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Chapter Ten: Dreams Of The Raven

Harry dipped and rolled, feeling exhilarated once again, with the pure, joyous feeling of riding his firebolt. He pulled out of the roll and pulled to a stop next to Victor.

"You fly vell," said Victor, seriously, "You have no need of my classes."

"Are you kidding?" asked Harry. "There was no way I was going to pass up this opportunity. The chance to learn techniques from the best doesn't come around every day, you know. I feel privileged just to be out here at the same time as you."

"Thank you, you are very kind. I just use my natural talent, like you do. To some of us, it comes easily, I guess." He shrugged his shoulders. I vas happy Professor Dumbledore vanted me here. It is much better here than at Durmstrang."

Harry looked around at all the other students, practicing the maneuver that Victor had introduced to them. Some, like Ginny had mastered it, while others, Hermione and Neville for instance were struggling to get their brooms to co-operate.

"Look, Victor," Harry started. "When this is all over, and we don't have to worry about whether or not we're going to survive the day, would you play Quidditch against me? I'd love to have an exhibition match. We could put together a couple of teams, and you and I could seek."

"I vould like that very much. I haf been told you are the best seeker in the country. I vould like to have a test. Even Lynch was not in my league. It vould be fun."

They flew down so Victor could critique the progress of the class. Harry grinned to himself, thinking of that potential Quidditch match. That would be the challenge of a lifetime. He couldn't wait. Just one more reason to kick Voldemort's arse.

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"Harry, have you noticed anything funny about Hermione?" Ginny asked later that night while they lay in bed, her fingers gently twirling a lock of his hair.

"No, why?"

"Well, it might be nothing more than the fact that she's seventeen now, but the boys seem to be noticing her an awful lot more. She walked by Terry Boot this morning on the way to the Great Hall for breakfast, and he almost broke his own neck trying to get a better look at her. Colin spent most of the morning following her around like a puppy dog."

"Really? Well, she is a very pretty woman, though she's no match for a certain young redheaded witch that I know," he said, grinning at her.

"You mean you haven't noticed anything? I asked Terry afterwards, and he said that he felt almost pulled to her, as if she was the only thing in the world that mattered to him. Then it was over."

"Can't say that I noticed anything. Maybe it's our bond, but since I fell for you, even Fleur doesn't affect me anymore."

"Harry, you say the nicest things." She pressed her lips to the nape of his neck.

"It's easy to say when it's true," he replied, catching her chin in his hand and pulling her up for a gentle kiss. "While I might love Hermione a lot, there's only one that I want, and that one shares my bed. In fact she's here right now. Come to think of it, I think I'd like to get to sharing right now." He traced little circles on the back of her neck and down her back, causing little goose bumps to rise on her flesh.

She let out a little sigh of pure pleasure. "Do you really, Mr. Potter?" she asked, pulling her nightgown up and over her head, stretching luxuriously.

Harry let a low groan out of his throat, and reached for her. "Oh yeah Mrs. Potter, I like to share," he said, playfully throwing her back onto the bed. "I really like to share."

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Luna swept majestically into the Ravenclaw common room, having just parted with Neville. His kiss goodnight had left her a little breathless. The thing about Neville was that when he kissed you, he made it seem that he had no other thing in the world to do or consider accept kissing you. Most men had some little thing in the back of their mind. Maybe it was the class they had to study for, or maybe it was what they had for dinner. Maybe it was a trip to the bathroom, or Quidditch, or a conversation they had before, but it was there and a girl could tell. With Neville, it was all about the kiss. He didn't let anything distract him. It was quite arousing, actually.

She wandered over to the stairs, humming softly to herself, ignoring the giggling that always seemed to follow her. It was okay, if she could provide some enjoyment for her fellow students, then she had accomplished something that day. It didn't bother her that they thought she was weird. She was comfortable with who and what she was. She had her father, and Neville, and the others. That was enough for her.

She went up the stairs, and settled down on her four poster bed. She reached over and grabbed her brush to do her hair before bed. She thought for a few moments about sneaking out and finding Neville, but decided in the end that she was rather tired after all. The broomstick class had been fun, but tiring. She wasn't used to flying that much.

Setting down the brush, she walked over and sat next to the window for a few moments, gazing out at the moon. She always felt a connection to the orb, always thought she was meant for something more, and it always involved the moon in some way. Perhaps it was just her name, but she really did like looking at it. It was fun to imagine what she might find up there. And, she always felt right at home walking in the moonlight.

