Harry's Dream Discovery

Harry's POV

The night before the task, Harry dreamed of naked women dancing around a fire in the light of a full moon. It was one of his favorite dreams. He had just gotten to a good part, when he was hailed by Picard that there was something happening, and he was needed. He jerked out of dream and was on the main deck of the Enterprise. Communications were opened with the away team. "Data has come across something, and we were just about to hear his report," the captain said, nodded to a helmsman, who typed something in and the overhead screen changed from black space to Data's face.

"Thanks, Captain," Harry said, turning to look at the view screen. "What have you got for me, Data?" he asked, to the stoic face of the android.

"We were scanning the white space trying to analyze what it was, so far everything indicates it is a void of nothingness. We were progressing towards the orange glow, when sensors indicated a small anomaly floating within. We changed course to intercept and scans showed that it is the night you ran. We believe that the shield surrounding it was part of a memory blocking spell. It took us time, but we dropped the shield without corrupting the integrity of the memory. I am uploading it now," Data stated as he looked down and pushed some keys in front of him.

Harry watched the computer screen as the scene played out. While it wasn't completely incriminating, it would help in taking down Snape. "Thanks, crew, let me know if you make it to my memories, but do me a favor and alert me first. I don't want to be in the middle of something and have those all slam into me at once." The last thing he needed was a mass influx of memories when he least expected it.

"Understood, Harry. My analysis shows that that would be for the best as well," Data stated with a sharp nod.

"Thanks again, Harry out," the sleeping teen said with a cordial nod. The viewer went blank and Harry turned way, thinking over the recovered memory. His face was grim. He knew that slimy bastard had something to do with all this, and he really hoped the twins pulled off their part. Now, with the plan that they had, this memory would go a long way in helping. That and the conversation he had had with the Bloody Baron. If he could somehow project those to Madam Bones, then the potions teacher was done for. He smiled in his sleep as he pictured all the ways the man would be taken down.

"Captain, have someone figure out a way to project my memories. I want to be able to show them as if viewing a movie screen," he commanded, trying not to come off as an arse, but failing miserably. "Sorry, I have a lot on my mind and I need this done by tomorrow." He rubbed his eyes and ran a hand down his face.

"We will get it done, Harry," Picard stated as he started barking orders.

"I'm going back to sleep, and hopefully dream more relaxing dreams," Harry stated as he slipped back in his dreams of lovely ladies.

The next morning was bright and clear, Harry shivered from the cold as he put on his normal jeans and jumper. He was very glad he still had his boots; they were a godsend in this freezing weather. As he laced them up he noted that there was a uniform hanging on the door. It was a red and gold Quidditch uniform, and he wondered if it was his.

He shook his head and reckoned that Dumbledore had one of the house elves bring it to his room. It was just hanging there like he was supposed to wear it, but he ignored it. He didn't understand why that man didn't get a clue. He had no idea how many times he had to tell him he wasn't going to play their games, but it was getting increasingly trying.

He went to the common room, but no one was there. Shrugging his shoulders, he went to the Great Hall. There was his group of friends all fretting about what could happen today, if the looks they shared was any indication. He had no idea why they were worried; the plan was simple and there was no risk involved. He sat by the twins and quietly asked, "Did you get it?" he asked, cutting a look to the Staff Table and seeing all the teachers and officials there. It was a great feat in restraint that he didn't glare at Snape.

"Yeah," they whispered back as Fred handed him an object, which he placed in his TARDIS pocket.

"It was easy, what with all the practice we've been doing," George continued with a wink.

"Piece of cake," Fred said, copying his brother. "I'm surprised that it was still there. You would think Snape was smart enough to get rid of it." He shook his head at the man's oversight.

"Nay, he thinks because he Obliviated me that he's safe." He didn't tell them he got his memory back. This was not the place to discuss it.

"Probably," the twins said.

"This is great, thanks guys," our hero stated with a wide smile. This would go a long way in trapping Snape. If they got something implicating the man in making illegal potions, then all he had to do was give it to Madam Bones. Coupled with his memories, yeah, it was going to be a good day.

"Harry, are you sure you know what you're doing?" Hermione whispered, leaning over the table to make sure that no one heard her. She wasn't sure that everything was going to go as planned. She felt that Harry was getting too cocky in his movements with the staff. There was just so much that could go wrong.

"Don't worry, I've got this," he said smoothly, unknowingly proving her point. "I'm just going to sit in the stands with you guys and talk to Madam Bones. I'll give her what I've got and then let her take care of the rest. I'm not going to play superhero, so calm down," he stated calmly as he casually served up some hot cereal.

"Okay, well, the first task is starting soon, so you better eat up," she said, going back to her breakfast. She was still worried, but she was hopeful that with Madam Bones there, and that it would go off okay.

The gang ate and chatted on unimportant things, while the adults agonized.

Dumbledore's POV

"Look at him; he looks like he doesn't have a care in the world. I thought you were going to speak to him," Crouch Sr. stated, glaring at the old man. He just knew that boy was going to make him look bad. He was just eating completely unconcerned with what was happening today. Not like the other champions, who were pushing their food around their plates.

"Do not worry so, Bartemius, I will make sure that young Harry is at the first task," Dumbledore stated, though he was bit concerned. He had tried to find Harry all week, but he and his friends kept disappearing on the seventh floor. He didn't know where he or his friends went, or what they were doing. For all he knew the boy was up to something and from the looks of it he was right. However, he had a plan to get Harry to the task, and he was not going to fail.

"You'd better, or it is on your head," the surly man snapped as he got up and stomped out of the room. He had last minute things to take care of.

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