Harry awoke when the pain pouring from his scar finally became too much. He sat up with a start, clutching his scar. He jumped out of bed to the window, not sure if he expected to see Voldemort outside his window, but acting mostly out of self-preservation instinct.

He didn't realize he had yelled out till he saw Ron sitting up staring through the curtains surrounding his bed, a worried look on his face.

"Hey mate, what's wrong, did you, I mean you didn't have another one, I mean a dream about you know who."

"No Ron, it was just a bad dream" Harry lied quickly, not wanting to deal with his friends worry. "It was nothing, don't worry, go back to sleep."

"Harry it's already 7am, at this point there isn't really much use in my sleeping."

"Oh, sorry mate, I didn't mean to wake you up" Harry said apologetically.

"No worries, I mean you can't really help what you dream after all. Maybe it's good you woke us up, we still have to write that star chart for Divinations. Since we have the class in a couple hours, maybe we ought to start on it."

"Oh bugger, I forgot about that! And at this point we don't really have enough time to write that up and try to work out the crap the book is saying."

"Well that's true, but I think we have just enough time to see what the fates have in store for us, or rather what our imaginations do. 'Sides I'm not sure she looks at the papers, maybe she just kind of glances and grades them on how many times the words pain and death turn up, or at least that's my bet."

"I guess so, you're luckier than me, I have to come up with 31 different painful things to happen to me. While you can come up with fifteen for you and then repeat it saying that those things happen to me, since she loves it when others predict my death."

"Yeah I know, my best marks have come from papers written where I see you dying slowing and painfully, amazing, she's really got it out for you. But you'd think that after years of you having outlived her death predications she'd feel kinda stupid, or at least start to wonder if maybe she is misinterpreting something."

"No, she'll never admit she's wrong, she'll probably make up some crap about how the inner eye works without a time line."

"Wow you sounded just like her! Scary!"

"Ron we better get going, maybe Hermione is up and can give us a hand on that potions essay we also don't have finished."

"Oh good idea mate, I keep meaning to ask her, but I never really got around to it."

"Alright I'll meet you down there is a sec."

"Okay."

Ron scampered out the door, letting it slam behind him. Harry shook his head groggily, and reached for his clothes. He was dressed in record time. Then after trying to brush his hair, and ultimately concluding that he was making it worse, he headed towards the door. As he reached for the door handle he sighed to himself, trying to mentally prepare himself to deal with the unending concern of his friends. It wasn't that he didn't love them; it was just that there were times when he just wanted to deal with things on his own. Ever since the end of last year, and Sirius's death, they had been following him with worried eyes like they expect him to start sobbing at any second. And every time he sighed or winced they wanted to know what was wrong, it was starting to drive him up a wall.

After letting out another sigh, he turned the door handle and stepped out of the dorm room. As soon as he opened the door he heard Hermione and Ron screaming at each other.

"Well Ronald Weasley if you had done your work on time then you wouldn't have to rush around at the last minute expecting me to let you copy mine. I can't help that I turned mine in early; I wanted him to clear up a few things for me. Next time do your work!"

"Well if you weren't such a goody goody needed to check your work ahead of time then I wouldn't have to worry. I did part of it anyway, I just wanted to see how close I was to your, I mean just see if I got everything right."

"Oh yes I'll bet you just wanted to check it, and not that you had it half done and needed a bit more info. I'm your girlfriend Ronald Weasley not your personal slave, I have a life of my own, and just because I do my work doesn't mean I'm a goody goody!"

Harry sighed again, but forced himself to smile and say "Hey guys, don't you think it's a bit early for this, I mean people are still sleeping."

"Oh Harry I'm sorry, did we wake you, I'm afraid we didn't know how loud we were being." Hermione said apologetically.

"Don't worry, I was already up, but let's go to breakfast now, I'm starved. Whatever you guys are fighting about won't look nearly so serious once you've eaten."

"Oh you guys are such typical boys; all you think about is food!"

"Ummm yeah, what's wrong with that, after all Hermione, breakfast is the most important meal of the day, or isn't that what you said yesterday?" Harry replied with a grin.

Hermione made a face and stormed out of the common room.

Laughing Ron and Harry followed quickly catching up with her and assuring her that they were merely joking.

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Harry sat quietly trying to blend into the desk as Transfiguration class dragged on.

Harry turned to look where Malfoy was sitting, next to him, and saw him sneering at him.

