive you didn't feel anything, anything at all?"

"Believe me, if you knew what I felt when my scar starts hurting you'd understand how I wouldn't be able to miss it if it did."

"It wasn't Voldemort who attacked Harry," said Dumbledore.

"What? Who else could it have been?" asked Sirius.

"That is what we will have to find out. Whoever it was definitely did it for Voldemort but he isn't the one who actually performed this spell, he may not even have known it was being done. One of his followers trying to get back into good standing with him perhaps." Dumbledore replied.

Harry thought of something else that had happened.

"Just before Sirius arrived I heard someone outside my window. I looked and couldn't see anyone but it was very dark. I had a strong feeling that I was being watched."

"Perhaps the person who did this to you was right there when it happened. I have to go, there are a few things I need to do to find who is behind this attack. Harry please stay close to Sirius and the Weasleys - don't go off on your own," said Dumbledore.

"I promise professor," said Harry.

With that Dumbledore said good night to everyone and dissaparated.

Back in Ron's room, Harry told everyone what was said at the meeting. No one had any explanation for who it could be. Hermione decided to start looking through her books to see if she could find anything on what was used to cause Harry's dream. Ginny left to go to her room and Harry and Ron started a game of chess. They played a few games and Harry actually won once. As it got later, and they became more tired, Hermione went off the Ginny's room and everyone went to sleep.

Sometime later in the middle of the night, Harry felt himself being shaken awake.

"Harry! Get up, there's something I need to tell you!"

"Hermione?" he asked groggily, "What is it?"

"I've found something, something that could cause what happened to you. I was looking through all of my books and I couldn't find anything in the form of a curse or spell to cause this. What I did find was a potion, called 'Waking Nightmare,' that fits the description. It causes the person who drinks it to have nightmare and actually live it out while they are still awake. That would explain why you weren't in your bed when you woke and why it felt so real, you were awake and actually talking to Dudley and you-know-who because you believed they were standing right there."

"A potion? How could I have been given a potion? I was at the Dursley's and didn't see anyone or anything strange, plus I think I would know if I was drinking a nasty potion, everyone of those things I've ever come across seems vile," Harry said.

"Well I found something on that as well, if it is mixed with another substance, it takes on that substances taste. It could have been put in anything that you drank and you'd never know it!" Hermione replied.

"Fine so then how? I didn't have any drinks that didn't come out of the Dursley's refrigerator, and if I drank it then they probably would have too but nothing happened to them."

"I don't know how Harry, I just feel that it's very likely this is what caused what happened to you."

They were startled then when Ron said:

"Do you think Snape could have done it, he is after all, the potions master?"

"Ron! Plenty of dark wizards, and good ones as well, can make potions. I don't like Snape either but we can't go around accusing him because of that!"

"Right, we need proof!" said Ron.

"If there is any!" shot back Hermione.

"It could have been any of them," interrupted Harry.

"Any of who?"

"The death eaters. Dumbledore said that whomever it was probably wanted to get back into Vol- you-know-who's good graces. Well, every death eater, except Barty Crouch, needed to do that. He wasn't really happy with any of them when they all came back to him last..." he faded off at the end thinking about that horrible day.

"Well, I still think it's Snape," mumbled Ron.

Hermione heaved a sigh and said she had better get back to Ginny's room as it was now exceptionally late. They all said goodnight and she left.

Harry sat up for a long time thinking about this new information, before finally drifting off to sleep.

For the rest of the summer, Harry stayed with the Weasleys. Sirius never let Harry out of his sight when they were outside and was constantly checking on him inside. It began to seem a bit much to Harry and he was very much looking forward to going back to Hogwart's.

They were all coming back in from de-gnoming the yard when Mrs. Weasley said they would be going to Diagon Alley tomorrow for school supplies.

Everyone got up early the next day and went downstairs to the fireplace. Once again they would be using floo powder for traveling. They took turns stepping in, calling out "Diagon Alley," and being whisked through the floo network.

They headed for Gringott's first, to replenish their funds, and began making the rounds to buy supplies, books, ingredients, etc... When they finally decided it was time for a break, they went to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor for some sundaes. As they were about finished, Fred and George came over to their table.

