A/N: Here it is, the sequel to 'What dreams may come." Hope you will like it. Please give me your comments and suggestions. I really need them for this story. Tell me what you think of it and please give me some ideas on how to continue this story. Thank you.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Dream a little dream of me
Chapter 1
Awakening
'Knock, Knock.'
The first thing Harry Potter heard, on waking up, was someone knocking on the door, disrupting one of the best dreams Harry had all summer, though he can't really remember what it was now. Still half asleep, Harry sat up, one hand rubbing his eyes while the other reached for his glasses. Failing to find it with his hands, Harry reluctantly opened his eyes to look for it. Normally, Harry was as blind as a bat without his glasses, so you can imagine his amazement and surprise when he found out that he could see perfectly. However, even his new perfect eyesight could not locate his glasses, for the very simple reason that they were simply not there. In fact, he did not seem to be in his bedroom in number four, Privet Drive, anymore.
Harry looked around him in surprise, for this must be the most feminine room he had ever been in. It reminded him of Ron's room, at the Burrow. The walls were painted a very light pink, and there were posters hung all over the place. They were not of the Chudley Cannons, however. Instead, they seem to be empty of any pictures. The bed was tucked in a corner, on the far side of the room, away from the door. A dressing table stood beside the bed, filled almost to overflowing with books. A desk stood at the other corner, also covered with rolls of parchment and books. A couple of stuffed toys was scattered all about the room. A full-length mirror hung just beside the door, completing the girly image of the room.
It's this mirror that gave Harry his second surprise of the day. When he looked at the mirror, instead of his familiar face reflected back, it's a girl's face. A face he knew. Ginny Weasley's face. Unbelieving, Harry moved his hands. The Ginny reflected in the mirror followed. He touched his face. Ginny in the Mirror did the same. He moved his hands to where Ginny's long hair lay, and his hands really touched hair. He pulled it towards him. Yup. That shade of red was unmistakable. In some unknown way, Harry Potter had changed body with Ginny Weasley, and was now in Ginny's room. No wonder this room reminded him of Ron's room. Harry fell back in shock, his mind racing. How is it possible? But the fact that he was now in Ginny's body was unchangeable.
Harry got up from the bed and walked towards the mirror for a closer look. On the way, he caught sight of movement in one of the many posters covering the wall. For a moment he wondered why Ginny would want to hang empty posters up. He reached up to touch it, and as his hands touched the poster, a head appeared from the edge of the poster, a frown on his face. The head shook his fist at Harry before disappearing again into the edge of the poster. It was only visible for a short while, but there's no mistaking that face, or the lightning-shaped scar on the forehead. It was a poster of himself.
For a moment Harry stood there shocked. He glanced at the other posters around the room. If all of them were of him, then that means that Ginny still haven't gotten over her crush on him. There's got to be at least twenty posters in all. Harry groan, his hands covering his forehead. A vague memory of Ginny saying something about her crush to him surfaced on his mind, half formed, like a dream…
'Blam! Blam!' "Hey! You awake yet!" 'Blam! Blam! Blam!'
In his surprise at waking up in an unfamiliar room, and in another body, Harry had forgotten all about the knock that had woke him up. Apparently the person outside had grown impatient and started banging the door and yelling. Odd… that voice sounded very familiar…
'Blam! Blam!' "Wake up, sleepyhead!" 'Blam! Blam! Blam!'
Harry was starting to get irritated at whoever it was outside. Every time he got a train of thought going, the bangs on the door would derail it. He took three steps towards the door and yanked it open, almost pulling the door off its hinges.
"Yes… Ron?"
It was indeed Ron Weasley, Harry's best friend, his hand raised as if to knock on the door again.
"Good morning, Ginny." Ron said with a smile, sticking his hands into his pocket. "Mum wants you down for breakfast."
Harry stared at Ron for a moment.
"Ron, I have to tell you something…" Harry began
"Yes?"
"I'm not Ginny. I'm Harry."
Ron stared at Harry for a moment. Then he placed his hand on Harry's head, as if taking his temperature.
"Stop that. I'm not sick." Harry said, pushing Ron's hand away with a glare.
"You must be, if you think that you're Harry." Ron replied with a chucker. "Do you think that I wouldn't know my best friend? Or that I would mistake my own sister for him? That's crazy."
Harry racked his long hair back with a frustrated tug.
"Look, Ron. I know this is hard to believe, but I really am Harry. Harry Potter." Harry trailed off when he saw that Ron wasn't listening to him. Instead, He was staring at Harry's forehead, where his scar normally would be. But Ginny don't have that scar, did she?
"What? Is there something on my head?" Harry asked.
"Th…the scar! Harry's scar is on your forehead!" Ron stammered, clearly surprised. Harry felt about his head, and found his lightning-shaped scar on his face, where it would be on his own body. It must have been covered by his hair, that's why Ron didn't see it just now.
"So… do you believe me now?" Harry asked, waving a hand in front of Ron's eyes. Ron blinked, and reached out with a shaking hand to Harry's forehead. His hands brushed Harry's scar and jumped back.
