Chapter 12
Daydreams and Nightmares
Author's Note: This chapter begins a few minutes after the previous chapter ended and then it will do a brief time-skip. Also, this chapter gets rather fluffy near the end. I wanted to have a nice little moment for the couples after such serious story-lines. And then it gets serious again. The end of this chapter has very strong connections to "What If?"
(Hermione's PoV)
"Are you sure?" Harry asked, "I mean, are you really sure it was Draco?"
Hermione frowned as she looked down at Matthew. He was currently feeding from a bottle Hermione had borrowed from the maternity ward at St. Mungo's. They were currently in the lift as it made its way to the ground floor.
"I wish you would stop asking me that," she said, "No, I am not sure it was Draco. But who else could it be? Didn't you tell me he asked for his wand back when he confronted you in the Room of Requirement?"
"It was his wand, Hermione," Harry said, "Of course he would want it back."
"Yes, but if he didn't completely understand the concept of the Elder Wand," Hermione said, "He could possibly think the Elder Wand's powers transferred to his own wand when he disarmed the wand from Dumbledore."
"It is Agent 314 who is after the Elder Wand, Hermione," Harry said.
"Well," Hermione said, "If Agent 314 is on the hunt, he may be looking for those who disarmed the wizards who had the Elder Wand. Maybe he found out Draco disarmed Dumbledore -"
"And he made Draco an agent?" Harry asked, skepticism running through his voice.
"He could be using Draco," Hermione said.
"I don't think it is Draco," Harry said, "You know – this is a switch. Wasn't it you who was telling me not to obsess with Draco a couple years back?"
"Yeah, but it turned out you were right," Hermione allowed.
"I don't think it is him this time," Harry said.
The lifts opened and Hermione followed Harry back toward Ron's hospital room. Hermione decided Ron didn't look too bad so Matthew could see him. When they arrived inside the room, Mrs. Weasley was now there, and George wasn't.
"There's my little man," Ron said, grinning, as he gingerly sat up against his pillow.
Matthew pushed back his bottle and giggled as he saw Ron.
"Can I hold him?" Ron asked.
"Are you sure?" Hermione asked.
"It is my leg that is injured, love," Ron said, "Not my arms."
Hermione smiled and gently gave Matthew to Ron, as well as Matthew's bottle. She then kissed Ron softly and backed up into an empty chair. Ron opened his mouth and Matthew mimicked him and Ron returned the bottle to his mouth. Matthew gave muffled happy murmurs.
"So Ginny had this strange theory that the Decoy Detonator was tampered with," Ron said.
"What?" Hermione asked, looking at Ginny, "By an Agent?"
"Decoy Detonators don't just randomly explode, Hermione," Ginny said.
"It was pretty hot in that room," Ron said, shrugging, "Could have happened. Besides, the shop is quite protected -"
"By George's wards," Ginny said, "Yes, you said that."
"Maybe he's right, Ginny," Mrs. Weasley said, "Nobody can get past the family's wards without getting injured."
"Right,' Ron said, "and the inventory room is one of the most guarded parts of the entire shop, since that is where everything is. You know that, Ginny."
"Ron, have you seen Draco Malfoy around Diagon Alley lately?" Hermione asked.
Ron raised his eyebrows as he looked at Hermione. "He's never come into the shop. Why would he?"
"Hermione thinks Draco is your stalker Agent," Harry said, with a smirk.
Hermione explained to Ron about Blaise Zabini, and the mysterious blonde wizard that Auror Xavier had seen.
"We know a lot of blonde wizards, Hermione," Ron said.
"That is what I said," Harry said, "And if it was Malfoy, why would he attack Zabini? They're friends."
"Harry, you were there," Hermione said, "The Healer said Blaise's friend had brought him into St. Mungo's."
"But Blaise could identify Draco," Harry said.
"Unless he did a Memory Charm on Blaise," Hermione said.
"Memories can be mended," Ron said, "I speak from experience."
Mrs. Weasley frowned. She had only learned about Ron's memory loss when he accidentally said it in her presence a few weeks back. Hermione noticed she still seemed to be rather uneasy about the whole thing.
"Okay," Hermione said, "So it wasn't someone Blaise knew who attacked him. Why would be bring Blaise in to St. Mungo's? Why didn't he just kill Blaise?"
