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Plot: Takes place after Harry potter and the Deathly Hallows (Book 7) so contains spoilers. Harry and Ginny not married yet or going out or have kids yet. Also no other couple mentioned in the epilogue exists/ their kids exist.
Chapter 1: Dreaming
Harry Potter woke up in a cold sweat, coming out of yet another nightmare. He noticed the darkness still filling his room, coming to the conclusion it was still nighttime he glanced over at the clock to find just how late it was. 1:30AM read the alarm clock on his bed stand. He sighed and then covered his face with his pillow. He hadn't gotten enough sleep in weeks, the same nightmare just kept occurring over and over again. He then moaned and got up out of bed to go relieve himself in the bathroom. He walked across the room away from his twin bed and into the master bathroom attached to the room, not bothering to close the door. He was presently living alone in a large house that he had bought within a muggle neighborhood close to Godric's Hallow. How strange it was that Harry didn't even realize how close he was to the house where his life had been changed forever, until perhaps a few weeks ago. His nightmares had also started that very same night he had found out about the close proximity.
During his time in the bathroom, somewhere between lifting the toilet seat up and washing his hands Harry Potter reflected yet again on what this recurring dream could mean. The last time he had had a dream like this it was when he was fifteen and Lord Voldemort had planted it into his mind, but now Lord Voldemort was dead, along with some of his most powerful followers so the dream couldn't be caused by some influence of Dark Magic. And even stranger was what that the dream, or nightmare, or whatever it was, was set entirely throughout at the Department of Mysteries, particularly around the veil that he had saw Sirius Black, his godfather and closest thing to family he had, fall through. This part of the nightmare wrench at Harry the most, even now four years after Sirius' death Harry could not stand to set one foot into the department of mysteries. Of course he may work at the ministry of Magic but he avoids that part of the building at all cost. All it did was remind him of that dreadful mistake he had made when he was fifteen years old, falling for Lord Voldemort's trap. He still regretted what he had done, seeing it as the worst mistake of his life, well apart from that day at Hogwarts two years ago. He still can't bear to even look at the place, or even just to read Hogwarts, A History. It was all his fault that so many of his closest friends and people he practically called family had died, not just on that day but for all of his life. It was his fault that his parents had died, they were trying to protect him for Christ's sake! It was his fault for Sirius, for falling for that damn trap! For Dumbledore and Hedwig and Moody and Remus and Tonks and… by this time Harry Potter had tears streaming down his face. He then zipped up and washed his hands, moping back to his bed and lying down on top of the messed up covers on his stomach. "Why me? Why does my life have to be this way?" he thought to himself, hugging his pillow as he lay on top of it.
Just then his cell phone laying on his bed stand next to the alarm clock rang loudly, he knew it would be Teddy, his little two year old godson who had been staying with the Weasleys for the past month. Harry knew that he couldn't take care of a two year old in the condition he had gotten himself into recently so he decided to let Molly babysit little Teddy for a while. Harry had also given Teddy a cell phone programmed with only Harry's number in it for him to call whenever he wanted, which usually consisted of quite a lot, all times of the day, including in the middle of the night. Harry smiled slightly, wiping the tears off his face and answered the phone seeing it was indeed Teddy on the caller ID.
"Hey Ted-ted, what's up?" he asked in the voice he always used around Teddy, the sweat-talking voice that about everybody used around a toddler. "Why are you calling so late little man, its past your bedtime," he said pointing out it was now 1:37 in the morning. Though he had an idea what Teddy wanted, Harry figured he might as well ask just in case it wasn't.
"I couldn't seep. It thunderin and lightenening outside," Teddy wined into the phone, in his little two year old voice. "Can you come over? I'm scared," he whispered and then a loud booming sound made him scream a little. "Pease Harry?" Teddy begged, clearly crying on the other end of the phone.
Harry sighed to himself, away from the phone though so Teddy couldn't hear. "I'll be right there Teddy, don't worry." He promised him and then said goodbye and I love you and then hung up the phone. "Wow Teddy, sometimes I think you are the only person in this world that keeps me sane." He said to himself, getting up and getting dressed into a shirt and jeans. Muggle clothing for a muggle neighborhood he had told himself when he bought the clothes, though in truth he liked muggle fashion if it was clean and it fit well. He then threw on a pair of black converse and apparited into the room at the Weasley's where Teddy was staying in. It was indeed thundering and lightening outside of the Weasley home, no wonder Teddy was scared. As Harry apparited into the room he felt Teddy rush up and wrap his arms around his legs in the darkness. He smiled down at him and then lifted him up into his arms, hugging him.
"I missed you Harry," Teddy whispered, hugging Harry's neck.
"I missed you too bug," Harry said back, laying down on the bed with Teddy at his side with still his arms wrapped around his neck.
"I'm not the bug, you are," Teddy giggled softly.
"Hey, that's suppose to be our little secret. Don't tell Molly or anybody else about it," he warned, being only slightly as stern as what he should be. He then held his finger up to his lips as to tell him to be quiet.
"I do keep it a secret though. I haven't told nobody," He said, resting his head on Harry's shoulder. The thunder and lightning was still going on outside but he didn't seem to be bothered with it anymore.