"It's real then… It's really you, Harry." Ron whispered. He pulled Harry into a hug. "Man, it's good to see you, mate, even if you're in my sister's body. What happened? Why are you inside Ginny?"
"I wish I knew myself. I woke up this morning, and here am I." Harry answered with a rueful look.
"This is unbelievable. Come on. We must let mum know." So saying, Ron rushed down the stairs, taking them three at one time. Harry following behind, a little slower, as nightgowns as a rule isn't really the best running material.
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Mrs. Weasley was enjoying the quiet morning, a rare thing indeed at the Burrow. Now that the twins have taken up summer jobs, Mrs. Weasley found that the noise level had definitely decreased. With Ron away to Hermione's house to stay, the noise level had dropped to almost non-existent. Ginny wasn't as attention-seeking as her brothers, and often the whole day would past with her in her room doing her holiday work and reading those muggle poetry that she loved so much. While Mrs. Weasley was glad for the peace in the house, it sometimes got a little lonesome with all her children away or doing their own things. Well… Things should start picking up again, now that Ron had returned from Hermione's place.
Mrs. Weasley frowned a little at the thought. Ron had appeared late last night in the fireplace, covered with soot and ash, his bag in hand. When asked the reason for his sudden appearance, for he was supposed to stay there for the rest of the summer, Ron only gave some vague remarks about Hermione always talking about Harry, as if Ron wasn't even there.
Mrs. Weasley's mussing was interrupted when the kitchen door flung open with a bang, and Ron stood at the doorway panting.
"Mum! You must see this. Come on." Ron said excitedly, as soon as he had caught his breath.
"Whatever's the matter, Ron?" Mrs. Weasley said calmly, slipping her tea.
Ron turned around and dashed off somewhere, returning a moment later with Ginny in tow.
"Look, Mum" With Those words, Ron lifted up Ginny's hair, reveling her forehead, and… a lightning-shaped scar!
"My goodness, Ginny! Where in the world did you get that?" Mrs. Weasley stood up, tea forgotten, and walked to Ginny for a closer look at the scar. "Why, I'll swear that's Harry's scar!"
"It is, Mum!" Ron panted, still not completely recovered from all the dashing about.
"What do you mean, Ron?" Mrs. Weasley looked sharply at Ron. "If this is a joke, I am not amused."
Mrs. Weasley looked so fierce that for a moment Ron did not dare to speak.
"I'm not Ginny, Mrs. Weasley. I'm Harry." Harry said, breaking the tense silent.
"What? What's going on?" Mrs. Weasley demanded.
"I have no idea, Mrs. Weasley. When I fell asleep last night, I was at number four, Privet Drive. When I woke up, I found myself here, in Ginny's body." Harry answered.
Mrs. Weasley fell back onto a chair, pressing a hand on her forehead. She was supposed to be surprised, but something tells her that Harry spoke the truth.
"This is not a joke, is it?" She asked. Two heads shook in the negative. "We shall have to contact Dumbledore at once. He'll know what to do."
She strolled over to the fireplace, picking up a jar of power as she went, Ron and Harry following. Tossing in some of the power into the fire, she called out in a loud, clear voice: "Dumbledore's office, Hogwarts."
The fire roared up, feeding on the power, growing to twice its size. A moment passed before Dumbledore's head appeared in the fire.
"What is it, Molly? I am rather busy at the moment." Dumbledore said in a wearily tone. Indeed, his face in the fire looked as if he did not slept for two days, so haggled it was.
"I'm sorry, Albus, but there's something you should know about." Mrs. Weasley pause to take a deep breath before continuing. "Harry is here."
"WHAT!?" Dumbledore sudden yelled. "You know how dangerous…"
"Not in his body, Albus. In Ginny's body." Mrs. Weasley interrupted.
"What do you mean, Molly?" Dumbledore asked.
Mrs. Weasley propelled Harry to the fireplace. Lifting Harry's hair, She showed the scar to Dumbledore.
"What's this? How did you get this scar, Ginny?"
"I'm not Ginny, sir. I'm Harry. As for how I got here, I have no idea. I fell asleep at my aunt's place, and woke up here, in Ginny's body." Harry answered.
"This is serious, Harry." Dumbledore said. "It's not some kind of joke?" Harry shook his head. "I think you better come to Hogwarts at once, Harry. Molly, can you send Ginny's school things later on?" Mrs. Weasley nodded.
"Good. Now, Harry. I want you to come here at once using the floo network. Ron can follow you," Dumbledore continued, seeing the question on Ron's face. "Come at once." With that, Dumbledore's head disappeared from the fire.
"Well, you had best get going then, the two of you." Mrs. Weasley said, pulling down the jar of floo power. "I'll send your things along later."
Both Harry and Ron nodded, and as Mrs. Weasley tossed in the floo power, entered the fire and shouted: "Dumbledore's office, Hogwarts." In an instance, both of them were whipped alone the floo network towards Hogwarts.