I do have an explanation for this being later than I always thought! One: I thought I was going to do NaNoWriMo but school sucked all of my imagination from me and as a result – there was no writing in my life (Well, except for in my Creative Writing class but that's different). The second reason is that this story scares me slightly because I have no idea what's going to happen next.

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Chapter Seven: Harry's Visions

"Legilimins!"

Harry relaxed his mind, trying subconsciously to steer Hermione to the right visions. He could sense her cool intellect working as she watched the images but she mostly shielded her mind, not giving him any indication about what she felt.

For Hermione it was like standing in a Pensieve only the memories were extremely disjointed. Voldemort flashed in front of her, his face terrifying but thoughtful. Then came a potion, filled to the brim with grimy green liquid followed quickly by a shriek of pain. Aliquam Tempus! Rose's angered face passed through the vision followed quickly by the word Sectumsempra! Hermione gasped as red spread across the vision before she was rudely thrust out.

"Harry!" Ginny's voice penetrated the darkness that Hermione had been left in.

"Wait – wha – Hermione!" Ron's terror infiltrated her mind and Hermione blearily opened her eyes. "Oh, thank goodness."

"How – How long?"

"Thirty minutes." Ron sat back and looked at Harry in worry, who had fallen to the couch with his eyes closed.

"Harry? Harry, wake up, love, wake up . . ." Ginny roughly shook Harry, her face drawn with worry.

Harry jerked a little and opened his emerald green eyes. He smiled a little as he looked into Ginny's relieved face before reality crashed back down and his face crumpled. Harry pushed himself up into a sitting position and turned to Hermione, "Well?"

His voice was so defeated that Hermione wanted to reach out and hug him but Ginny's glare prevented her from doing so. Silently, she steeled herself for what she was sure would devastate Harry, "I believe you are seeing into someone's mind –"

"God, no . . ." Harry covered his face with his hands and Ginny began to rub comforting circles on his back.

"You didn't let me finish," The bossy tone Hermione had had when she was little returned and Ron almost chuckled, "I said someone, I didn't say that person was Voldemort or anyone particularly dangerous. Harry, Voldemort's dead. He's not coming back." Her last words rang with such force that Harry even believed her.

"Who, then?"

"I'm not sure . . ."

At that point, the doorbell rang and all four jumped; Harry immediately reaching for his wand. Ron groaned, "Damn, I forgot – Mum's coming over to see how we're doing without Hugo."

Hermione nodded, blushing slightly because she, too, had forgotten about Mrs. Weasley and ran to get the door.

Harry stood and looked down at Ginny in worry; what would they tell Molly? That her grandchildren were possibly in danger? That definitely wasn't a good idea.

A voice came down the hall, "Hello, dear. No, no, I've got it –"

"Really, Mrs. Weasley, you didn't have to –"
"Of course I did, dear . . . ."

"Mrs. Weasley – Oh! Fleur! What a surprise."

Harry wanted to disappear; how many people were visiting? Chances were they all would have shown up at his house anyways but still . . . .

Fleur popped into the room, positively glowing. When her eyes lighted on Harry she smiled, " 'Arry! You're 'ere! We were going to surprise you!" And she glared playfully at Ron, clearly thinking he had invited them over. His ears turned red and Hermione glared at him from behind Fleur.

"Harry, Ginny! I didn't expect to see you here!" Mrs. Weasley entered carrying a cake and a few presents.

"Mum, is it someone's birthday?" Ginny stood, throwing an unconvincingly happy look onto her face. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Mrs. Weasley were all unfooled but Fleur was still talking merrily.

"Bill and I are considering another child we are so lonely. And Victoire haz fallen for Teddy. Ze shood arrive soon." She was darting around, plumping pillows when her finger trailed over a splash of red, "What iz this?"

Harry opened his mouth but Mrs. Weasley overrode him, "Is that blood? Harry? Ginny? Is something going on?"

"No! No, it's nothing Mum, nothing . . . ." Ginny trailed off at her mother's look. "Well, erm, we just apparated wrong . . . ."

Mrs. Weasley gave them her signature glare, "What is it?"

"Nothing, Mrs. Weasley. Gin, we'd better go." Harry grasped his wife's hand and began to move towards the door. Mrs. Weasley would not take kindly to them apparating out of the living room.

"Harry?" Hermione stopped him timidly.

"What?"

"Don't worry too much, alright?"

Harry nodded but his mind was still a chaos of half formed worries and thoughts. Ginny noticed the unconvinced look on his face and decided against pretending this had never happened. The two started to try to leave yet again but were blocked by Fleur and Mrs. Weasley, both with frustrated looks on their faces.

Mrs. Weasley was the first to explode, "What is going on?"

"Nothing. Nothing . . . ."

"Zen what are you worried about, 'Arry?" Fleur stepped in, the two older women had become friends as time went on and they were rarely at each other's throats anymore.

"Leave him alone!" Ginny's face was tight with barely suppressed anger, "Nothing is wrong. Nothing! We just had a little nightmare scare –"

Instantly she'd known she'd gone too far; Mrs. Weasley paled and Fleur pressed her hand against the wall behind her for support.

"You- Your sc-scar?"

Harry wanted to deny it so bad and was about to when the fireplace burst into flame.

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