Disclaimer: Harry Potter and other characters from the Potterverse do not belong to me.

Summary: Disturbing dreams have always been part of Harry's life, but the arrival of new dreams has brought him a whole new world of trouble.

Pairing: HP? I'll probably run a vote, I'm not very picky on whether or not this is slash or hetero, but I will not pair him with Hermione, I've already got plans for her, and, I have plans for Ginny as well.

PROLOGUE

Sunlight streamed brokenly through a canopy of leaves, highlighting the ground with dancing splashes of radiance. No birds sang in these trees and no small creatures made any sound. The smell of fear was strong in the woods and many of the animals shivered in the myriad of hiding spaces they had found. Fox and mice huddled together, their shining eyes staring, warily, into the quiet clearing.

A lone buck had his ears pricked upwards, listening, his sides trembling and white froth dripping from his sides and mouth. He was tired and he was afraid.

Sinuous forms raced through the dappled light, their multicolored forms flashing as each ray hit their bodies. Long, powerful, legs pushed them onwards, their muscles rippling under their scaled hides. Delicate nostrils quivered in anticipation; the smell of their quarry was stronger than ever. Their white eyes, unseeing and terrifying, were focused ahead of them as they closed in on their prey.

The buck tensed, his hindquarters gathering, and then leaped upwards in an attempt to escape his hunters. The stink of his own fear filled his nose as he miscalculated and ran into the very mouths he was trying to escape.

Ivory fangs glistened, savage cries of victory escaping from the mouths that housed them. They had succeeded in their hunt and, with one last shriek of victory, pulled the screaming buck down. The creatures tore into the hapless buck, eating their fill even as it twitched in its last throes of death and its eyes glazed over, never to see again.

The largest creature, face covered in blood and gore, lifted its head and stared straight into a pair of frightened emerald eyes before lunging forward to kill again.

Yelling in fear with sweat dripping from his body, Harry Potter sat up in bed, his eyes darting around the small dark room he had at his Aunt and Uncle's house. Seeing nothing there, he fell back, wiping his hand down his face before turning on his side to look at the clock. "Two in the morning, bloody hell." Twisting onto his back again, he winced then pulled his wand from beneath his shoulder. "I doubt I'll be getting to sleep again. Looks like I'll be catching up on the way to Hogwarts tomorrow."

Holding his wand up and staring at it in thought, he frowned then looked over at his desk. "I'll have to remember to ask Hermione what those were."