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Chapter Seven: Visions and Memories

Harry was roused from a nap by a light tap at his door. "Come in." The door opened and Ginny came in. More twisties. Merlin he could get used to that. "Ginny, before you come over here could you go and get the mirror that Sirius left you?. Thanks." As Ginny left to get her mirror, Harry pulled his out of his trunk.

Ginny came back in holding her mirror. She had stopped about five feet from his bed and seemed to be chewing on her lower lip. "Come sit with me Gin, I'd like to show you how these work. If you want to see me, or talk to me all you have to do is look into yours and say my name. Go ahead, try it."

"Harry Potter" she said softly while gazing into it. His mirror immediately started to get warm. He wasn't even holding it, and he could feel its warmth radiate to him. He reached over and grabbed it, looking into it. Ginny's face appeared in the mirror. She grinned from ear to ear. "That's incredible" she whispered, her voice coming from both the mirror in front of him and from her mouth next to him.

"Any time that you want to talk to me, all you have to do is do what you just did. I'll feel the warmth coming from this where ever I'm at, and I'll know that its you. Then I'll come get the mirror and we can see each other. Sound good?"

"Harry, its better than good. It certainly is going to make the evenings a lot more bearable, now that we can talk, even if we're in separate rooms."

"That's right Gin, and to think I came very close to breaking mine in frustration last month. I was hurting so badly. I miss him so much Gin… sometimes I just go numb with it all." Suddenly it was hard to see her, it seemed that his eyes wanted to blur all on their own. He didn't know why, but somehow it was easier to open to this girl than it was for him to open to either Ron or Hermione. Harry laid back on the bed and tried to regain his composure. The next thing he knew, Ginny had settled into the crook of his arm, snuggled up to him so that she could maximize contact with him. Harry started to regulate his breathing, which he now realized had started to come out in great, racking sobs.

"Its OK Gin… I still lose it once in whi…AAARRRGGGHHH!!!!"

"Harry!" He had somehow managed to jump and twist completely around and now was on all fours facing the foot of the bed. His head was face down, and he was clutching his scar in both hands. His breathing was ragged, and he slowly curled into a fetal position. "Ron! Neville! Get someone in here, NOW!"

She grabbed Harry around his waist and pulled him into a hug, gently lifting him into a sitting position. He remained hunched over, his head in his hands, and he started to rock back and forth. She matched his movements, trying desperately to pour every ounce of love and support into him, hoping beyond hope that she could anchor him until help arrived.

Voldemort was seething, standing there in front of him were two people. One was a small miserable excuse for a man, reminding one of nothing more than vermin. His front teeth were extended like a rat's, and he had very beady little eyes that were constantly shifting, as if constantly looking for the nearest bolt hole. He was hunched over, and there was just the slightest hint of a silvery hand sticking out of a ragged shirt.

The other was tall and lean. He was dressed in leather pants with a white t-shirt under a full length leather duster. He had rough, handsome features, and platinum blonde hair cropped close to the top of his head. A muggle cigarette flopped out of the side of his mouth. With each slight movement one could recognize that there was a great deal of strength in him. He opened his mouth to speak:

"God, he's such wee little bit of wanker, isn't he. I don't see why you put up with henchmen like him. Anyway, I've thought about your offer, and honestly, I just can't see myself working for a tremendous prat like you. I mean really, you've gone and made a great dog's dinner out of everything haven't you?"

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

"You go to do better than that mate, already dead, hello."

"IMPERIO!"

"Hello, jedi mind tricks don't work on me."

"CRUCIO!"

This seemed to get a reaction. The blonde man screamed and fell to the floor, jerking like a puppet on a string. Voldemort kept this up for quite some time. Eventually he let up. "It seems I do have some hold over you after all. Now you listen, go and tell those of your kind that the Dark Lord has returned. Tell them that I offer them great power, and the chance to feed to their heart's content. There are plenty of muggle sheep out there to slake their thirst. Remember, I will know if you fail me. Now go, get out of my presence."

The blonde man left muttering something about wishing he had never left the colonies. Voldemort turned to the little man. "Wormtail, once again you cannot even do the littlest thing that I ask of you. It is time for your punishment."

