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P.S. GRANGER DANGER 3 (c) starkid :)

Harry

Harry lay awake, listening to Ron's snoring, unable to fall asleep. He had counted backwards from a hundred twice, and he had counted so many sheep. He sighed and rolled over.

"Falling... danger... Granger..." Ron murmured.

"What?" Harry asked. Ron's snoring continued and he assumed that his friend was talking in his sleep.

Suddenly, the door creaked open. Harry sat up abruptly and grabbed his glasses off the nightstand. Ginny stood in the doorway, frozen in place.

"Hi," she whispered.

"You scared me," he sighed, rubbing his eyes.

"Sorry," Ginny said. "I just wanted an extra blanket," Ron let out an extra loud snort. "I feel bad you have to share a room with him," Ginny said, looking at her brother, then back at Harry pitifully.

"I get used to it," he whispered back. They stared at each other for longer and Harry's chest tightened. He dropped his gaze and scrambled out of bed.

"Here, take this one," Harry said, snatching the extra blanket at the foot of his bed and giving it to Ginny. She smiled at him.

"Thanks. Well... have a good sleep," she said, putting her hand on his arm then turning to leave. Harry watched as she left, closing the door behind her. Harry let out a deep sigh and sat on his bed. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

"What's wrong with you, Harry? You keep looking at Ginny. That's your best mate's sister," he muttered to himself. Harry lay back in his bed and finally found sleep.

Harry tossed and turned in his sleep, his mind entangled in a strange dream.

A man in black robes sat on a throne made out of rotting skulls. Lined up on either side of the throne, skeletons stood tall, dressed in military outfits from different centuries. A kid a few years younger than Harry stood in front of the throne in the center of the hall. The kid, looking slightly gothic, wore a dark aviators jacket and jeans. He dark hair and pale skin. His dark eyes flickered back and forth, as if looking for a way out. By his hip, the boy had a black sword, about three feet long.

"Nico, thank you for coming," the man on the throne said. The boy, Nico nodded in reply. "There is a task that I need you to handle,"

"Can't you do it? You're the 'all-powerful' one," Nico mumbled. He had an American accent.

The man on the throne looked down at the boy. Nico shoved his hands in his pockets and sighed, as if he knew he couldn't get out of the job.

"What do you need?" Nico asked reluctantly.

"There is a man named Tom Riddle. He has been avoiding death for much to long. I need you to find out how he is still alive," the man on the throne said. "He is a danger to all and must be stopped,"

"I've never heard of him," Nico said, shrugging.

Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. How could he not know about Tom Riddle? Then again, many people only knew him by the names "The Dark Lord", "He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named", "You-Know-Who", or "Voldemort"

"He lives far from here, yet I am still responsible for his soul," the man said.

"Who is he endangering?" Nico inquired.

"Just some children," the man said, waving his hand dismissively. "Not important,"

"Father," Nico said harshly. "There have been enough children killed in the past few weeks. Can't we send protection?" Harry didn't understand what Nico meant. He hadn't heard of anything, in either the muggle or the wizard paper, of children dying.

"Chiron is taking care of it," the man on the throne said. "He's sending your cousin, I believe,"

Nico nodded, then paused before speaking again. "If I do this for you, will you tell me more about my mother?"

"I've told you all I can,"

"But if you think of something else, anything, you'll tell me?" Nico persisted.

The man sighed. "Very well,"

Harry woke up to Ron shaking his shoulder. "Come on, Harry!" he said. "We're leaving any minute," Harry opened his eyes and looked up at Ron's blurry figure. He reached over to the table beside his bed and grabbed his glasses. He put them on and Ron's face came into focus. He was already dressed and ready to go.

"I'm coming," Harry mumbled groggily, rolling out of bed. He got changed into jeans and a t-shirt. He followed Ron down the stairs and into the kitchen for a quick breakfast.

Hermione and Ginny were already at the table, eating the eggs that Mrs. Weasley had prepared. Harry smiled at the girls and sat down.

"Where are Fred and George?" Harry asked.

"They left early this morning for the joke shop," Ron said, in between bites of toast.

"How'd you sleep?" Ginny asked. Harry looked up at Ginny and his heart did another strange tap dance. It had happened the night before as well.

"Fine... well, I did have a strange dream..." he said, spooning some scrambled eggs onto a plate.

"About what?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, uh... it's... There was this scary looking man and this kid that was his son. They were talking about Tom Riddle," Harry continued explaining his dream, though he left out the part about Nico's request to his father if he completed his task.

"That's freaky," Ron said.

"You don't think it has to do anything with the American's, do you?" Ginny wondered. Harry shrugged.

"I don't know. Could be," he said.

"You know, this could be connected to a dream I had," Ron said. They all turned to him, listening intently. "See, I was on a huge stage, and this guy came up to me and gave me some boots. So I put them on and they gave me the power to jump as high as the clouds. And I jumped up, and Hermione, you were sitting on a throne and you said I was in danger of falling. Both our dreams had thrones, see?"

They all stared at him in silence. Then, Ginny smacked him upside the head, making Harry laugh.

"Bloody hell, Ginny, what was that for?" he exclaimed, rubbing his head. Ron shot Harry a disapproving glare and he had to suppress his laugh.

"Ron, this is serious," Hermione said.

"So is my dream! I could fall! You know, I was nice enough to put you in my dream,"

"Alright kids! We're off!" Mrs. Weasley said, clapping her hands and entering the dining room. She held a small change purse in her hand. "Time to go,"

They all stood and entered the living where there would be more room. Harry grabbed a handful of galleons from his trunk and shoved them into his pocket.

They all joined hands. Harry's heart fluttered when Ginny slipped her hand in his.

"Ready everybody?" Mrs. Weasley said. Without waiting for a response, they disapparated. A strange sensation rushed through Harry's body. He shut his eyes tight and squeezed Ginny's hand. In a moment, they had arrived in Diagon Alley, directly in front of the joke shop. He let go of Ginny's hand, smiling at her.

"Okay, Ron, Harry, Hermione, here's your supply list," Mrs. Weasley said, holding out a piece of paper. Ron reached out for it, but Mrs. Weasley pulled it out of his reach and handed it to Hermione instead.

"Ginny, come with me dear. I have to get you new robes," Mrs. Weasley. Ginny waved to them as her mother dragged her away.

"Okay, let's go to buy our books," Hermione said, inspecting the list of school supplies. The three of them made their way through the crowds of shoppers and towards Flourish and Blotts. Harry and Ron stopped outside of the "Quality Quidditch Supplies", pressing their noses against the window to get a glimpse of the newest broom.

"Come on!" Hermione said, dragging the two boys along and into the book store. Once inside, Hermione disappeared in between the shelves, calling to the boys when she found one of the books they needed. Once they had collected their books they had to pull Hermione away from the shelves. Normally, it was Ron who needed to be kept from distractions in shops, but not when it came to books.

They went up to the counter and paid for their books. It was then that Harry realized Hermione had at least four more books than him and Ron.

"What's next?" Harry asked as they walked back out into the bustle of Diagon Alley.