"Maybe he needed to get into St. Mungo's," Harry said. "And where do all patients who are hit by Cruciatus Curses go to?"
"The fourth floor," Hermione said, "Where the Janus Thickey Ward is."
"Where Xenophilius Lovegood is," Ron said, "Blimey. Xenophilius could have been his target. The Agent couldn't kill him at his house, so he tried to do it here at St. Mungo's."
"But he couldn't," Harry said, "Because we were there with Luna. He saw us and left!"
"But we're targets of the Agents too," Hermione said, "He could have easily killed us."
"Unless his boss wants us alive," Harry said, then stood up, "I need to go warn Xavier about a possible threat on Xenophilius' life."
"I'll go with you," Ginny said, "We can go to the fifth floor as well. I fancy some tea to calm my nerves."
"I think I'll go too," Mrs. Weasley said, standing up, "Leave Ron with Matthew and Hermione."
"Thanks, Mum," Ron said.
"Get better, Ronnie," Mrs. Weasley said, hugging Ron gently, though awkwardly since he was holding Matthew.
Harry, Ginny and Mrs. Weasley left the room, and Hermione looked back at Ron.
"So you're going to be alone in our bed for two nights while I'm here," Ron said, "Think you can handle it?"
"No – I mean – oh, how will I survive?" Hermione said, sighing dramatically.
"Very funny," Ron said.
"Yes, I can handle it," Hermione said, "Besides, it will be longer than two days."
"I'll be home in two days," Ron said.
"I'm not letting you up those stairs on your bum leg," Hermione said, "I'll extend the couch in the living room to a bed, and find a way to solve the bathroom problem before you get home."
"But you can sleep in the living room too," Ron said.
"I dunno... I love our bed," Hermione said.
"But you love being with me more," Ron said.
"That is arguable," Hermione said, sticking out her tongue.
"No flirting when I'm feeding Matty," Ron said, "So... will you wait on me hand-and-foot?"
"We'll see about that," Hermione said, rolling her eyes, "I already have one baby to wait on hand-and-foot."
"I'm not a baby," Ron said, pouting.
"I dunno," Hermione said, grinning, "You and Matthew have things in common right now. The two of you can barely stand without help from something."
"Ugh," Ron said, "I am so dreading crutches."
"You'll just have to get used to them," Hermione said, "Especially if you're going back to work before too long."
"You could work at the shop instead," Ron said, "And I could watch Matthew."
"You can't use crutches and carry Matthew at the same time," Hermione said, "At work, you can just sit behind the till and help customers."
"Right," Ron said, "That does sound easier."
"It is only until the powder goes through your bloodstream," Hermione said, "Then the Healers can give you the potions."
"Hopefully that won't take too long," Ron said, "I mean – your birthday is in five weeks, and Matthew's is less than two months away. I don't want to be on crutches while I'm celebrating with you."
"Aww, how sweet of you," Hermione said, smiling, "I'm sure you'll be walking on both legs by then."
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August 11th, 1998
(Ron's PoV)
Ron hissed, his bum leg brushing against the inside of the counter, as he moved in his chair behind the till at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. It had been four days since the accident, and two days since he had left St. Mungo's. For most of those four days, while he was at St. Mungo's or back at home, he had been laying down somewhere. Either on the hospital bed or the on couch in the living room.
As she had promised, Hermione had extended the living room couch into a normal sized bed for him. She hadn't spent the night on the bed with him yet, much to Ron's displeasure. But she had spent the two hours that separated Matthew's bedtime and her normal bedtime with some intimate time between the two of them. This also proved rather difficult since Ron couldn't do very much moving, thanks to his leg. It was far more annoying then when his arm was healing from the Splinching incident in December.
Ron didn't mind staying in the living room, especially since he got to spend loads of time with Matthew during the day. The two days he had been home, he and Matthew had spent many hours together. Ron had even tried to encourage Matthew to say more words, but, besides saying "sissy", Matthew could only make vowel sounds. He had also helped Matthew with his stand-up and sit down practices, and all though he needed help, Matthew was able to stand up on his feet for minutes at a time.
Hermione had also found a way to remedy the bathroom problem. Ron's father had come over on Sunday and by the time he left, a temporary new bathroom was installed in the bottom of Hermione's house, near the living room. Thanks to the fact that he had to use crutches to get to the house inside of Apparation or Floo Powder, Ron had become an expert at walking with them, and had no problem going between the restroom and living room.
