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Three redheaded boys were grouped in a small circle. Percy was the loudest. "No, Fred, no!!" He was shaking his younger brother while Ron knelt beside him, staring at Fred's blank eyes without seeing.
Harry shouted to everyone, "Move! Get away!" but it was hopeless. Percy and Ron were covering Fred's body, and there was nothing he could do. Suddenly the scene changed…
Sirius was falling, falling, falling. Harry screamed, but he was rooted to the spot. Bellatrix was running away.
The scene changed again.
Harry was back in the cellar of Malfoy Manner. He could hear Hermione screaming overhead. Harry looked around – Ron was against the wall, sobbing, "Why her? Help… help." Ron looked up and gasped. A wand was sitting in front of him. Ron grabbed it, opened the door and ran up the steps. Harry followed him. Hermione's screaming grew louder and more pained. Harry and Ron appeared in the doorway to find Greyback over Hermione, ripping and tearing at her skin. Hermione stopped moving.
"Noooooooooo!!" screamed Harry and he awoke with a start. He panted heavily. "…it was just a dream, that's all..." Harry got out of bed and walked down to the kitchen. Ginny was lying on the floor, dead. "What…? Gin… Ginny? No," Harry whispered. "Noooooo!!"
"Harry. Harry! Harry! Wake up!" Ginny shouted.
"Ginny! I thought you were dead!"
"Dead? Why would I be dead?" questioned Ginny. "You were screaming a lot; what happened?"
"I saw Fred die and then Sirius and Hermione. I woke up, or at least I thought I did, and you we… were dead."
"It's okay, Harry. I'm not dead."
"Good, because…"
Harry's 'I'm so sorry' speech was interrupted by Ginny, who had started kissing him passionately, which plainly said, "Don't worry about it, it was just a dream."
"Come on, Ginny," said Harry, breaking away. "We better go downstairs; we don't want your mom to think you were doing more than waking me up."
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"I'm just so worried about him; he's been having these nightmares every night. I mean, I expected them for about a week after the battle, but it's been two weeks and from what Harry says, he keeps seeing one of his close friends or family suffering painful deaths. I just don't know what to do," said Ginny later that day.
"I know, Gin. You just have to be supportive. Harry is going through a rough time. He needs you to be there," said Hermione.
"I just wish these dreams would stop. They are starting to freak me out; every time he sleeps he has a nightmare. I just wish I could do more."
"Well, I don't know if there is… Wait, maybe there is something, but Harry will have to agree, and we'll have to get someone good… I'll be right back," said Hermione hurriedly, and she ran off.
"I hate when she does that. It would have only taken her thirty more seconds to explain what she was doing," Ginny sighed.
Meanwhile, Harry and Ron were at the Three Broomsticks drinking butterbeer and talking.
"So… how has Hermione been?" Harry asked pointedly.
"Oh, umm… she's been okay, I guess," said Ron, starting to blush.
"You guys sure have been spending a lot of time in your room lately, but whenever I walk by it's completely silent. Do you like casting Snape's charm, muffalito?"
"Oh, umm, yah, I do… It's really fun-"
"-plus it makes everything completely quiet."
"Harry," said Ron anxiously, "it's not what you think."
Ron was so red that he could have passed for a muggle fire truck.
"Umm… can we go? I've had enough to drink."
"Not until you tell me what you've been doing!"
"Um… please, let's go."
"Fine, but I'm not going to leave you alone until you tell me what you're doing up there," replied Harry as they paid and walked out. Seconds later, they were back at the Burrow and walking into the kitchen where Hermione and Ginny sat.
"Hermione, tell Harry we didn't do anything in my room," Ron said, blushing furiously.
"Oh, um," mumbled Hermione nervously. "Uh, yah, we didn't do anything."
Ron and Hermione were blushing so much that it reached their ears. Harry and Ginny laughed until they fell to the floor.
When Harry and Ginny finally caught their breath, they said in unison, "Right," and walked out of the house.
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Harry and Ginny strolled through the garden, holding hands.
"I can't believe those two really… wow, and in a full house too!" laughed Ginny.
"I can; I've sorta been expecting it," said Harry.
"Yah, I can't say that I haven't been either," answered Ginny. "So, Harry… have your dreams been getting any better?" Ginny asked hopefully.
Harry's face darkened. "No."
"Harry, I'm worried about you… Hermione says maybe you should go to therapy."
"Go to therapy? Why?"
"It can help you… get over the war and the deaths."
"Oh… do you want me to try it?"
"I'd feel a lot better if you did. I'm worried about you."
"It's okay, Gin; I'm still alive."
"I know, it's just hard to see you suffer."
"Yah, well… let's go back in and see what the lovebirds are doing now…"
A/N- This is one of my Favorite Chapters so i hope you liked it too! And even better you can tell me if you liked it through a review...