Sighing to herself, she decided that she really should get some sleep. She had promised Daddy that she would send him out a story before the week was out, and she still hadn't thought of a thing to write an editorial on. Well, maybe a refreshing night's sleep would give her a new perspective. She laid down on her bed and drew the curtains around her. Soon her thoughts drifted off and she gently went to sleep.

Ron was standing in Professor Dumbledore's office, looking a little scared and exchanging looks with Harry while they waited for whatever Dumbledore had planned.

Dumbledore reached into his robes and pulled out his wand. "Now, Mr. Weasley, this won't hurt a bit." He said, passing his wand over Ron. Ron started to glow softly, and then faerie fire leapt all around him. Dumbledore's bushy eyebrows disappeared into his bangs.

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Three women strode across a beach of charcoal black sand. The water lapped lazily at the sands, while they proceeded toward a small wicker hut. They all looked somewhat similar in appearance, yet they were also very different. One was very pale and skinny, her platinum blonde hair tied back in a tight bun, her nose held imperiously high. She had a pained expression on her face, as if she had just smelled some obnoxious odor. The second had light brown hair, and a rather dazed expression. She kind of plodded along in front of the other two. The third was behind the second, her wand out and pointed at the second. She was once very beautiful, but the years had been harsh, blunting her beauty. She had long jet black hair, and a gaunt face, twisted into a perpetual grimace.

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Cornelius Fudge flew through the air, landing in a heap behind his desk. The tall ice-blonde wizard strode over to him, grabbing the front of his robes and pulling him roughly to his feet. "Now," he drawled, "we're going to make life difficult for the Potters, aren't we?"

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The six of them finally stopped to rest in the ruins of an old house. It appeared to have been abandoned for years now. They transfigured back into their human forms, with Ron taking Ginny's limp form from Harry's back, where she had been lashed to him.

"She's feverish, Harry," he said, looking down at her with concern. "We need to find something to take it down with."

Harry nodded and looked at Neville. "You're the herbologist, see what you can find." Neville nodded, and shrinking back down into a beagle, he bounded off to find the necessary ingredients.

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They were standing on a small hilltop next to a beach. Four women in robes were approaching, one bearing an ornately filigreed crown on her head. She was a magnificent looking woman, tall and flame haired, a classic beauty. As they approached she smiled at them.

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Bill Weasley was on his knees his hands splayed out in front of him, his mouth open in a soundless scream. His face was streaked with tears as he looked down at the broken body of Fleur Delacor. His face contorted with unrestrained rage as he struggled to his feet. He pulled his wand and made to fling himself forward, when another red haired man flung himself at him. They went down in a tumble, arms and legs everywhere.

"NO!!!!" screamed George, barely restraining Bill, "You'll just die too! We can't afford to lose you as well! Don't let her sacrifice be in vain! You have to go on! You can get your revenge later! There'll be another time, another chance! Come on!" He dragged Bill off, straining to get away, the despair and hurt evident in him.

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Harry and Ginny skidded around a corner of the ruins, and dove in opposite directions as a gout of flame came down right where they were a moment before. Harry rolled and came up, his wand in his hand, and a terrified look crossed his face. There, standing over Ginny, was the biggest dragon he had ever seen.

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The werewolf howled in obvious pain. His hind legs gave out under him as the small wizard grabbed his back with what appeared to be a hand made of solid silver. Smoke rolled off the back of the werewolf, as his piteous howls echoed through the night.

Continuing the onslaught, the little wizard didn't see the witch creeping up behind him, her wand out, a look of pure hatred across her face, her bubblegum hair flashing in the pale moonlight.

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Hundreds of people gathered around the gravesite, as Professor McGonagall said a few words. Tears were flowing all around, looks of shell shock on many of the faces. Truly, some wounds were never healed.

Luna woke the next morning feeling fully refreshed. What unusual dreams she had. Grabbing her quill and a fresh roll of parchment she started to write. Daddy was sure to love this.

Author's Note: I so love teasers... foreshadowing is a wonderful thing... hope you enjoyed the chapter.

Question for the chapter: which teaser do you find intriguing?

The story recommendation for the chapter is "A Mother's Love" by Ladylaughalot. Wonderful little HP/HG one shot that I stumbled upon this morning and wanted to share.