The night before Ginny's birthday, George had come over to Hermione's house to beg Ron to return to work the following day. Ginny would be off that day, and George and Angelina needed a third person in the shop. After some thought, and bickering from Hermione about how Ron needed to do things on his leg, Ron accepted the offer.
Ron thought work was going to be hard with a bum leg, but he found it fairly easy. The two hours he had been there so far that day, he had spent behind the till and he didn't have to get up at all yet. Getting to work was a bigger problem. He had to take the Knight Bus to the Leaky Cauldron, and he had slammed his leg into the wall of the bus many times as it turned street corners quickly. The walk through the Leaky Cauldron and Diagon Alley took fifteen minutes longer than it did when both of his legs worked properly.
"Hey, Ron!" George said, as he walked across the shop, "Can you go up on the ladder for me and get something?"
"Very funny, George," Ron muttered, sarcastically, "That hasn't made me laugh the past five times you said it. It isn't going to work this time."
"I'm sorry," George said, "I couldn't hear you. What was that?"
"George, be nice to your brother," Angelina said, "We're lucky to have him working here today."
"Yeah, I could have stayed away for a full week like the Healer suggested," Ron said.
"I was only joking with him Angelina," George said, "It isn't my fault he's grumpy cause of no love-life."
"I have a fine love-life, thank you very much," Ron said, "Even with a bum leg."
"Hermione does all the work, huh?" George asked, "Very submissive of you."
"Don't let Harry hear that," Ron said, remembering all the times Harry teased him about Hermione having a lot of control over their snogging sessions.
"Too late, mate," Harry's voice said.
Ron turned toward the doorway of the shop. Harry was grinning as he walked over to the counter.
"Harry!" George said, "Welcome. My brother and I were just discussing his intimate life. Speaking of snogging girlfriends... what are you doing here, Harry? I thought you were spending the day with Ginny."
"Most of the day," Harry said, "Just getting some things for a private date with her."
"Where are you taking her?" Angelina asked.
"We're going to stay at the Burrow," Harry said, "because the Aurors don't want us going anywhere. But that is okay. Ginny's okay with it, since I took her to the Quidditch Match for half of her birthday present."
"Half?" Ron asked, "What else are you getting her?"
"That is between me and her," Harry said.
"Translation," George said, "He doesn't know yet."
"I am not selling you a Love Potion, mate," Ron said, with a smirk, "I refuse."
"I have a better idea," Angelina said, "Our newest item! I just put it in stock a few minutes ago."
"Oh, no, Angelina," George said, "You're not suggesting – oh dear, I knew I was going to regret making those."
"What are you talking about?" Ron asked.
"We updated the Patented Daydream Charms," Angelina said. "So they can be used by couples. My favorite is the one I thought of when George took me to the Muggle cinema last year. It is cruise ship fantasy."
"Er – Angelina," George said, "If I remember right, the cruise ship sank."
"The two lovers still had a nice time," Angelina said.
"Yeah, until one of them died," George muttered, "Poor bloke died on the night he got lucky."
"How vile of you," Angelina said.
"What other fantasies?" Harry asked.
"Follow me," Angelina said.
"Harry!" Ron growled, "You better not –!"
"Oh, let him have his fun," George said, grinning, "It is just a daydream for him and Ginny – a very realistic daydream."
"This is for our sister, George," Ron said, "Our sister!"
"Hmm," Harry said, as he looked at a shelf, "Masseuse parlors, a dark forest -"
" – er, I don't recommend the forest," George muttered, "That is mainly for really gloomy folk. It is based on the Forbidden Forest."
"The Hogwarts Express?" Harry asked.
"Mostly for school sweethearts," George said.
"I think I'll take it," Harry said.
"Harry!" Ron growled, "I swear – I'm not selling that to you. I don't care if my brother is the boss. I am the one behind the till."
"You forget, Ron," George said, "Harry's our investor. A discount on all items. And since this is for Ginny, and our very first sale of the new item, I'll let you have it for free, Harry."
"Oh, George, I couldn't," Harry said.
"Just tell Ginny it is a present from me too," George said, "Since I didn't get her one."
