my mind shifts the scene from my dream and instead of me it's the Death Eaters, laughing and jeering at him as the light leaves his eyes and my mind is made up, no dream that shows me the worst can scare me away from this fact. Everything I, every crime I commit and every scream rendered from the people that would do him harm I dedicated to Harry. I realize now that my dream wasn't a warning that I was straying away but a reminder that if I don't do what I need to do then that Image from the dream will be a reality and I will walk into hell fueled by righteous fury to freeze it over myself before I let that repeat happen.