I promise if I ever do finish it I'll repost and give out the whole story, but I don't see that happening.
Chapter 6 is below.
Like I say, if you TRULY WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS, PM me.... cause I don't see how this'd work, to many things on my mind and I haven't done anything with this story in so long man...
Anyways, CHAPTER 6!
Enjoy the last posted chapter
Sarah
P.S: I just realized I never finished the chapter... wow, that's sad. Anyways, I'll add the end on later, it doesn't matter anyways, it still ends with where I was pretty good for a chapter ending anyways. I might add the last part later, but it won't be much anyways. So ya, didn't finish chapter but it's still at a pretty good spot to end a chapter. I'll stop rambling about my loss of the end.

Chapter 6
Dom’s Consciousness

Walking down the dark hallway, I eventually ran into a wall. Feeling above me, I grabbed a ledge and pulled myself up, looking into the window.
“I told you to go away.”
I was not startled. I merely looked inside and saw the girl, Dom, coming towards the window.
“Why are you here?” I asked.
“I can’t say.”
“Why?”
“It’s to explain...”
“Seamus told me your story, your basic past. Is that why you’re in there?”
“Maybe. Why do you care so much about it?”
“I only wish to help.”
“Well right now you can help by going away,” Dom snapped, glaring at me slightly.
“You aren’t helping yourself by pushing others away.”
“It works,” she spat.
“Are you afraid?” I asked, looking Dom right in the eye.
“You know my story, so why don’t you tell me?”
“I don’t know you anymore than you know yourself. You know I’ve been watching from here for awhile, and I can’t stop coming, it happens. The least you can do is tell me why you’re here.”
“I’ve heard the stories of your visions last year, about the Department of Mysteries. They went away when you figured it out, visited the place, am I correct?”
“Yes, but I think you aren’t really going to end up here physically, put into the tiny cell you’re in right now.”
“Why do you think I’m in here then?”
“Like I said before, I heard your story, and I think you feel this way, feeling like you can only trust yourself, lock yourself away, shut everyone out.”
“It looks like you’ve figured me out then.”
“Why shut out those that are only trying to help?”
“Because last time I believed I got help, it did it get me anywhere? All the person was use me for their own good. I believed someone cared, someone wanted to help, wanted to be a friend, but they didn’t have that in mind. I’ve learned to trust no one but myself, yet sometimes I waver on that.”
“You can’t be able to... not trust yourself,” I responded pointedly, unsure of how to phrase my thought.
“I know, that’s why everyone thinks I’m weird, thinks I’m different. I’m not like your average girl, your average person, I put my trust in others and they tore it up and threw it away.”
“When I was sent to the Dursleys as a baby, I learned quickly not to trust them. They made me live in the cupboard under the stairs, the only light was the one from outside. I had no fun, I was used, wasn’t fed properly, their servant. My cousin would beat me up in school, everyone thought I was the weird kid with glasses and has no friends. I didn’t have any friends because I didn’t trust anyone, yet I get the letter saying I was accepted into Hogwarts, and I felt like I was thrown into another world by Dudley, but when I got on that train, I met my friends, I trusted after so long of being deprived of the feeling of always being on guard. You just accept one person, and your life can turn around. That’s all you have to do.”
“You didn’t have it as hard as I did. Sure, you cleaned up after your family, you were picked on, beat up, etcetera, but my parents did that to me, not some kid that takes their anger out on the weakling, it was the adult that took everything out on their weakling. They made me weak, they deprived me of food for days, barely giving me enough water to live. I slept on a cold, stone floor for at least eleven years, and then I was sent to Durmstrang. I felt free for the first time in my life, but when I went to the school, I was anything but. Picked on by everyone, people’s target practice for jinxes, hexes, spells, everything. I had no friends, I had no life. Someone came into it finally, and they took even more from me then I ever knew I had, most of all, they shattered my trust in others. You can’t expect me to suddenly trust people here, because you might think your past was difficult, and I know loosing your parents can be hard, but you haven’t put up with as much as I have.”
“You’re a direct descendant of Godric Gryffindor himself, brave, courageous, strong, adventurous. You’re acting like everything but that. How can one so opposite of their descendants be in their own House?”
“I put up with beatings my whole life and learned not to cry over it. How is that not strong?”
“If you were so strong, you’d be able to put your past behind you and meet people.”
“Would you consider this a meeting then?”
I shrugged.
“Well... Harry, I guess I can talk to you later, but I have to go.”
A bright light created a halo around Dom, and she seemed to be swallowed up by it.
“Harry!”
Jumping up and out of bed, Harry nearly fell onto the floor. He reached out to find his glasses, and he put them on. Looking at him was Seamus and Ron.
“Yeah?” Harry asked.
“You were talking in your sleep...” Ron responded, shrugging.
“It was getting annoying really,” Seamus concluded.
“Really? What’d I say?”
“Something about trust, Gryffindor, strength...”
“And me,” Seamus finished for Ron, an eyebrow raised. Harry chuckled.
“What were you dreaming about this time?” Ron asked.
“I was just talking...”
“You... talking to... her in a dream?” Ron cut him off, astounded.
“How does that work?” Seamus pressed. Harry just shrugged and got out of bed.
Getting dressed, he gathered his supplies and lumbered downstairs, still tired. He dropped his things beside the couch of the common room and sat down. He longed to fall asleep, but if he did he might have another dream again, and didn’t want to go through that again just now.
“Have a good sleep?” Hermione asked in a sarcastic way.
“What do you mean by that?” he asked suspiciously.
“I didn’t get much sleep last night because of her,” she responded, somewhat mysterious.
"Her?"
"Yeah, Dom wouldn't stop talking about 'I told you to go away...' and her past and other stuff I didn't catch..."
"Did she say anything else?"
"Not that I was paying attention to. Why?"
"I was talking to her in my dream last night..."
"So that's what it was!"
"Yeah..."
"What'd she have to say?"
"It was more fighting than anything else, Mione. Not much to it," Harry responded, shrugging. Before Hermione could respond, Dom wandered downstairs. She looked at Harry with sleepy eyes, and then turned around and walked back up the stairs.
"Dom..."
She ignored him. He watched her walk across the floor upstairs and go back to the dorm.
"Should I...?"
"Please," Harry cut off Hermione, knowing what she'd say. Hermione got up and went back up the stairs leading to the girls' dorm.

Just adding on the last bit cause I felt like it... if anyone noticed the change of course I'm continually adding on, just... ya, sorry but I can't help it!
If it doesn't get deleted, it'll be in the inactive F.Fs for awhile before being deleted...