"You are lucky I have a bum leg, Potter!" Harry said.
Harry grinned and waved to Ron as he left the shop. Ron glared at George and Angelina.
"He's giving it to our sister, George!" he growled, "Your sister-in-law, Angelina!"
"She's seventeen," George said, "We can allow her a bit of innocent fun."
"Yeah, Ron," Angelina said, " Besides, Harry's a gentleman around Ginny."
"It is not Harry I'm worried about," Ron muttered.
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(Harry's PoV – that evening)
"I cannot believe you blindfolded me for the second year in a row, Harry!" Ginny growled.
"Relax, love," Harry said, "We're almost there."
"You're taking me to the lake again, aren't you?" Ginny asked.
"Not this time," Harry said, "We need a bit more privacy."
"Privacy?" Ginny asked, "Exactly what do you have in mind?"
Harry grinned privately as he took off Ginny's blindfold. They were standing in the Weasley's barn. Ginny blinked as she adjusted her eyesight and looked around.
"The barn?" Ginny asked, "There's nothing here, Harry."
"Nothing on the bottom floor," Harry said, motioning over to the ladder, "Birthday girls first."
"I knew I shouldn't have worn a skirt," Ginny muttered.
"I won't peek," Harry said, grinning.
Ginny rolled her eyes and ascended the ladder. He heard Ginny gasp and he climbed up after her.
"Oh, Harry," Ginny said, as Harry reached the second floor, "This is wonderful."
A picnic blanket had been laid out on the hay-covered barn floor. Four candles, protected so they wouldn't set fire to the barn, were lit at the corners of the blanket.
"Is this... Mum's cooking?" Ginny asked, as she sat down.
"She made me promise she could cook for you even if we weren't having dinner with her tonight," Harry said, as he sat down next to her.
"Any other plans other than this romantic picnic in my barn?" Ginny asked, as she started on her pork chop.
"Yes," Harry said, as he did the same, "But it can wait until after we eat."
"Hmm," Ginny said, raising her eyebrows, "A picnic dinner... in the barn... away from my mother. Very private too. Are you trying to tell me something?"
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"You know what I mean," Ginny said, "I remember our old conversations. 'Not until I'm seventeen' and 'Not until the war is over'. As of today, both have happened."
"The Second War isn't over," Harry said, "Not as long as the Agents are around."
"You weren't thinking about the war when we had that conversation, Harry," Ginny said.
"I know," Harry said, "And at the time I wasn't sure if we'd ever reach this day."
"That's not funny, Harry," Ginny said. "I almost lost you in May. I don't ever want to have to go through that again."
"You won't," Harry said, "Not until we're old and wrinkly at least."
"You've given me so many hints lately," Ginny said, "Usually it is girls who have to give blokes hints."
"Are you saying I'm a girl?" Harry asked.
"You behave like one sometimes," Ginny said, grinning.
"Very funny," Harry said.
Ginny stuck out her tongue. Harry stared at her silently as he continued in on his meal.
"I want to give you your other birthday present," he said, "But you have to put the blindfold on again."
"Do I have to?" Ginny asked.
"It is a surprise," Harry said.
Ginny frowned and took the blindfold from her pocket. She put it over her eyes and tied it in the back. Harry took out the small heart-shaped perfume bottle from his pocket. He read the back of it.
Daydream Charms for Couples. Very realistic. Press the lid down and inhale the scent. Lasts for one hour. It is advised you are alone or in private areas.
"When I say so," Harry said, "Inhale."
"You got me perfume?" Ginny asked.
"Er... sort of," Harry muttered, then pressed down on the lid and sprayed it around them. "Inhale now."
Harry closed his eyes and inhaled and so did Ginny. He opened his eyes and he was no longer in the barn. He was sitting on the floor of what resembled a compartment on the Hogwarts Express. Outside the window, they seemed to be floating over clouds.
"Take off your blindfold," Harry said.
Ginny did so and looked around. Her eyes widened and she looked at Harry. He told her about the Daydream Charm and what it did.
"So we're still in my barn, right?" Ginny asked.
"Technically, yes," Harry said, "Only we think we're on the Hogwarts Express. It lasts for an hour."
"Er... are you really here?" Ginny asked, "I mean..."
Harry reached out to Ginny and touched Ginny's hand. She gasped and giggled.
