The dream came again while I was passed out. I saw everything again. Lucius, the two figures, and the door. But it wasn't coming together quite yet. I was nervous this dream would actually come true. Maybe when I went back with the Malfoys for the summer. It was an unexpected thing that could happen at any time.

I opened my eyes, gasping for air. Professor Lupin calmed me down and gave me some more of that chocolate. I was breathing heavily, thinking how I could be in more danger than I already was in now. First Sirius Black, now this? I was going to die before the year was over.

Harry came back for me about five minutes after I woke up. Classes were already over, so we weren't worried about being late. We both walked back to the Gryffindor Tower in silence. About halfway there, I broke it.

"I had a dream last night," I spoke up.

"What was it about?"

I swallowed hard, "Lucius Malfoy."

We stopped. Harry had a worried and confused look on his face. "What happened?"

I told him about how he was beating me and the two figures as well. I also told him about the door. Harry actually took it better than I thought he would. He didn't freak out or anything like that, which I thought he was going to do. I was worried about Ron and Hermione's reactions, though.

We stood there and talked about the dream. Neither of us knew what the dream meant. I was confused about it, but finally Harry told me not to think about it. But it was hard not thinking about it. That dream was a bloody nightmare.

Everyone was around the portrait door, whispering and murmuring. Neville probably forgot the password again. But then I saw Neville standing right beside me with a confused look on his face. When we got there, we saw that the Fat Lady was gone. The portrait was torn where she stood screeching half of the time. Professor Dumbledore came and observed the door. Harry and I just looked at the door with a worried feeling. He looked at me, telling me mentally that everything was okay.

But what if everything wasn't okay, Harry?

Filch had a worried look on his face. He pointed at a painting and everyone headed straight towards it. I could hear Percy yelling, "I'M HEAD BOY!" What a git he was at times.

Harry and I got right in front of the painting and there she was, the Fat Lady, scared as hell. But what she said really scared me. Sirius Black got in the castle.

Now I was worried. I knew that Harry was worried, too. This could not be happening. He got in. He really got into the castle and now he was looking for Harry and me so he could kill us. Well, if I died I would leave all my belongings to the Weasleys.

We all headed to the Great Hall. There were no tables or lights, but there were sleeping bags. Harry saved me a sleeping bag beside him since he wanted us to stay together. I loved Harry, but sometimes he got a little carried away with protecting me. But then again, I was thankful for it since I always worried about him, too.

With that, we drifted off to sleep.

*******

I was running. Running as fast as I could in the dark. It was cold and wet and I just had to get away from him. I didn't know where I was at, and I was with no one. No one to protect me, no one to save me, no one to tell me that everything was going to be okay....

I heard someone yell my name from a distance. It was Lucius Malfoy. He was planning to torture me again. I knew I was in for it this time. To be honest, I was scared for my life, for my damn life.

I fell to the ground. I was breathing heavily, coughing up blood and clutching my side. I felt something wet there. Blood was oozing out of my side, and I was in tremendous pain. My body was going numb and everything was coming back to me. My days living with the Malfoys, the torture, the pain...Draco...

Another yell echoed around the forest again. He was getting closer. I stood up and started running again, ignoring the blood and the pain. But ignoring it wasn't really helping in this situation. I was starting to hurt really bad everywhere. That's when I felt the sharp blade pierce my back. Then, it all went black...

*******

Over the course of several weeks, I was having more of those nightmares. Harry started to worry a lot. He even told Lupin about it, which he really shouldn't have. But it was better than Dumbledore knowing about it.

When neither of us could go on the Hogsmeade trip, we walked around the castle and talked with Lupin about the nightmares and the Dementors as well. I was surprised that he was actually worried about us. It was strange, though, having teachers worry about you. In the Muggle world, teachers worried about you for completely different reasons.

Lupin was talking to us about our issues as if we were best friends. He understood and acted like he knew the solution, kind of like Dumbledore. Minus the being old and the beard.

Anyway, he told us about our parents when we brought them up. He told us about all the things him and my father did when they were at Hogwarts. It made me think of Fred and George and how they were always joking around. Then they would drag me into their evil plans. Ha, those were the days.

After Lupin left, Harry pulled the cloak from under his hoodie and decided we should use it for something. So, we walked around the castle under the cloak, trying to find something to do. That was when Fred and George grabbed us and took us somewhere where no one would see or hear us.

"What are you doing?!"

The twins shushed us and handed us a wrinkled up piece of paper. "What's this rubbish?" I asked.

"'What's this rubbish?' she says," Fred commented with a smirk.

"Seriously, what is this?" I asked again.

After five minutes of explaining, I knew what the wrinkled up paper was. It was called the Marauder's Map, a magical document, showing every person's location within Hogwarts as well as secret passageways in and out of the school castle. How cool was that?! George told us they snatched it from Filch's office during their first year. Maybe I should start hanging out with them more often.