"Okay, I believe you. But for now its time for you to get some sleep," Harry whispered, not saying anything else. Teddy whined for not being able to talk anymore but then stayed quiet and drifted off to sleep. Harry had to admit, Teddy looked like an angel when he slept, but sometimes when he was wide awake he could be a real hooligan. He then kissed his forehead and managed to drift off to sleep himself, the same dream occurring once again but a little different this time…
.…He was walking down into the Department of Mysteries, those same set of footsteps trailing behind him, following. There was more than one set, but he couldn't tell how many. He could tell they were getting closer though. He then animagied into a boston terrier dog and started to run away, swirving under over and around things to try to stop getting chased but they wouldn't go away. He then ran through the room with the wreckage of prophesies and into the room with the veil, the auditorium. The footsteps behind him vanished like they always had, and for a little while things continued like usual. He was drawn to the veil, creeping closer and closer to it, and then closer than he had ever gotten before in his dreams. He also unanimagied back into a human, which never happened. He had always woken up by then. But then he reached out his hand and tried to pull the veil back but before he could do so a large black dog came running out from behind the veil, knocking him over playfully and licking his face. This dog seemed oddly familiar, in fact if he didn't know better he would say it was Snuffles aka Padfoot aka Sirius Black, Harry's deceased godfather. He then blinked hard and then behold what was to come out from the veil but a tall stag with massive antlers. He looked at this beautiful animal in shock, it looked familiar, very familiar, even more familiar than the dog had but even if it was himhe had never actually seen or met him before so he wouldn't actually know what he looked like. At least, that's what his mind had told him. Things got stranger. After the stag, masses of people began to come out from behind the veil. And he recognized all of them, the women, the men, and even the small house elf that emerged. The people were all smiling at him, greeting him as if they had been waiting for his arrival for a long time. The dog and stag glanced at each other once, smiling the widest of all except for a green-eyed red-headed woman that was standing right next to the stag, and then unanimagied back into their human selves….
…That was when Harry Potter woke up, the sun shining clearly through the window in the room. Teddy was nowhere to be found in the room so he figured that he had gone downstairs for breakfast. He was actually happy Teddy wasn't there with him for now because he was sweating like mad, and once again entranced by what the dream meant. What it was trying to tell him. Harry then apparited quickly to his house, changed into his auror uniform and then appirated back to the Weasley's, downstairs this time. He was right of course, Teddy was sitting there at the table talking to Arthur Weasley. Ginny and her mother were talking about something in the kitchen, gossiping like women do Harry thought to himself as he sat down next to Teddy. The rest of the Weasleys were there as well, except for Fred who had been murdered at Hogwarts that night two years ago. This memory shot a sharp pang in Harry's chest, remembering the dream he had just woke up from. Fred was in it he thought, he was sure of it. He had remembered he recognized everybody in that group of people, even that mousy man who he wasn't particualary fond of at all.
Harry was knocked out of his chain of thought by Teddy throwing a piece of toast at Harry's head, knocking his glasses off. "Well excuse you but I don't want any toast this morning," Harry smirked, pouring a bowl of pudding on Teddy's head playfully. Teddy pouted but then laughed histarically at the silly face Harry made at him. "Well, at least its chocolate." Teddy laughed, licking his lips where some of the pudding was. Harry smiled at him but then frowned when his cell phone vibrated in his pocket. He saw it was a call from Kingsley Shacklebolt so he knew it must be important, especially since he knew Kingsley never used muggle technology unless he had to. Also the fact Kingsley, the Minister of Magic, was calling directly him also raised suspicion by how bad the situation really was. Harry was an elite auror so he was only called under extreme circumstances.
"Whats wrong Kingsley?" he asked into the phone, a bit worried but trying not to show it to Teddy who was staring at him. Harry smiled slightly at Teddy but listened intently to what Kingsley said.
"Harry, there is a bit of a situation down here in the Department of Mysteries," Harry's heart skipped a beat at these words, remembering his dream and its drastic change last night. "Can you come and help manage it? I'm afraid it is a bit out of my league for myself to handle alone," Kingsley admitted.
"Yes, of course I can. I will be right there," Harry said, seeing the frown form on Teddy's face he felt guilty for wanting to fulfill his own curiosity instead of staying here with Teddy, but he tried to brush it off. He then hung up the phone and looked at Teddy's miserable looking face. "Geez sorry Ted, duty calls."
Teddy's eyes were starting to well up with tears, but he didn't want to cry, Harry could tell that. "Don't wory about it. I understand." Teddy said, his voice cracking. He then lunged forward and hugged Harry tightly. "Are you coming over later though?" He asked, or really pleaded considering the emotion in his voice.
"Of course I will come over after I deal with whatever it is Kingsley wants me to. I promise." He said, hugging Teddy back. They then parted and Harry took a step back away from teddy, waved slightly and then apparited away to the Department of Mysteries.
Well actually Harry Potter apparited into the entranceway to the Department of Mysteries because for some reason the appariting channel that actually lead into it was blocked off. Kingsley and every other elite auror were standing there looking anxious.
"What happened?" Harry asked, getting worried. They had never used protocol like this before, it must be even more serious than Harry had imagined.
Kingsley then looked at Harry gravely, as if about to tell him something very devastating. The last time Harry had seen him like this was at the mass funeral service for all those who were lost at Hogwarts that day two years ago.
"Kingsley, what has happened?" he asked, getting even more anxious. He was then caught by surprise when he saw tears starting to role down his face.
"Harry my dear boy please sit down," Kingsley said conjuring up a chair for him to sit in. Harry looked at the chair for a moment and then sat down, utterly confused. Kingsley then conjured up a chair for himself and sat across from Harry perhaps a few feet away. "Now, to why we are all gathered here. Harry I know you have been through a lot of terrible things, very terrible things but why on God's Earth would you do something like this?" he asked, the tears running down his face even harsher now.
"Excuse me sir, but I do not know what you are talking about," Harry admitted, fidgeting slightly in his seat.
Kingsley then sighed and placed his face in his hands, shaking his head. He then looked back up at Harry a few moments later. "Harry, why and how did you bring them back to life?"
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Yay cliffhanger! So did you all like it? Review please, nobody ever reviews for me, its so sad!!!!!!!! Next chapter will be up soon-ish I think!
