/Harry's Dream: He finds himself wandering the halls of Hogwarts late at night. He is searching for something, he knows he is; but doesn't know what. He is trying to move as quietly as he can; because there are others out here tonight looking for him. Professor Quirrell and Professor Snape, Lucius Malfoy and son, and LeStrange; are all trying to find him, to hurt him, to kill him, for what he did to them. // //The logical part of Harry realizes he is only dreaming; but can't help but follow along for the ride to see if this dream is any different from all the ones before, other than the addition of a new member of his group of nightmares. "Who will catch me this time? Malfoy Junior, or maybe, Daddy and Junior? Just have to make sure to wake up in time."// //As he moves down the hallway; he comes to a door that he doesn't recognize. "This is different" he thinks as he goes in. The room appears to be an old, unused classroom, with covered desks and chairs, and a layer of dust on everything. Everything except a huge mirror leaning against the back wall of the room. Curious; he shuts the door behind him and moves toward the mirror, there is just enough moonlight through the upper windows to show a reflection in the glass.// //Looking in the mirror; he gasps; because, instead of his face looking back at him; he sees two people who can only be his parents standing on the other side of the mirror. They look just the same as they did in the Wedding Picture that Sirius had shown him over the summer. His mother reaches out her hand to him, pressing it against the glass in the mirror, and, unconsciously he reaches out as well. As soon as their hands meet at the glass; there is a bright flash of light; and; when Harry looks up; blinking his eyes clear, he is in a room with his parents.// //"Mum? Dad? Is it you? How can you be here? You're dead!" // //Lily says; "Yes Harry, it's us; we don't have much time; Magic is powerful; but it can't bring back the truly dead. We needed to talk to you. But first; come here!" She beckons him forward and his parents pull him into a loving hug.// //Releasing him, his father speaks; "Harry; we know what you are doing; and; your goals are very laudable, and we are proud of you for them. Although your mom and I aren't happy that you have been forced to kill at such a young age, we understand that sometimes in war, things are necessary. But, I want to caution you; even though you think you can handle what the killings have done to your soul, not everybody can. Hermione isn't you. You will need to be strong and supportive for her; otherwise she will have a very rough time dealing with the guilt of having killed. Without your help, she may fall apart, and you could lose her." James pauses; then said; "Our time here grows short; but, remember what we said. We do love you, and want to see you succeed." There is another flash; and // /Harry opened his eyes and saw Hermione in the same position she had fallen asleep in/. // /'I won't lose you Hermione! I'll do whatever I have to do; I'll help you deal with whatever has to be done." He thought, looking down at her tear-stained face.