It was a fine day in the life of Harry Potter, sat out in the sunshine, sipping Firewhisky with Ginny. He had his wife, he had a child, everything was back to normal since the Second Wizarding War. Besides, the Dark Lord Voldemort had permanently died almost 5 years ago. What could happen now?
Well, the answer for that came to him when he was in bed later that night. He took his glasses off, lay with Ginny and started to fall asleep. And he had a dream.
He woke with a start. It was a familiar place, but not as he knew it. He couldn't put his finger on what it was.
"Hello?" he shouted. "Anyone! Where am I?" And then a distant echoing, calling "Harry, Harry! I need to-"
And then it faded, as dreams annoyingly do, as he rolled over in his sleep. He woke only a few hours later and got dressed to go out with Ginny and James, their baby. They were planning to meet Ron and Hermione, their in-laws and best friends. Harry had little time to dwell on the dream so he would think about it later. They met them there and they talked about the future, as Ron and Hermione were deciding on whether or not to have a baby of their own. After a little while, the girls went to go and buy chips for lunch and meet the boys back outside, as Ron had become very interested in an item in a Muggle shop window.
"Ron, it's only a Muggle one. They don't really fly on them!"
"Well, then, what the bloody hell do Muggles use brooms for then?"
"They sweep the floor with them!"
"No, no, no, Harry, I'm telling you, that so-called 'Muggle broomstick' just so happens to be identical to the Comet 260! Should I buy it to test it out?"
"Ron, I'm telling you, it's just a simple Muggle cleaning appliance!" Harry laughed at him.
"Yeah, you're right." Ron said.
"Thank you! Finally-"
"I can just buy it another time when Hermione's not around. Hey, i could do like what Dad does, keeping Muggle things hidden in the shed!"
"That's really not what I-"
"We've got so much time left. It's not like we've got You-Know-Who to worry about anymore, is it? You know what, Harry, I might buy a few, just to be sure...ooh! I could even try and use a flying charm on them if they are Muggle ones...would that work? I'm not really sure..."
But Harry had stopped listening. He hadn't had any strange dreams since Voldemort was alive, but now, what if...?
NO. There was no way that Voldemort could still be alive! Harry had watched him die! Unless he could come back to life somehow..? No, that was ridiculous. Ludicrous. Simply impossible! No magic could awaken the dead! But he couldn't be too careful. Perhaps if he waited until he had the dream again tonight? Yes, surely that would help. then he might at least find out what was going on.
Ron was still blabbering on about the Muggle broom.
"...and I just think, that if we tested them out then it could really change-"
"You're right, Ron."
"What?"
"Absolutely 100% correct. Chase your dreams. Achieve your ambitions. Shoot for the stars...while you can."
"Shooting Star? No way, Harry, I still think that that broom looks more like a Comet 260."
Harry followed the same routine that night as he did the last; he removed his glasses, lay next to his lover, and closed his eyes.