Anakin: Jedi business. Go back to your drinks.
Padme: To be angry is to be human. Anakin: I'm a Jedi. I can be better than this.
Anakin: You're asking me to be rational. I know that is something I cannot do.
A/N: Still in a Star Wars mood. And I like it!
Chapter Three
Harry pushed the book across the glossy table of the small tea shop towards Remus. Remus' eyes never left Harry's, though he did notice the book and remembered it. They stared at each other for awhile.
"Why does this book know exactly what I'm doing all the time?" Harry asked.
"It's a prophecy, Harry." Remus said.
"I know what it is. But it's about me, isn't it, Remus?" Harry asked.
"Where did you find this book?" Remus asked running his hand over the aged cover. Harry had another flashback, they were getting more frequent. Remus was running his hand over the cover the book. But he was younger, not as pale, he seemed more alive. There was a woman, or what Harry thought was a woman, with her arms wrapped around Remus' middle. Harry blinked and the image was gone. "Harry, are you alright?"
"Yeah………… Have you ever been married?" Harry asked. Remus sat up a little straighter.
"I am married, Harry." Remus said.
"Well, where is she, why haven't I ever met her?" Harry demanded.
"She's in another world, Harry."
"Shit, I'm sorry, Remus, I didn't mean to bring up your wife. I'm sorry for your loss." Harry said apologetically.
"Oh, no, Harry, she's not dead. She is quite literally in another world, another dimension if that makes more sense." Remus explained.
"Ahh… Then why haven't met her?"
"She's not fond of this dimension. But she really wants to meet you. Especially after what happened to Sirius… but back to my question. Where did you find this book?"
"A hawk flew through my window and dropped it on my bed. I didn't open it until last night." Harry admitted.
"Why didn't open it until last night?"
"I don't know it just didn't feel right until then. So, I didn't open it until that moment."
"Do you think this book is about you, Harry?"
"Who else would it be about? It described a purple lump, who else has an uncle that turns purple when he's mad?" Harry asked.
"Good point." Remus said smiling over his tea cup.
"So, what does it mean?"
"Why don't you keep reading and find out?"
"That doesn't feel right."
"Would it feel right if I just told you?"
"I want to know."
"But would it feel right?"
"No." Harry admitted.
"Then why are you asking?" Remus asked.
"It's not right, but I want to know."
"Then the answer will come to you when you're ready."
"But you know?" Harry asked.
"Oh, yes."
"Should I be worried?"
"That wouldn't be a good idea."
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"So, do you have any kids?" Harry asked as Remus walked him back to the Dursleys' house.
"I have three. One that's your age, he is named after me. One that is a year younger then you, her name is Nakita. And the youngest is about five years younger then you, his name is Joshua." Remus said. "But you should have asked Sirius about his kids."
"Sirius had children?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"And a very beautiful wife."
"So, how many did he have? Names? Ages? Spill, Lupin." Harry said smiling.
"He had five kids."
"Five!"
"The oldest is your age, named Sirius, fancy that. The second is a year younger then you, her name is Ophelia. The last three are triplets, about five years younger then you. Their names, as I recall, are Kiara, Pense, and Victoria." Remus said.
"Five kids, man, I'd really like to meet them, and your kids. And your wife and Sirius' wife. When do you think I can?" Harry asked, this sounded very interesting. Another dimension, one that was probably far more interesting then the one he was currently trapped in.
"Soon, Harry, far too soon actually."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry asked, confused by Remus' lack of enthusiasm.
"Nothing, for now." Remus checked his watch, and sighed. "I have to be off, Harry, I'll see you later."
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Harry paced back and forth at the foot of his bed staring at that book.
"I bet you have this moment written somewhere in there. On some random page that isn't really random at all. What metaphor will you use for that, hmm? Something odd, hard to interpret. It always is, isn't it?" Harry asked to the book. "You show me is you're so damn great."
The book flipped open to the page that moment was documented on in the book. Harry leaned over and read:
'He walks at the end of his sleeping place. Talks to this book as he does so.
"This moment you are documenting, know it, I do. Random the page will be, but yet not so. Comparison you will use. Strange, it will be. As it always is." The Lost One says. "Show me, you will. If great your beaver dam is!" He demands.'
The book suddenly closed. Harry shook his head. He picked up the book and threw it across the room. He had another flashback, but this time it just voices.
'It isn't fair!' A woman yelled.
'I know it isn't fair, Lily, but-…' A man spoke quietly.
'But what? That's my son and I can't have in my arms because of that damn book!' The woman threw the book against the wall. 'Hold me, James.'
The noise faded, and as it did so did Harry's consciousness.
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He was holding a limp red haired woman in his arms. Harry had no idea how he had gotten where ever he was. Or why he was holding the fainted woman. Suddenly he recognized the woman in his arms. It was Ginny. 'I've got to get her out of here.' Harry thought. He looked up from Ginny, and saw the most horrific thing he had ever witnessed. A great, bloody, muddy, battle taking place in a ruined field in a land that Harry did not know.
"Come on, Ginny. Just a little bit farther." Harry said. He spotted a mountain side to his left. He climbed up the side a couple of meters to get a safe distance between Ginny and the thousands of fighting dying warriors. He had to do something now. But he did not exactly know what it was he was supposed to do. He had never read that far in the book. 'Alright, I'll just have to feel this one out.' He thought. He held Ginny closer to his body and looked down at her torn clothes and bruised body. "Ginny, Ginny, look at me." Harry said. Her eyes opened and looked at him sadly.
"I can't do it, Harry. I don't know how." She whispered.
"Don't worry, my sweet, I don't know what I'm doing either." Harry said smiling at her. "Just do whatever feels right."
"Why should I?" Ginny's voice changed to a high light child-like voice, and her eyes turned from their usual brown to a light silvery color.
"Because I love you, and if we die here today, I'll never get the chance to prove that to you." Harry said he felt that he had no control over what he said anymore. The words were just coming out of his mouth.
"But the world-…"
"The world doesn't matter. All that matters is that love is worth fighting for, love is worth dying for. And if I die because of my love for you then I will at least die knowing that I lived a full life." Harry said.
"What if I mess it up?" Ginny's little voice asked.
"Nothing you could possibly do would make me stop loving you. But please Ginny, you have to do something now. You have to stop this war."
"Kiss me, Harry." Ginny asked. "One last time." Harry picked her head up and placed his lips firmly on hers. When they broke apart a pure white light speed out of Ginny and went straight up, then out over the entire battle.
And then Harry woke up.