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Harry's Vision

I breathe heavily as I awake. I was in the Weasley's dining room, on the table to be exact. Why was I on the table? I looked around no one seemed to have noticed me, and as I was in the middle of the table they were sitting around, that kind of confuses me. I turn round looking to where my back had faced when I awoke, and I saw myself. This is so strange, was this a vision or something? Am I going mad? I turned around again to see a woman. I'd seen her before, I can't work out who she is, but no one appears to notice her either. 'Hello' I say to her. She's gazing at me like I am some miracle. 'Who are you?' I ask desperately confused.

'Don't you recognise me Harry?' a pained expression comes across her face.

'No, should I?' I am really confused right now.

'No, I suppose not. But I thought you'd seen pictures of me. Harry I'm your mother, Lily' I knew I had seen her before, she looked older than in the pictures, which makes sense as it has been 15 years since they'd been taken.

'Mum?' I rush over to her and place my hands on her shoulders. 'Mum!' I pull her into a hug 'What are you doing here?' I can feel the tears prickling in my eyes.

'My son's heart broken, I'm not just going to let him suffer!'

'What do you mean? You made me pass out, so you could help me?' I don't know what to think, this is crazy, I must be dreaming!

'Your not dreaming, Harry. This is real, this is the future' what? She can read my mind?

'Yes, Harry I can. I'm dead, I can practically see inside your head.'

I shudder when she says 'Dead' Then I ask 'But, why?'

'Because of the bond between us' she says tracing my scar. 'Because I died for you and when Voldermort couldn't kill you it connected us and I can see everything you see, feel everything you feel, Harry' she sighs and cradles my face in her hands.' Gosh, you look like your father!' She says in a half-whisper.

'So… What's all this?' I say waving my hand to the scene going on around us.

She immediately stops stroking my face and turns to face the table. Fred and George had obviously said something funny about Ron as he had gone red and everyone was laughing. Everyone that is, but me. I looked although I was asleep, only with my eyes open. Starring at the seat occupied by Dean, obviously wishing that was me.

Then I notice I was clutching something in my hand. 'What's that?' I ask, pointing to future me's hand.

'The letter, you wrote, to Ginny. You never did give it her Harry.' She frowns at me. 'You really should have, because reading it made me cry. As I said, Harry.' She looked away from the table, and sets her eyes on me. I looked straight into her deep set, beautiful green eyes, and listened to her voice. It was like music to me. I had wanted this moment to happen all my life, to have convocation with my mother. Face to face…

'I can feel all your emotions, and I can truly feel that you love this girl, even if she can't' She walks over to Ginny and looks at her, walks around her chair and kneels beside it. 'She's beautiful, Harry. Just give her the letter Harry, Give it to her.'

My vision suddenly went blurry, her voice became distant then the room started to spin, faster and faster until everything went black…

'MUM' Screamed Harry, rolling on the floor clutching his stomach. Ron came running over. 'Harry, mate, what's up?' he shouted loudly into Harry's ear.

'MUM' Harry screamed again. Suddenly Harry was wet. Completely covered in water. He opened his eyes to see Hermione holding an empty bucket and Ron peering over at him.

'Harry are you ok? What happened?' said Hermione as she kneeled over him 'was it 'You-know-who?' she asked in a worried voice.

He Blinked hard forcing the water to stray from his eyes, he reached for his glasses which apparently fallen off when he'd fainted. He found them and put them to his eyes, suddenly he felt better. He sat up, ignoring Hermione's question. He looked around for the letter, where was it? He looked desperately around the room and finally spied a piece of parchment under the chair in the corner, he scrambled to his feet and scooped up the letter and shoved it in his pocket.

'Was it 'You-know-who?' she asked again, impatiently. He turned to face her and could see the worry on her face. 'No, not Voldermort' there was a sharp intake of breath from the two of them, he ignored it and turned for the door and headed for the upstairs toilet. When he reached it he locked the door behind it. All sorts of thoughts were flying through Harry's mind at this moment. 'Was that real?' 'Should I give Ginny the letter?' were just a couple of them.

There was a knock at the door, harry lept a mile; he'd forgotten there was a world being lived out there.

'uhh… one minute' he splashed his face with water, dried it and replace his glasses. He walked over to the door and unlocked it. It wasn't Ron or Hermione as he had expected, it was Ginny. Suddenly his pocket felt although it weighed a tonne. The letter threatening to break through the seams of his robe's pockets. She walked straight past him into the toilet, no even glancing at him as she passed.

'Well…' said Harry aloud. He sauntered back to Ron's room to find and additional Fred and George to the party he had left behind two minutes previously.

'Harry, what happened?' this coming from George. 'If it wasn't He-Who-Can't-Be-Named who was it?' Harry decided to tell them the truth about who it was.

'It was my mum.' The expressions on each of his friend's faces were so shocked it was almost laughable.

'Your mum, are you sure Harry' even though he tried his hardest to persuade them that he was telling the truth, they still didn't believe him. He soon gave up; he had better and more important things to deal with anyway.

Hope you like it! – next chappy coming soonish, end of the holidays and got school work to do, but I'll tryy! ;)