Harry Potter had a thing with haunting, nightmarish dreams. With his connection to the Dark Lord growing stronger, the dreams became more graphic and he was forced to relive the horrors of his past every night.

His mother's screams, Cedric Diggory lying dead before him, Sirius's body fading away from him slowly. And not to mention the terror of the green flash.

Only this time it was a dream about someone new. Someone who had only recently been struck with the killer curse. Hedwig. His beautiful snowy owl.

Gone in a blink of an eye.

Blinded by the green flash in his mind, Harry bolted upright in his bed, sweating a little. His friend, Ron, had been watching him struggle for the past few minutes, worried.

"All right, mate?" He said sympathetically. Unlike others, Ron and Hermione understood what he was going through. And Harry was grateful for that, even if he did believe that his best friends were too involved with his troubles. Anyone who was even a mere acquaintance of Harry Potter, was in danger of that killer curse that had been haunting him. Avada Kedavra.

Harry plainly nodded at Ron, then laid back down on his side.