"Ron," said Fred, "we need you to come with us to Madam Malkin's."

"Yeah, there's something there you'll like," added George.

"What is it?" asked Ron warily, he was used to Fred and George and there very unique sense of humor.

"It isn't a joke, promise. Just come with us, okay?"

"Alright, alright. I'm coming."

The three of them got up and started to follow the twins. Harry knew what this was all about. The twins were getting Ron new dress robes as they promised Harry they would. Since he knew Ron would never accept such a gift from him, he had found another way to help his friend.

As they were at the door, Harry looked over his shoulder and did a quick double take. Cho Chang was just a little ways up the street looking in one of the store windows.

"Guys I'll be back in a few minutes. There's someone I want to talk to."

"But Harry, you're not going to do any-" Hermione began.

"Don't worry, I'm not leaving Diagon Alley or going somewhere I shouldn't. I'm just going a few feet that way and I'll be right back."

Hermione gave him a disapproving stare but nodded and followed Ron and the Twins into the store.

Harry turned back towards Cho. She had moved on and was walking further away from him so he set off after her. He wasn't really sure what he was going to say, or if she would even want to talk to him, but he was overcome with the urge to try. The alley became very crowded as he neared her; he had to press up against the wall to one of the stores to try to squeeze through. He was just about to call out to Cho when someone grabbed him from behind. He tried to yell but the person had their hand over his mouth and their other arm around him pinning his arms to his side. He was being dragged out of site down a dark alley which he recognized right away.

Knockturn Alley.

Harry struggled against his captor to no avail. He was dragged into a very old, small, dark, abandoned building before the person released him. He spun around to see who it was.

"Snape!" cried Harry.

Harry shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Don't bother, Potter. I have it right here."

He looked up to see Snape holding his wand and smirking.

"You...why? I knew Dumbledore shouldn't have trusted you! I bet you've been waiting for this day for months, no years! You gave me that potion a few weeks ago too, didn't you?"

"You knew it was a potion? I'll bet Miss Granger let you in on that didn't she? She never does know when to shut up," Snape said.

"So you admit it!" Harry exclaimed looking around for another way out. Snape was standing in front of the only door, and there were no windows that he could see.

"Are you going to kill me? Show Voldemort that you are truly back at his side? I guess you want to take Barty Crouch's place, don't you?"

"I didn't bring you here to kill you, I brought you here to warn you." Snape replied with a bit of disgust.

"Warn me? Oh yeah, that was obvious! You grab me from behind, drag me here, steal my wand, why didn't I guess that you wanted to warn me!?! Why couldn't you just talk to me in Diagon Alley?"

"If I had called to you from a dark alley and asked you to come over to me alone to have a chat would you have done so?"

Harry just looked at him.

"I didn't think so. I can't be seen there as many of the other death eater's sons and daughters attend Hogwart's and their parents will go with them to get their things. If I was seen by one of them having a pleasant chat with you it might have blown everything I've worked for the past few months to convince Voldemort I'm on his side."

"Alright, so why did you give me that potion and what did you want to warn me about?

"I gave you the potion because I had to do something to show I was willing to harm you. It was really the only way I could convince Voldemort I was on his side. For the most part the death eaters believe me, but I think Voldemort is still suspicious. He probably thinks I could have done worse to you if I had been trying harder."

"How did you get it to me? If you had to put it into something I drank I don't see how you could have done it," Harry said.

"I didn't put it into anything you drank, your cousin did. I couldn't go to your house, because then Voldemort would know where you live, but I was able to follow your relatives when they left you alone, as they did so often. When they were at a carnival, I made it seem as if I were a muggle selling a drink that was supposed to turn your tongue bright yellow and wear off some hours later, your shorter yet abnormally large relative seemed very eager to buy some, he kept saying something about an overgrown tongue and payback. I knew that he disliked you so much that he would put it in whatever you were drinking and obviously I was right."

Harry laughed to himself picturing Snape pretending to be a muggle street seller. He wished he had been able to see that.

"So you did all that to make Voldemort trust in you?"