Harry slowly came back to his senses, realizing that he wasn't alone. His friends were there, as well as Fred Weasley. Shortly George Weasley came in with Professor Dumbledore with him.

"What did you see, Harry?"

Harry quickly related his vision to everyone. "What does it mean Professor? I tried to block him out, like you showed me, but it took quite a while."

"That's OK Harry, I didn't expect you to have immediate success. As to what this means, I think that Voldemort is trying to recruit the vampires to his cause. He already has the dementors and the giants. If this keeps up he will become even that much more difficult to stop. I suggest you get some rest, Harry. We will continue your lessons tomorrow.

Everyone filed out except Ginny. Harry looked at her questioningly, and she just raised a mischievous eyebrow. "What did you think Potter, that I was just going to abandon you now that the crisis has passed. You need to heal from this, and no-one else has ever had to deal with Him taking control except me." She crawled up on the bed with him, and motioned for him to lie down next to her. "Now, you are going to get some rest, and I am going to make sure that you do. She cradled his head in her arms and ran her fingers through his hair. Slowly she started to hum a song to him, ever so softly. The combination of lullaby and caress was soothing, lulling him into a light slumber. She settled down for the night next to him, kissing him lightly on the forehead. "Love you Potter." She murmured, closing her eyes and settling her own breathing.

Harry awoke the next morning to find himself wrapped in Ginny's arms. He felt a moment of panic rising in his gorge, only to realize that they both were fully dressed. Gently he prodded her, whispering "Ginny, wake up." Ginny's eyes opened slowly, to lock softly with Harry's. She stretched luxuriously, almost cat-like, sending small jolts of electricity up and down his body.

"Morning Harry. You know, I could really get used to this."

"Ginny! What if Fred or George were to catch us here like this?"

"I don't give a crusty dragon what those two think. I've got enough dirt on them that they'll never talk anyway. Come on, lets go get some breakfast."

The group of them were gathered in the room of requirements. There was a pensieve sitting on a small table in the middle of the room. Candles were lit around the edges of the room, casting a soft glow over it. There were two big, comfortable chairs at the table, and a bunch of cushions spread out around the room. On the table was a spell book, Memory Charms through the Ages.

Hermione took the lead "Right, Harry, here's my idea. I actually came up with it while I was doing some light reading in The Great Wizard War, An Outsider's Perspective by Garcrunch the Goblin. This is going to take a little bit of explaining, but I think it might just work. First, remember what Dumbledore said to you during your Occlumency lesson? He said that it was up to you and the other members of the Triumvirate to figure out what the powers would be. I think that that might mean that all six of us might have special abilities we can eventually learn to tap."

"Wait a minute, you're saying…"

"Yes Ron, we all are going to surpass anything this last generation can comprehend, and it will be needed if we are to defeat V…Voldemort. Now, with that in mind, we need to first teach Harry what love is. He grew up in a home where he was hated for who he was. He has lost everyone who meant anything to him in a family way. He needs to know all kinds of love. I don't think that just one type of love will be sufficient. He needs to know the love of family, the love of friendship, the love of sacrifice, and the love of a mate. Anything less will not succeed."

"So what does the pensieve have to do with this?"

"We will each draw out memories for Harry to experience, Luna. There is a charm that I found in this spell book that will not only let him experience it, but he will experience it from the first person. It will be as if he were us. He will learn what it is to feel love from our perspective. The incantation goes like this: Memoris Animi."

"So I will get to relive your memories from your point of view? I don't know that I like that Hermione. It seems like a huge invasion of privacy to me."

"I know Harry, but sometimes it is necessary to do things we find distasteful. I am willing to bear my soul if you are. How about the rest of you? Are you willing to help?"

"O… Of course we are Hermione. I don't know how helpful I can be since I don't have a very good memory, but if it helps bring that bastard down, I'll do anything I can. In fact, I'll go first if you'd like."

"Thanks Neville, have a seat over there. Harry go sit next to him. The rest of us need to lend our strength and support. Luna, Ginny, go over and sit on some cushions next to them and hold their hands. Ron, hold me while I perform the spell. I need your touch to calm me so I don't make a mistake. "Thanks. OK, here we go, are you all ready? Right then, Memoris Animi!"

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