Hey guys. The dream in this is, like in most real dreams, a little bizarre and is not to be taken literally. If you guys have any suggestions, like there's something you want to see in this, then feel free to tell me and I'll see if I can put that in. Thanks for reading! Please REVIEW!!!

Harry dreamed of playing hide and seek in his house with that Ginny girl and Siris. Siris covered his eyes with his hand and counted way past 15, Harry's all time counting high. He gripped Ginny's hand and they ran away from Siris, ducking behind a couch.

The children's giggles came out with each breath, but upstairs where Mommy, Daddy, and Remy were, there was screaming and shouting. Things that Harry didn't know about. Ginny shivered, and Harry patted her head, whispering, "S'kay."

Her hair was knotted and lumpy. When Ginny lifted her head, she smiled at Harry and he laughed. Getting up, he bolted down the hall. Siris still counted "Fifty-eleven, fifteen-ten..."

He ran like he was being chased by someone he loved down the hall and up the stairs, closer to the screaming.

In a very messy room, Mommy, Daddy, and Remy were screaming at each other in words Harry didn't know and couldn't remember when he woke up. "Stop!" he yelled to them. Only his mother did. She stood in the middle of the two wizards who kept yelling, their faces red like Harry's knees when he skinned them outside. "Stop!" he yelled again. Since he couldn't yell any louder, his voice got higher instead. Mommy lifted her wand and pointed it at Harry. Suddenly, his forehead split and he was on his hands and knees. His forehead bleed onto the mirrored floor. His image was covered by the pool of blood, and he feared that all of what he was would pour out and no one would notice.

Downstairs, Siris still counted, "twenty-thirteen. . ."

James didn't bother turning on the light, he just raced through the room and picked up his screaming son. The boy twisted in his bed as though trying to wrestle a fire off of him.

"Shh shh shh," James soothed, bouncing the still sleeping boy in his arms. "Wake up, Harry. Wake up." He put his lips to his head and kissed him. "Wake up." He still hadn't found an effective way of waking his son from these nightly terrors. Shaking him could be dangerous, slapping him just wasn't right. . . all he could do was swing him in his arms securely or bounce him, but that rarely did anything, until whatever hell had gone from his baby's mind.

Harry's eyes blinked open and he stared at his father in silence. "Hey," James whispered seeing the boy's bright eyes. Planting another kiss on his head, he sat on the floor with his son and rocked back and forth.

The darkness of the room and the hall outside of it hid the figure in the doorway until she spoke, "Another nightmare?"

James nodded, then unsure if he was seen said, "Yeah."

Lily leaned against the doorway, her eyes wet and her hand trembling.

"He's wet himself again, could you get some more sheets and pajamas?" He heard his wife walk away.

Lily walked down the hall meaning to get clean sheets and pajamas from the dressing room next door, but the whimpering from further down the hall pulled her instead.

A lump shook underneath Ginny's sheets, but stopped when Lily put her hand on top of it. "He had a bad dream, honey," Lily said softly. "Everyone gets those sometimes."

Ginny pulled the covers off of her head, "I want Mommy!" Sighing, Lily got up.

"All right." She pulled her robe around herself tightly and called for Woolby. "Get Molly."

Their house elf called Molly from her room, pulling on her satin sheets, and squealing that Mistress wanted her. Arthur sat up.

"What's going on?"

Molly pushed her arm through her robe, "Lily wants me."

"At this time?" he looked at the clock and rubbed his face, but did nothing as his wife grumbled her way down out of the room out of the house and across the yards to the Potter's house.

Woolby moved in front of her, always looking back and hurrying her up some.

James, Lily, Harry, and Ginny all greeted her in the lit foyer. Ginny, though, did so by colliding with her legs and crying, "Mommy!"

"What's going on?" Molly asked.

"Ginny wanted you." James said, his son still in his arms. Harry clung to his father's neck, his small face wet with tears, his body in a small blue bath robe.

"Why? What happened?"

"Harry had a bad dream and woke Ginny up," Lily simplified.

Reaching down, Molly pried the tiny girl off of her legs and put her in her arms. The two mimicked James and Harry's posture.

"Harry has B-A-D D-R-E-A-M-S every night," James added. "Normally we have charms up so that only we can hear it, but I guess we forgot." Molly stared at the young couple, only then seeing the bags under their eyes and the invisible weight of something crushing on their thin shoulders. She bit her tongue to keep from asking what it was. Probably about You-know-who, she reasoned. Thanking the Potters, she carried her child across the dark yard, no house elf guiding her this time, and to her own bed where she and Arthur took turns singing to Ginny until she snored softly.