"Yes, and it has worked for the time being. But I need to warn you that he has a much bigger plan in store for you than giving you nightmares. I don't know every detail yet but I do know that something is wrong with the spell that brought him back. I don't know if it was Pettigrew's fault or something else but there is definitely a problem. He is going to try to get you back because he needs you to fix it."

"He needs more blood?"

"As I said I don't know exactly what is wrong or exactly what he needs but I know that while he is not in immediate peril his time is limited, he is going to try very hard to get to you. Don't try any of your foolish antics this year, they could cost you your life."

"I never tried anything last year and look where that got me..."Harry trailed off remembering the end of the Tri-Wizard Tournament.

"You have to go now. This place isn't safe and your friends will be looking for you."

Snape took off his cloak and gave it to Harry. He covered himself with it and they both walked back to the edge of Diagon Alley. As he handed back the cloak Snape handed him back his wand.

"I had to be sure you would listen."

"I know, and..." Harry started.

They looked at each other for a moment.

"Thank you, for the warning."

Snape looked at Harry and then turned on his heel. He stalked back down Knockturn Alley and didn't look back.

As Harry made his way back he thought about what had just happened. Why had Snape warned him like that? Why didn't he just go to Dumbledore rather than scare the life out of him by dragging him down that alley? He didn't have much time to dwell on these thoughts though as he heard someone yell his name.

"Harry!! Where have you been!"

"We've been so worried!"

"You said you were going to be right back!"

The Weasleys all ran over to him with Hermione, they all looked a bit shaken and Mrs. Weasley looked ready to cry.

"I'll tell you all what happened, but not here. It's not safe to say anything here."

They looked at him a bit strangely and he just stared back.

"Alright then, we best get a move on now," said Mr. Weasley.

Back at the burrow, they all sat around in the den and Sirius joined them when they told him Harry was missing for a while, to hear the story.

Once he finished, Sirius stood up.

"That shouldn't have happened! I can't believe he would do that! Taking you down that horrible place, putting you in more danger than necessary when he could have just contacted Dumbledore!"

"Maybe," Hermione spoke up timidly, looking anxiously at Sirius who was furious, "maybe he couldn't reach Dumbledore. It's possible that he can't get any word out if You-know-who is really suspicious of him."

"Yes and he did have a good reason for not going into Diagon Alley," Ron said quickly.

Harry and Hermione spun to look at Ron.

"What?" he asked

"You just took Snape's side," said Harry.

"Well don't expect it to happen too often, but he did have a point. There were Slytherins all over today, and a lot of the people you told us about were from that house."

"So I guess it was Snape who you heard outside your window the day Sirius came to get you," said Hermione.

"No, it couldn't have been, he said he couldn't come near my house because Voldemort would know where I lived then," said Harry

All of the Weasleys and Hermione cringed when they heard the name.

"Who could it have been then?"

"I'm guessing that we'll find out, if anyone was there at all. I was a little nervous after that dream."

"Well we can't dismiss it as nervousness," said Sirius, "and you can't go anywhere by yourself. If what Snape says is true than there are very few places you will be safe. I'm willing to bet that no matter how much time Voldemort actually has, he'll want to get his hands on you as soon as possible. Never was one for putting things off."

" I think it's time for everyone to get to bed," said Mrs. Weasley "it's been a long day and you have to be up very early to catch the Hogwart's Express tomorrow."

Everyone agreed. Sirius said he would send word to Dumbledore right away. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and the twins all headed upstairs. No one felt incredibly tired after the day's excitement except Harry. He said goodnight to all of them, got changed and got into bed. He was almost asleep when he heard Ron call his name.

"Are you awake Harry?"

"Yes."

"I was just thinking about something Snape said to you."

"What?"

"Well, he said that the potion he gave you made You-know-who trust him for the time being, right?"

"Right."

"Well, what happens if he gets suspicious of Snape again? Do you think he would hurt you? I mean, if it came down to him killing you, or You-know- who killing him, what do you think he would do?"

"I don't know..."

"Me either, but I hope we don't have to find out..."

Harry didn't know how to respond so he just said goodnight again and rolled over. He didn't want to think about it right now, there was nothing that could come from worrying.

He was asleep a few moments later.