Gwen and Harry spent the rest of the night snuggled up under his blankets. She told him everything she could about her visit to Gemma and her amazing powers. She didn't mention anything about her real name. If he needed to know that it would be much later, after she herself found out.

It was his turn to speak and he looked as if he'd swallowed an elephant. He was trying so hard to articulate the images flashing in his brain, the broken fragments of his dream. He had to tell her. He was certain it was a warning because his scar only hurt when there was danger coming. The scar had ached for some time but it was particularly thunderous the night of the dream. This girl shared a part in his future now.

Finally choking on his words as he forced them out he began to relay the fabric of his dreams. "Gwen, it still hurts to me to even think on it." He said softly, his voice catching on her name. "It was very dark. You were standing by my side and you looked so happy. You had this sweet expression on your face and I just want to look at you forever. But it was getting darker all the time and soon I couldn't see you at all. I felt your hand ripped out of mine and I heard you screaming over and over. And when finally I got to you�" He trailed off, the fear brilliant in his eyes.

"Harry, it's ok. It was just a dream."

"It wasn't Gwen, it was a warning and you need to know. I have to finish." He said the last bit more for himself than her. He was steeling himself for what was about to come out of his mouth and memory. "The light returned just enough to see you. You were lying on the ground, your wand had been shattered. There was a circle of death eaters and your mother was among them."

Gwen gasped.

"I know, but I don't know what that means. She wasn't robed. You looked dead, but you weren't. They were taunting you. They had used the Cruciatus curse on you to the point that there wasn't much left to do in order to kill you. I couldn't do anything to save you. I was frozen with fear and horror. I've never felt so helpless in all my life."

She looked into his green eyes, pale in the dim candle light. He had been through hell. No wonder he flew all the way to Hogwarts.

"It was so real." He whispered, clutching her tightly to his chest. "It was so real."

To be continued in Episode Thirty Six