Author's Note: This is my first attempt at a Harry Potter story. I'm not like a huge fan of this book series, so I don't know much about it. However, with assists from friends of mine who are and some research done, I was able to produce this. Hope everyone enjoys. It takes place after Order Of The Phoenix. For the record, I don't own anything relating to this story except some of the characters and the plot.

It was the same dream he'd had every night for the last three nights. No real images, per say, merely feelings. Feelings of desire, pain, tragedy, and violence. And at the end, a burning figure eight. That's always what made him awake. Tonight was no different, as he awoke in a fright, sweat pouring down his face. For a moment, he forgot where he was and even who he was. Soon, it all slowly came back to him.

He was Harry Potter, known throughout the wizarding world as "The Boy Who Lived".

Surveying his area, he thought to himself, "I must still be dreaming. This can't be the Dursleys."

Then it came to him. Of course it wasn't. They went on a vacation, leaving him high and dry with no place to stay over the summer.

"Thank Merlin for Ron," he thought to himself. It was Ron who arranged for Harry to stay at the burrow. This summer had promised to be a good one. Hermione was staying at the burrow as well and so they'd all be together for the summer.

Harry looked at the clock at his bedside. Three in the morning. He decided he couldn't sleep anymore and walked downstairs to the living room. There he found Ron, sitting down next to the fireplace, watching television. Harry sat down in the chair across from Ron.

"Couldn't sleep either, mate?" Ron asked.

"Unfortunately no," Harry replied, his eyes strangely fixated on the fire, "I keep having this strange dream."

Ron broke his gaze from the television and stared at Harry. "Pardon my asking," he began, "but does this dream of yours have a figure eight on fire?"

Dumbfounded, Harry stared at Ron. "Actually, yeah," Harry replied.

Ron looked uneasy as his gaze returned to the television. "Me too," he said.

Harry frowned. "It can't just be coincidence," he muttered.

Ron shrugged. "We'll see what Hermione thinks about it in the morning," he said.

Harry nodded and switched to conversation to quidditch. Soon, sleep found them both again and they nodded off in their chairs only to be awakened an hour later by the sound of someone frantically moving down the stairs. Harry looked behind him to see Hermione standing at the bottom of the staircase, drenched in sweat and looking very much afraid.

"Hermione," Harry began, "What's the matter? You look terrified."

Hermione walked over and sat down next to Harry. "I had this most horrifying dream," Hermione replied, still in a trance about her experience, "I couldn't really see anything, but I could feel what was going on. And there was this…"

"Burning figure eight?" Harry asked.

Shocked and amazed, Hermione replied, "How did you know?"

"Ron and I had the same dream," Harry responded.

Hermione stared at him in disbelief. "How is that possible?" she asked.

Harry shook his head. "I'm not sure," he replied.

"Perhaps the others had it, too," Ron said, joining the conversation.

"We should ask them in the morning," Harry said. Hermione nodded.

"And I'll try to see if I can find any information on that image," she added.

They then all sat in silence, pondering the meaning of this dream.

Roughly an hour later, everyone else in the house began stirring. Ginny was down first.

"My aren't you three up early," she said.

"None of us could sleep," Ron responded, "By the way, you haven't had any odd dreams lately, have you?"

Ginny cocked her head and stared at him. "No," she answered, "Why?" Ron started to speak, but Harry cut him off.

"No reason," he said quickly. Ginny shrugged it off and walked into the kitchen. Fred and George were down next.

"Having bad dreams, are we?" Fred and George asked simultaneously.

"How do you know that?" Hermione asked.

"We heard you guys groaning in your sleep," Fred said. "It was either a really bad dream or a really good one," George remarked, causing Ron to throw a pillow at them. Cackling like hyenas, Fred and George bounded into the kitchen.

"Figures it would only be us three," Ron remarked under his breath.

Mrs. And Mrs. Weasley were down next, saying their "good-mornings" as they walked into the kitchen. Harry stared out the far window as the sun began to rise. The blurred images of his dream were starting to come to him. They were more than just feelings. They were beginning to take form, but he was still unable to make them out clearly. Mrs. Weasley broke Harry from his trance.

"Harry," she began, "There's a letter here for you."

Harry frowned. "Who knows I'm staying here?" he thought to himself.

