Things were very tense in the kitchen the next day, and while Harry was poking at his toast he noticed the uncomfortable glances Snape was giving him.

"How did you sleep Harry?" Hermione asked breaking the silence that had settled in the room.
"Fine yeah, just had a weird dream"

As soon as he said that he saw Snape sitting up straighter and placing the cup of tea on the saucer.
"And what praytell was in your dream?" He inquired.

Harry shifted in his seat, aware that now everyone in the room was looking at him. He gulped down a hot sip of his tea and winced. Too hot.

"Uh it was nothing honestly" he stammered.
"Potter..." Severus warned.
"And why you need to know?" Harry burst out in a threatening tone.
Snape sighed, pushing his tea away.
"It's important Potter. you know what happened last time you had a terrible dream"

Harry looked down at the wood table, his muscles tensing.
"That was completely different, I don't understand why a dream about a random fucking Regulus locket has to do with anything!"

Snape stood up, fast, looking kind of confused. "Did you say Regulus?"
"Yeah why?" Snapped Harry now in a bad mood.

Snape cleared his throat and without any other words left the room like a cold breeze.

"Well that was awkward" Ron said, clearly trying to cut the tension. Draco awkwardly glanced between Harry and his lap.

"I need to do some research I'll see you boys later" Hermione said hurriedly and rushed out of the room.

Things were becoming too overwhelming for Harry, with everything that happened the past week, it was just too much to cope with. So he got up and stormed out of the room as well, running up the creaky old stairs and going to an abandoned room. With the door shut behind him he slid to the floor and felt the tears begin to fall. He tilted his head back and felt his hair fall into his eyes as he breathed in the dusty air. Breathe. Just breathe. He scrubbed the tears away and sighed a deep breath. After a few minutes he took in the room in it's compete mess. Did no one ever clean in here?

Now that his brain had calmed down a bit he stood up, dusted off his jeans and investigated the room, walking over to the window he nearly tripped on the floorboards.
"Fuck sake" Harry muttered to no one in particular. He kicked at the board in annoyance and noticed that in fact it was slightly raised on one side. He lifted it up and found an old looking steel box. Taking a look inside he saw a golden locket.

Wait this is what I dreamed about? It must have something to do with Voldemort. But a locket? What does this even mean.

Upon further inspection he noticed a note inside. The old note said 'Possession of Regulus black'

Well fuck.

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"Okay so we're going to go ahead with the plan, I have a feeling he's going to run away soon. So everyone knows what to do so let's sit tight"

"Just to say I'm not happy with this plan" Pansy said
"Well tough you kind of brought this on yourself" Hermione replied.

"The potions will be ready soon"

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A/N I am not dead. Thank you for your patience and concern. life can be a bit hectic so I haven't had time or energy to put into this hobby. Hope you enjoy :)