Harry opened his eyes, drenching with cold sweat. He got up, looking around. It was still dark and thankfully, no one was in the room.

His mind was buzzing. What did these dreams have to do with him? Why were they following him? He knew he could not get rid of them until he finds out the truth. He wiped the sweat with his sleeve, laying back on the bed. His eyes were fixed open, and he wasn't about to close them for the rest of the night.

The next morning, Harry found himself alone in the kitchen, quietly having breakfast. Jeremy had gone to his shop earlier, and Ron was still trying to avoid Harry. However, a few moments later, Ron came hustling in the kitchen, carrying the Daily Prophet. Harry jumped up and spill some cereal.

Ron came forward, spreading the Prophet on the table in front of Harry and said, “Look,” said Ron, fervently pointing his finger at an article.

“Lucious Malfoy goes Mad; Three Muggles Dead

Lucius Malfoy, the former respected Ministry of Magic employee, has recently been seen in various nasty incidents involving three murders of Muggles and the torturing of a squib.

‘Even though there have been increased efforts of catching Mr. Malfoy, there has been no success at all. His mansion has been raided a couple of times, but he has always been found absent. His son and wife have been very quiet as well. They don't seem to know the whereabouts of Lucius as well,’ said an Auror to reporters.

The Ministry of Magic has set a special award for the one who catches him, and it seems that Muggles are in greater danger because they are the major targets of Mr. Malfoy at the moment.”

Harry looked at Ron. He wanted to talk about his dream to him, but something was restraining him. As Harry opened his mouth, Ron held up his hand, saying, “No need to apologize. It’s my fault. Forget about it. We have to do something about Lucius!”

Without thinking, Harry got up and said, quite fiercely, “Let’s go to the Malfoy Manor!”

Ron, shaking his head, said, “No, Harry! We just can't just burst into the Manor! We need a plan. And I have one.”

Harry just stared at Ron, who said, “Call Kreacher!”

“What?” asked Harry, loudly.

Ron started pacing around the room, mumbling, “Just call him, Harry. Don't waste time! We haven't got much.”

Harry had no clue what Ron was talking about, but he quickly shouted, “Kreacher!”

The next second, there was a loud pop, and Kreacher appeared out of thin air, bowing towards Harry. Ron spoke, “Kreacher, it’s Harry's order, not mine, that you go to the Malfoy manor to check whether Lucius Malfoy is there or not. Then, come back and tell us.”

Harry stared at Ron, saying, “Ron… what are you saying?”

Ron replied, “Harry, I know what has to be done. Just tell him to go!”

Harry began, “Ron, why now?"

Ron, interrupting, said, “Just tell him, Harry!”

Harry glanced at Kreacher, who stood upright in salute, saying, “Whatever you say, Master.”

The next moment there was a loud Crack! and the elf vanished.