Why did the teachers really feel the need to ruin his life? I mean he was all for the whole not always working with the same people thing that the teacher had pushed on them, but not if it meant he had to be partnered with Malfoy. How did he always draw his name? Ron was so lucky to get Hermione's name, he had to have cheated.

"Well Potter lets start working on the incantation." Malfoy ordered.

"Gee Malfoy, are you sure that won't be to complicated for you" Came Ron's response from a few desks down.

"Hardly Weasley, you see I have the advantage over you here. Because my vocabulary is made up of more than grunts" Malfoy replied with a smirk.

"Why you lousy git!" Snarled Ron, as Hermione held him back.

Harry leaned back and whispered to Hermione "What does this do?"

"Harry! You should listen!"

"I'm sorry Herms I had a lot on my mind" Harry whispered back.

She got a concerned look on her face and replied "It will transform a drop of your blood into a crystal ball with a single image of your future shown in it"

"Now get to work Potter!" Malfoy snapped.

"Oh sure your highness, your wish is my command."

"Well that's more like it; I always knew you were the submissive type."

"Gee do you usually spend a lot of time thinking about me Malfoy."

Malfoy flushed, and snapped, "Know thy enemy Potter."

"No thanks, I think that would disturb me too much, I have no intention of trying to understand your filthy mind, and no interest in doing so either."

"No surprises there, you never were up to a challenge, not that I'd let you anyway."

"A challenge, there isn't any challenge in understanding you Malfoy, you are a nasty useless git, a evil bastard who will grow up to kiss Voldemort's ass like your father." Harry hissed.

"You bloody bastard, you leave my father out of this, after all you don't have one so what would you know about how they should act! And don't act like you think you know me, you don't, don't presume anything about me you git!"

"Whatever Malfoy, just shut up and tell me if I need to do something."

Harry slowly turned away to watch his friends working on the spell and talking quietly, he sighed wishing he was working with them.

"You are so pathetic Potter, you should be glad you're working with me, instead of with Weasley, with me you may get to actually see your future, assuming you are still alive of course!"

"Well if that's the case I'd rather not know, besides Ron is good at Transfiguration, so I'd do just as well with him as you, and I'd enjoy it more."

"Gee Potter; one might think you didn't like me!"

"Well one might be right then."

"Oh Potter, that hurt, really it did I'm wounded for life, and here I thought we were going to be best friends!"

"Only in your dreams Malfoy!"

"No thank you Potter, you are much too low and insignificant to be in my dreams."

"That's funny, if I recall right, it was you who asked me to be your friend, way back in your first year, or have you forgotten?"

"I haven't forgotten, I was young and foolish."

"Well not much seems to have changed then" Harry snapped back.

"Oh yes and you're just dripping age and wisdom" Draco drawled.

"What would you know about wisdom..."

"Well I know it isn't wise to go around leading my friends into their death" Draco interrupted.

Harry looked furious "You bastard" he screamed and leapt at Malfoy who didn't move fast enough. Soon they were rolling around on the ground punching and kicking each other until...

"What is going on here? Professor McGonagall yelled from the doorway.

Draco and Harry both jerked up.

"Well you see professor..."

"It's like this..."

"Frankly I don't care what caused this, this disgusting behavior, Detention! For both of you, together, tonight, be at my classroom!" She said and with a glare went to talk to another pair that was having trouble with the spell.

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Harry walked into McGonagall's classroom to see that he was the last to arrive. Malfoy sat in a seat obviously waiting for him to get there.

"Well now that Mr. Potter has arrived, I will tell you what your detention is. Tonight you will be cleaning up and organizing one of the schools storage rooms, together. And you will stay there until it is clean and tidy. Is that clear?"

"Yes" both of them replied

"Good then follow me; I'll show you to the room"

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"Hey Malfoy! What is this thing?" Harry asked.

"Shut it Potter, why would I tell you" Draco responded.

"Well maybe because if I don't know what it is I'll put it in the wrong place and then we may have to stay longer" was Harry's reply.

"Fine Potter, since you are incapable of doing anything" Draco snapped.

Draco walked over to where Harry stood and looked at the odd object Harry held in his hand.

"It must be some kind of timepiece, it looks like an antique hourglass" he said and grabbed it and flipped it over to look at the bottom.

"Malfoy don't do that" Harry yelled trying to grab it from him "it could be magical, now give it here."

Both boys tugged at the hourglass as the sand within it fell, and as suddenly the boys felt the world around them spinning, both dropped the hourglass. And then everything went black.