My dream thou brok’st not

OK My original Chapter 3 needed editing, and it seems to have vanished from the system anyway.

So, here's the all new chapter three. Someone pointed out that the story was set after GoF not OoTP.
No.
It's after OoTP. I was just ill and wrote the wrong things.
So here's the proper chapter, and I can finally get this story going again!

Enjoy!

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Harry glanced around the room nervously. Dumbledore had said he wasn’t in trouble, but he was still sitting here in his office, with Dumbledore looking at him closely.
Harry once again felt as though Dumbledore knew everything that happened, and wondered if there was any point in hiding anything from the old man.

“So Harry,” started Dumbledore, “We didn’t get to talk much at the end of last year. I was wondering how you’d been.”

“What do you mean, Sir?” asked Harry a little confused.

“Well, you went through a lot last year, you saw someone who had become a dear friend killed, fought Voldemort again and,” here he smiled gently, “won again.”

“Yeah he must be getting pretty fed up of that.” Harry laughed hollowly in an attempt at humour.

Dumbledore continued to smile.

“You’ve been through a lot,” he stated, “especially for someone so young. I just want to be sure that you’re alright.”
He looked closely at Harry, who avoided his eyes.

He couldn’t tell Dumbledore about the nightmares. Dumbledore was relying on him to be the hero. Everyone was relying on him to be the hero. To be the one who’s always there to stop Voldemort.
“I’m fine, Professor.” he looked up into Dumbledore’s eyes, smiling brightly. “Really, I am. I’ve spoken to Ron and Hermione about it all, and it really helped. I’m ok, though. You really don’t need to worry.”

Dumbledore continued to observe Harry. “You’re sure, Harry?”
Harry grinned. “Yeah.”

Dumbledore beamed. “I knew you were strong Harry. Now, I should let you get back to the feast and all that marvellous food.”

“Yeah... well, I am a little hungry.” Harry confessed.

Dumbledore stood. “Thank you Harry.And remember.. if you do need to talk, I’m usually here.”
Harry nodded. “Thanks, Professor.”
He turned and headed out of the office and walked slowly down the stairs.
He felt guilty at having lied to Dumbledore, but it was the right thing to do.
Then his stomach grumbled and he set off at a run for the great hall.

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“So what did he want?” Ron hissed at Harry from across the table, as he resumed his place in the great hall.
“Tell you later.” said Harry shortly, grabbing hold of a chunk of bread and stuffing it into his mouth quickly.
Ron grinned at him, whilst Hermione rolled her eyes.
“You nearly missed the feast.” she said. “I’m surprised he didn’t give you food when he was talking to you.”
Harry shrugged and reached over for a lovely looking pork chop.

Finally Harry was feeling less hungry, and the plates emptied and refilled with desert.
“Oh look at that chocolate cake!” moaned Ron happily, reaching out to grab a slice.
Harry grinned and quickly filled his plate with food.
“Best thing about Hogwarts, this is.” said Ron through a mouth full of cake.
Hermione tutted and sighed at him.

In what seemed like no time at all, the feast was over and Harry was uncomfortably sliding the top of his trousers around. His stomach was filled and a little painful for it.

“Ugh, I think I ate too much!” exclaimed Ron as the three headed out of the great hall and followed the mass of gryffindor students up to their common room.

“Well, if you didn’t stuff yourself, Ron, you wouldn’t be feeling like that.” chided Hermione.
“But the food, it’s so wonderful!” moaned Ron.

Hermione and Harry looked at each other and grinned at Ron’s discomfort.

“So Harry,” said Hermione quietly, pulling him and Ron into a corner in the common room, “What did Dumbledore want?”

Harry hesitated a moment then shrugged.
“Just wanted to make sure I was ok... after, well after what happened when Vol.. “ he paused. He had never had a problem with saying that name before, much to the annoyance of anyone around him, but now, he didn’t want to say the name of the person who had caused so much death, “When we were in the Ministry of Magic.”

Ron looked a bit confused, but Hermione nodded wisely.
“But you’re all right aren’t you,” asked Ron, “I mean yeah he hurt you, but Madam Pomfrey fixed that up last year?”

Hermione rolled her eyes at him, “Ronald, just because Harry’s ok physically, doesn’t necessarily mean he’s ok..”
She trailed off and looked at Harry, concern in her eyes.
“You saw someone you loved get killed, Harry, it’s a horrible thing to have to see... are you ok?”

Harry smiled, glad to know at least Hermione understood, but still, he couldn’t tell them, “Yeah, really, I’m ok. I’m going to have to put up with that kind of thing a lot aren’t I? So there’s no point in letting it get to me.”
He grinned at them both, his stomach churning at the memory of Cedric’s open, staring eyes, which always seemed to be present now, mocking him for not caring about them as much as he did about the ringing cruel laughter of Bellatrix after she killed Sirius.
Hermione smiled proudly at him, “You’re very brave, Harry.”

Harry was wishing he hadn’t eaten so much at the feast, he felt sickened at himself.
“I think I’m gonna go to bed though,” he said, “I think I ate too much as well.”

He grinned at Ron who groaned in agreement.
“Sounds like a good idea, mate.”

Hermione nodded and stood, “I think I will as well,” she said wearily, “It’s pretty late anyway.”

Harry nodded and smiled, “See you in the morning Hermione.”

He picked up his bag and he and Ron headed up the stairs to the boy’s dormitory.