We said goodbye to the twins and we were on our way to one of the secret passageways that lead us to Honeydukes. Everything in there was colorful and it smelled like candy. Well, duh, it was a candy store. I just had a blonde moment for a second there.

After we left, we headed up to the Shrieking Shack. I decided I needed some time alone, so with that, Harry left me and went off looking for Ron and Hermione.

I was about to just break down in the snow and cry. The past few weeks were just horrible for me. I always caught myself staring at Malfoy in class, because he was the main reason why I had been mentally unstable. He was in all of the nightmares that I had. Maybe, for once, Professor Trelawney was right. Maybe we did have some connection between us.

I heard three screams from somewhere. One of the screams said "Malfoy, wait!" Shit, he was gonna find me and harass me or something. But I just ignored it and kept on walking.

Then I fell to the ground.

My whole body was covered in snow. Something heavy was on top of me. It felt like a person, but who? I found my answer when I smelled that minty breath against my face again.

Malfoy.

I couldn't breathe. Did he gain some weight since the last time he was on top of me? Damn, he had gotten fat! Oh, wait, what sounded like Crabbe and some other Slytherin I didn't know, were on top of him while he was still on top of me. I didn't realize Slytherins were so clumsy. I thought they would have some-- holy shit, I couldn't breathe.

"MALFOY, GET OFF OF ME!"

I started gagging and then wheezing badly. They finally got off of me when they realized that I was about to be close to dying. I finally stopped after about ten seconds of being able to breathe properly again. I stood up and gave him a glare. I watched as his hands were on my shoulders. They just laid there, not moving. Was he really--

I fell to the ground again by a harsh push.

For a second there, I thought he was gonna actually hug me, you know, like comfort me. Merlin, was I glad he didn't. I would go all ninja on him if he ever did that.

Well, actually, maybe I wouldn't. It would really be nice just to have someone comfort me, for once. I liked it when Harry was there for me, but sometimes it was just better for someone else to be there, too.

But Malfoy wasn't on my list to become all buddy-buddy with me. Hell to the no.

"Watch where you're going next time, Potter," he spat.

I rolled my eyes and went on my way.

*******

So after Hogsmeade, I went back to the Gryffindor Tower and just sat by the fire in the Gryffindor Common Room like always. That was when Harry came in, pissed off. He looked like he could punch someone right now. I was now starting to worry about him. He had never looked like that at all. Did something happen after I left?

This was one of those times he needed me.

I went over to him and asked him what was wrong. He told me that he was eavesdropping and found out that Sirius Black betrayed our parents and turned them to Lord Voldemort so that he could kill them. And that Sirius was also our godfather.

That actually surprised me. I didn't know what to believe at the moment.

Okay, so maybe he didn't turn in our parents to Voldemort, maybe he heard them wrong. But then maybe it could've been a theory that was true. Then Harry told me about Peter Pettigrew.

According to Harry, Sirius Black was accused of divulging the Potter's secret whereabouts to Voldemort and murdering their mutual friend, Peter Pettigrew, by blowing him up. And all that was left was a finger. And Harry now wanted to find Sirius and kill him.

I had told him so many times that violence was never the answer. Clearly he never listened to me when I said that.

After five minutes of listening to him rant about what he had just heard, he finally stormed off up to the Boys' Dorms.

*******

Defense Against the Dark Arts was actually fun now since Lupin got here. He always built everyone's confidence up and for once I didn't sleep in a class. Well, I usually didn't sleep in class, anyway.

But today I was about to. Snape was teaching us today.

He walked up to the front of the classroom and turned around with sly words coming out of his mouth. "Turn to page 394."

We all did as we were told. I flipped over to the page and looked at it in confusion. Werewolves? We weren't that far ahead yet. What was this idiot thinking?

I saw Draco smirking at me. He really needed to stop doing that. It was getting old. Then Snape assigned us an essay when he knew that there was a Quidditch match tomorrow against Hufflepuff. Oh, yeah, I was a beast at Quidditch. I was a Chaser. But he had no right to give out an essay when we had to practice for tomorrow's match. It was completely unfair.

But he continued on with the lesson. Harry and I saw a piece of paper shaped like a bird, flying over towards him. It was from Malfoy. Of course, I got one, too. Except it wasn't a bird, it was a heart instead.

Wow. What a stupid joke that was.

We both opened up the papers. Harry had a drawing of him being hit with a Quaffle and being struck by lightning with him on a broom and Malfoy laughing behind him. And what was my note? It said:

I wonder what it's like to be stabbed in the back. Literally.

Oh my Merlin.

Malfoy had gotten into my dreams.

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A/N: OKAY! So I guess I'm gonna start doing these at the end of every chapter.

Well, anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Sorry it took so long! I kept starting over at one point.

Comment, vote, thanks for reading!

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