(A/N): Hi, like you See I have a new story, isn't that nice? This one I DO know where I want to take it (at least the first book). There is by the way NO SLASH, the only romance in the story will be canon, and even those will be small.

Lenalee's World will be updated once I figure out where I should take that one. (I had only a few chapters planned but beyond that I had no idea where to take it.) In truth chap2 is on ff already but I stay finding errors so I don't dare to post, which is the reason why I'm refusing to re-read this one AGAIN.

That said I NEED a beta, for this story(for LW, any future ones and my own sanity too), a beta that also dares to kick my ass when I'm being a lazy-ass.

Enjoy!

A Deathly Turn in Time

By: Pax Agrona

"A corridor, white, endless, and deep shadows, the walls where of Gothic design and had a symbol carved on them, one that for some reason he couldn't quite remember should be familiar to him- A chamber- or a tomb just as white as the corridor, one that had a wand lying on it- A field of grass rippled by the wind, a glow steeping from between the grass, a familiar weight over his shoulders- The locations- happenings seemed to happen incredibly fast, but the urge to search, to find was continuous, they where his, by conquest,gift and blood, and he searched walls closing in, grass dancing in the wind, glowing symbols, searching for th-"

He woke up suddenly.

Feeling cold sweat lying on his brow as in a parody of the blood that had been there once upon a time; A time when a dark lord caused trouble, and a direct connection to him in the form of a lightning scar was etched into the skin , but the scar where the blood spilled from was long gone together with the monster that gave him it. Nightmares where not gone , the visions were and should be, but this dream worried him as it reminded him more of those visions he got in his 5th year then anything else…was someone, or something messing with his mind?

Again?

He got out of his bed, silently, in the hope the person lying next to him wouldn't wake up, Ginny deserved her sleep, even more the times when he didn't scream her awake by his nightmares.

Choosing to leave her to her sleep, he walked past the bathroom and down the stairs. He could wash off the sweat just as well in the kitchen, and brew some coffee while he was there. He noticed it was five before eleven, a late morning, but not too strange for the day's after he had had a night-shift .

It was almost half a hour later when he heard noise from above, steps, and water running from the bathroom, in the meanwhile he had thought about the dream, it was difficult because how more he thought about it how lesser clear the details became. He was sure that it had something to do with Dumbledore's tomb, there where not a lot of entirely white marble tombs out there, but what had he been searching there? I fit even had been him, it seemed a pretty strange thing for his subconscious to come op with, even stranger to give it the detail it had, but then it had to have been something of magical sort, the only visions he ever had where those from his link he had shared with Voldemort but both Voldemort and the link where long gone, left behind in the form of a ugly malformed baby in a familiar train station that he saw as the symbol of" where-you-go-after-this."

"Hey." A soft voice brought him out his thinking, hands slid over his shoulder as a morning greet before Ginny sat down next to him, helping herself to a mug coffee to fend of the last trails of sleep in her eyes. For a moment he just watched as she took the cup,and whiped loose hairstrands from her face, she was one of the greatest stones in the life he had built after, and he had never mournded that, he smiled thoughts on more positive things than the dreams.

"You woke up early for coming home late as you did."She told him in between two gulps.

He looked at her amused before taking bait and answering."You call that early? Well I guess it was compared to normal. I just had some trouble sleeping." He answered her, thoughts growing darker again.

"Nightmares?"The way she said it, it seemed almost uncaring, like stating a fact, but nightmares where daily life , even Ginny still had some; both from her first and her sixth year.

"Yes and no. Not the usual stuff at least, more like- "He thought about how he could explain the dream the best." a very clear but strange dream."He pulled a face, well there went his eloquence.

"Clear but strange." She seemed to think a bit before shrugging." Well normal dreams are often strange, or so I heard," He was slightly irritated to hear just a hint of sarcasm in that sentence." -clear is lesser common but knowing some of your dreams lucidity isn't so strange for you. "The last words where more serious.

"Most of my nightmares. "He stressed on the nightmares part."Are as lucid as they are because they're more memories then anything else, and perhaps the dream is strange because it's so lucid?" It was a question, but more one posed towards himself then to her.

None the less she answered him."You think there is something wrong with it? Like you're dreams during Voldemort's uprising?"It was more a statement then a question.

"They're more alike to the visions I had then, than anything else."

"You think the dream was a vision?" She seemed somewhat alarmed at that, the Death Eater trials had only just started to calm down in numbers, and both had more pleasant things to look forward to then hunting down yet another dark wizard, or worse a dark lord-wannabe.

"No, what I think is that someone, or something-"He paused thinking how he should put it in words before continuing. "-is messing with my head , and I don't like it." He watched her frown, they had wanted to marry next spring because it had seemed to become calmer, but if someone out there was strong enough to play with the heads and dreams of wizards, then the calm, and the marriage would not come due.

"Are you sure you're not being paranoid? It could be just a dream you know, dreams are strange things-" She tried to say more but he had his reply ready."And it could be it isn't,and whatever or whoever it was, it was searching something, I really don't think it would be smart to let something like this just go, it could come and bite us in the arse, really badly."

"Perhaps you should speak with Hermione then, she's the most cool headed about things like this."Her words rang true, and it did seem like a good idea even if it was her way to put the problem on someone else their shoulders. If anyone could get the bottom of a mystery silent and quickly it was Hermione, and her sometimes stupefying sense of logic.

Getting her to try to solve a problem wouldn't be difficult, that didn't mean it would be easy to convince her there was a problem to be solved.

"I'll think of it, it seems to be a good idea." He thought about it a bit more. "But first I'll wait and see if the dream wasn't just a nightmare. I shouldn't be distressing her for nothing." Hermione was after all just back from her honeymoon with Ron,and they should let the couple enjoy their alone time.

And not to mention Ron would be pissed if his sister and best friend kidnapped his new wife away from their newly-wedded bliss. Not good at all knowing the Weasley temper.

"That seems alright." Ginny grinned, like she was reading his thoughts." So, to get of the topic dreams and on the topic Ron an Hermione, when do you think the first kid will be expected?" The two laughed.

The nights were rather unpleasant, but the day's were bright in this house.

Pity that as much as the Weasley temper ran true trough said family, Potter luck did too.

Even more a pity Potter luck often wasn't of the positive kind.

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