Harry stood up and walked into the kitchen, where he saw an owl. He didn't recognize the owl, but grabbed the letter it was carry anyway. He opened it up and immediately recognized the handwriting. "It's from Cho," Harry muttered. He sat down at the table and read the letter to himself:

Dear Harry,

How are you enjoying your summer? Hope it's a good one. By the way, Hermione and Ron told me where you'd be over the summer. Hope you don't mind. Write back soon.


Harry finished the letter and thought to himself, "Why would she want to know something like that?" Harry folded up the letter and walked back into the living room.

"Who was it from, Harry?" Ron asked.

"Cho," Harry replied, giving Ron and Hermione and odd glance.

Hermione looked at Ron. "I take it you didn't tell him," she said.

Ron shrugged. "Must've slipped my mind," he replied.

Harry smirked and decided he was going to write back. Grabbing a quill and a piece of parchment, Harry sat down and began writing:

Dear Cho,

I am enjoying my summer. How is yours? And no I don't mind at all that you know where I'm staying. But yeah, my summer has been great so so far. Although, I haven't been getting much sleep lately. I keep having these rather odd dreams. I'm starting to ramble on, so I'll stop and simply say have a good summer and see you at the start of the school year.


Harry finished the letter and took it to his owl, Hedwig. At once, the owl took off toward its intend destination. Harry sat down at the table with everyone else and ate breakfast. All the while his mind kept wandering to that dream. He couldn't shake the feeling that somehow these dreams may have something to do with Voldemort.

After breakfast Harry and Ron played a game of Quidditch with Fred and George. Hermione sat down on the back porch, half watching them play, half reading the book in front of her. Ginny sat down next to her.

"What are you reading?" she asked.

"I'm looking for something," Hermione answered, "Something I saw in a dream."

Ginny didn't respond and instead watched the boys play Quidditch. The day was almost over and Harry and Ron, exhausted from Quidditch, dragged themselves into the house and slumped down on the couch. Hermione, still reading the book, glanced over at them and smirked. When her attention drew back to the book, she nearly dropped it. There, in front of her, was the image she'd seen in her dreams. The burning figure eight. Ron and Harry saw her shocked expression and rushed to her side. Both of them stood there, staring at the image on the page, just as vibrant as their dream. After what seemed like an eternity of staring at the image, Hermione finally picked the book up and sat down with Ron and Harry sitting on either side of her.

"It's a relic," Hermione said, "According to this, it's the Infinity Pendant."

"Why is it a figure eight, then?" Ron asked.

"Because eight is the only number that doesn't have an end," Harry said, "And on its side, it's the symbol for infinity."

Hermione continued reading: "The Infinity Pendant is the last line of defense against a great evil. This is because the pendant requires the energy of the four most powerful wizards and witches of the magical world, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw, along with the four elements of nature, air, earth, fire, and water."

Harry thought to himself, "Eight different energy sources. But why?"

"Says here that the pendant was broken into eight different pieces and could only be re-formed by the power of eight and love made by fate," Hermione said, "It doesn't say anything else."

"What do you suppose that means?" Ron asked, "Power of eight and love made by fate?"

Harry frowned. "Perhaps the pendant requires eight people to power it. It would explain the four wizards and four elements part," he replied.

Hermione re-read the section again. "It doesn't say," she remarked, "I think we should inquire further when we return to Hogwarts."

Harry nodded. Just then, he heard Ginny's voice ring out from the kitchen, "Harry, you've got a letter." Harry stood up and walked into the kitchen. Ginny handed him the letter and Harry was astounded to find that it was from Cho. Harry opened the letter and sat down to read it.

Dear Harry,

I'm having strange dreams, too. Maybe there's a coincidence. Tomorrow, I'll be in London. I'd love it if you, Ron, and Hermione would meet me there so we could spend a day together. Then we can talk about these dreams we are having…and a few other things as well. Shall we say eleven in the morning at Big Ben? See you then.


Harry put the letter down. "What else would she want to talk about?" he questioned to himself.

He got up and walked back into the living room. "Hey guys," Harry began, "Who wants to go to London tomorrow?"

Hermione shot Harry a puzzled look. "What for?" she asked.

"Well Cho wants to meet us there and spend the day with us," Harry replied, "She's been having the same dreams, too."

Ron perked up at this bit of information. "Then maybe we should go to London," he said.

Suddenly Ginny chimed in, "Hey, I want to go, too."

Nobody had any disagreements, so it was settled. The four of them would go to London and meet Cho in the morning.