A/N: I am not J.K. Rowling and do not own any of the characters.
1.
Startled eyes opened. She sat up quickly, looking around with confusion and fear. War. She had been fighting in a war. No. She was sitting in The Garden. There was no war. There was nobody to fight a war with. Only she and Harry were here. But it all had seemed so clear. And real. Her eyebrows furrowed in frustration.
She remembered screams, explosions and red eyes. A snake. A sword. Fire. Blinding, scorching fire that nearly consumed them. A castle. They'd been fighting in a castle. And there were bodies all around. Dead bodies. One of the lifeless bodies had red hair. A group of mostly alive redheads stood around the dead body in shock. Tears ran down her face. She couldn't remember his name. Why couldn't she remember his name?
Ron? No, not Ron. Ron was still alive. Ron had chosen to stay behind. Stay behind where?
She stood up quickly, grabbing the nearby tree as she swayed and nearly fell over. She took a deep breath and looked around. To her right was a pond, serene and picturesque. Harry loved to watch the birds splash in the pond. Hedwig would have loved the pond. But Hedwig was dead. Wait. Who or what was Hedwig? Harry would know. Hedwig had been his after all. At least, she thinks Hedwig had been his. Reality seemed a bit blurry right now.
She scanned the lush landscape further and found black, tousled hair peeking through the greenery. Harry. She sighed in relief. She walked thoughtfully over to him, nervously wondering if she had gone crazy. She sat down next to his side. A picture of a lightning shaped scar suddenly flashed in her mind. The vision quickly passed as Harry turned his scar-free head toward her and smiled. She shook her head dazedly and smiled back as he softly kissed her head, put his arm around her and pulled her into him. Her mind went peacefully blank. She was safe. With Harry. Nothing else existed or mattered. She closed her eyes and slept. Red eyes watched her. Dangerously happy red eyes.