Around six the next morning, Remus was busy in a kitchen that wasn't his cooking a breakfast he wouldn't eat. James and Lily were asleep, finally, up in their separate rooms. They stopped sleeping together shortly after Harry was conceived. Harry sat on a high stool next to the counter where Remus stirred pancake batter.

Sirius strutted in through the door, looking behind him as he went. "You know," he paused and grabbed a mango from a fruit basket, "when you're outside you can hear that Weasley family. I mean it."

Remus laughed and added an egg to the bowl.

"I could still hear them from just outside the door here," Sirius continued, pointing through a wall to where the front door was.

"Yeah, big dirty Irish family," Remus laughed again. "I wish I was Irish. I think they must have more fun."

"No, it doesn't suit you. You should be a Swede or something. And you have plenty of fun." Sirius said. The sound of silverware dazzled the kitchen for a moment as Sirius dug around for something to peel the mango with. He gave up and bit a chunk out of it, spat that in the trash and then started peeling it with his teeth. "When did you get here?"

"Around five," Remus said turning to the stove.

Sirius slide beside Remus and whispered low and by Remus's ear, "Did she get mad?"

"No. I don't think so. I told them I was just here for Harry."

"Did she get mad at that?"

"I don't know, Sirius."

"She's scary when she's pissed," Sirius said, not whispering this time. He remembered when she found out what happened, she was quiet for an entire day and then she just blew it. The people in the portraits covered their ears. Only one bothered to say anything to her, though. Mrs. Potter, James' Mom, tut-tutted, "That's really no way for a lady to behave."

That's when Lily ripped her off the wall and flung it in the fireplace where she screamed and howled for nearly half and hour. Regret showed pink on Lily's face, but that didn't make her stop frowning or take back anything she said about Remus, James or unborn Harry.

There were times when Sirius thought that she wasn't incredibly distraught at living there. Her face would soften so that anyone who saw her would think, "That's right, she's beautiful when she smiles." She was looking at Harry every time that happened, though. Which he thought was weird since she swore to him when he asked, "No, I don't love that bastard child."

Arthur sat with his elbows on the table and his fist holding his head up. His children sat all round the table. Only Charlie, Percy, George and Ginny had spouses. All the others, he told himself, would find a nice Muggle-born to marry. His wife and him had been unable to afford spouses for Bill, Fred, and Ron. Just that morning while he was brushing his teeth, he thought that maybe the Potter's could help them in that area, too. But maybe he didn't want to ask for help.

Charlie was married to a poor half-blood named Claire, who had two blond braids and one bad eye that looked frosted over. Percy was married to a girl that had been from a Slytherin family that rejected the Dark Mark and lost everything. Her name was June. George was married to a starving artist's daughter, Crystal, and Ginny, of course, was married to Harry.

"When will I get a wife?" Ron asked shoving a forkful of pancake into his mouth, which left syrup dripping on his pursed lips.

"Not before me," Fred said.

"I go next, though. Right, Dad?" Bill asked.

"You will all get married to nice young ladies, I promise." He thought he saw Molly shudder at his promise. He wasn't sure if it was because he couldn't promise such a thing or because she hated the thought of there being someone that should be closer to them than her.

Clearing her throat, Molly said, "Speaking of which, it's about time for you to get back to your husband, Ginny."

"Nooo!" she squealed. "I wanna stay here with you guys!" She gripped the table as though someone was going to pull her away.

"I have an idea."

Harry was quick to pry himself away from Molly's grip and run around a few trees. He still beat Molly to her door, though.

"I win! I win!"

"We weren't racing, dear."

Ron was quick to grab Harry and chase him around the house. Ron had been the first to take to Harry by timidly showing him his room. Their closer to each other than Ginny is to Harry, Molly thought. But then again, on her visits home, her brothers seemed to like Arthur much more than she did herself.

The day was morning was uneventful for the Weasleys. Molly sipped her tea, and listened to the children's giggles and shouts, telling herself that everything was like before. It's not, though. A voice declared in her mind. Where's the notches in the wall to show how tall they've gotten. Where's that drawing on the wall of the family that Fred somehow got to stick by the fireplace?

"Mommy?" Percy curled up on her lap, wedging himself between her and the table. "Why do boys kiss each other?"

"They don't sweetie." Things like that she felt were best to deal with when they were much older. Or maybe she'd just wait until they found out from friends in school. No, who knows what they would tell her dear boys.

"But Harry says his Daddy does."