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A book is dumped in front of Harry who startles as he jumps in his seat. He looks up to see Sirius standing before him.
"We were going about this all wrong," Sirius informs him, "Because you might have spent twelve years growing up and not knowing what happened, and I might have spent it in Azkaban, but someone else spent it having to live with the knowledge of everything that occurred. If you think for a moment he never looked into the possible effects that curse could have left on you, you're an idiot."
Harry frowns in confusion, Padfoot doesn't speak to him like this, "What's the book?"
Sirius shrugs, "More of a metaphor than anything. It's just a book with Remus' name on it. Take it and go ask for help, take notes, save your friend. You'll be needing her help sooner rather than later."
Harry seems even more confused, "What are you talking about Padfoot?" He demands, growing annoyed with the vagueness.
"Danger is coming, Potter. In fact, it's here. You need to know who you can trust, she could be one of them if you'll get your head out of your arse and let your Uncle be one of them too," Sirius replies, Harry gasps. Somehow, it's less confusing when Sirius' face begins morphing into something similar but…not quite right.
"Who are you?!"
Not-Sirius sighs, "There is a war coming Potter. Watch closely, know who is on your side, don't try and fight it alone."
"TELL ME WHO YOU ARE!" Harry yells at the man.
"Someone who wants you to win."
Harry gasps as he wakes up, panting as he catches his breath from the strange dream.
After his heart rate slows once more, he shakes his head. It was just a stupid dream, Harry tells himself. He nods as he moves to get up and head to the bathroom to splash his face with water, intent to put it all out of his mind. Only as he moves something falls off of the bed. Harry frowns, grabbing his glasses from his bedside table and using the light from the waxing gibbous moon to find the object that fell and examine it.
His breath catches in his throat as he recognises it.
A book. With Remus' name on it.
"DID YOU SERIOUSLY JUST TELL MY SON TO GET HIS HEAD OUT OF HIS ARSE?! MY FIFTEEN-YEAR-OLD SON?!" Lily Potter screeches as Regulus exits the dream. James sighs at his wife slightly as he helps steady the very drained brother of his best friend/brother. He knows he can be rather…rash, sometimes. But if their Son is involved, it's Lily who struggles to keep a cool head.
"The important thing is, Harry got the message, right?" James asks.
Lily sighs, "Except that he's as bad as his brother, was extremely cryptic, and now Harry has no warning on the possession of the Malfoy kid, the Horcruxes, Peter being alive, nor does he know we're watching over him," She replies.
Jean Granger walks over, putting an arm around Lily's shoulders, "He knows that last one. He's always known that. Now, at the very least, he'll know he can trust Remus and he'll be able to help Ginny," She points out.
Lily sighs and nods, "You're right, I'm sorry Regulus. I know you did your best."
Regulus scoffs weakly, "Let's just hope it works. You can thank me when it's all over."
When school comes back and Harry walks off the train, he sees Draco and Ginny at the train station, presumably awaiting the arrival of the other students. Only the two seem…oddly close to each other. Harry feels a tap on his shoulder and looks over to see Lily. She's been strangely downtrodden since Harry found her on the Platform, he's rather concerned.
"What is going on there?" She asks, Harry frowns.
"Bloody good question that," He replies, both out loud and in sign.
"They seem rather cozy," Cedric says as he comes up beside the two, waving hello to Lily who smiles slightly in reply.
Harry sighs, "Somehow, I don't see that going well."
Later, after the feast, Harry heads to the HoM office, correctly assuming his Uncle will be there.
"Uncle Moony?" Harry asks, almost timidly. He knows he's been a bit of a brat, but he's scared. He's a kid, he's allowed to be scared, right? Only Draco had been right last year, he's not just any other kid, he's the chosen one. He doesn't get that luxury. He straightens his shoulders and walks into the office after his Uncle gestures him in.
"What can I do for you Harry?" Remus asks, surprised and glad that Harry has come to him, given how tense things have been lately.
"Curses, the really bad ones, they have an affect on the person who casts them, right?"
"Yes, why?"
Harry takes a steadying breath, "Is there a way to reverse it?"
Remus frowns, "That depends on the curse, the intent behind it, what the intended victim may have done in an attempt to survive, and, of course, whether or not the curse was successful." Harry lapses into thoughtful silence, but Remus is concerned, "What's this about Mini-Prongs?"
Harry opens his mouth to respond before he stops himself. He remembers how it is he found out about what happened and goes to the door, checking around the corridor and the rest of the room to ensure they are truly alone. Remus watches this all with growing trepidation, more than curious as Harry stands before him again and, in a low voice, finally speaks.
"Ginny."