"Wow," she said, "This is so bizarre."
She took his hand and pulled him onto one of the long seats. He then leaned toward her and kissed her softly and she returned the kiss.
"I felt that too," Ginny said.
"George did say it was very realistic," Harry said, "I imagine if someone was to walk in on us, we'd be in snogging in the barn."
"Good thing you requested our privacy," Ginny said, grinning.
She laid back against the seat and pulled Harry toward her and kissed him again. He rubbed his tongue along her lips, and she opened them, letting his tongue inside. He rubbed his tongue between hers and the roof of her mouth and she moaned softly against his lips. He backed away a bit and moved his lips toward her chin, kissing it softly. She rubbed her hands along his hair and he noticed her eyes travel toward the floor.
"Harry," she whispered.
"Hmm?" Harry asked, moving his lips to her neck.
"My purse came with us," Ginny said.
"You brought your purse to our picnic?" Harry asked, looking toward the floor where the purse was, "why?"
Ginny smiled and reached for the purse. She rummaged through it, then pulled out a small vial.
"Er... what is that?" Harry asked.
"I'll give you a hint," Ginny said, "It is the only reason Hermione and Ron have their 'special moments' at the moment."
Harry raised his eyebrows, and realized what she meant.
"She actually gave you that potion?" he asked.
"One night's worth," Ginny said.
"Hermione gave you that potion?" Harry repeated, in disbelief.
"She said she wanted me to have it 'just in case'," Ginny said.
Harry looked from the vial to Ginny. He chewed on his bottom lip and looked at her lips. He then reached a hand over to the vial and popped off the cork.
"I can't believe I'm going to do this in your barn," Harry said, with a sigh.
"Technically we're on the Hogwarts Express," Ginny said, then gulped down the potion.
She groaned and made a disgusted face.
"Man, that's gross," Ginny said, "Though it has a strange minty taste to it. Probably to help with breath."
Harry chuckled and looked into her eyes. "Happy birthday, Ginny. I love you."
"I love you too, Harry," Ginny said.
She smiled and pulled him toward her and kissed him deeply on the lips.
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(Hermione's PoV – five hours later)
Hermione opened her eyes and she was in a very tight space, almost as if she was under a bed or something. She could hear Matthew crying nearby, and heard a movement of footsteps in the distance. She then realized she was in Matthew's nursery.
"I'm coming, Matthew," a very familiar voice said, one that Hermione hadn't heard in many months.
She saw the bottom of a door open and slipper-covered feet as they walked into the room. Very familiar slippers...
"I'm here, my baby," the voice said, "Mummy's here."
"Mum?" Hermione asked, but all that came out was a soft meowing sound.
"I bet you're hungry," Helen Granger's voice said.
A moment later, Hermione's mother walked across the room with a very young Matthew in her arms. She sat down in a rocking chair and unbuttoned the shirt of her blouse, then put a small blanket over Matthew so that it covered his whole body.
"There you go, sweetheart," Helen said, "How's that?"
"Mum?" Hermione asked.
Another meowing sound, followed by the sound of creaking, as the rocking chair moved back and forth. Hermione then heard footsteps coming from somewhere outside the room. She then heard a very high, familiar cackling sound.
"Run, Richard!" Elphias Doge's voice said, "Get to Helen and Matthew!"
"Richard?" Helen asked.
More movement. The door opened again and Richard hurried in.
"Someone is coming, Helen," Richard said.
"Daddy?" Hermione asked.
More meows.
"Richard,what is happening!" Helen asked, uncovering the blanket from Matthew.
Matthew started crying again.
"We need to hide Matthew," Richard said, "Remember what Elphias said. Hide Matthew. I am going back
downstairs."
"Richard!" Helen said, her voice split by sobs.
"I love you, Helen," Richard said, "Hide him."
Richard ran out of the room. Hermione heard her mother crying as she walked over to the closet. She opened the door and kneeled down.
"My baby," Helen said, "My Matty. You'll be all right. If I'm not here, Hermione will take care of you. Okay? I promise."
Helen backed up and Hermione saw Matthew laying in the closet on the top of a large pile of clothes, and the door closed.
"Protego Enfante Totalum!" Elphias Doge's voice rang out from downstairs, "Richard! I told you to -"
"Avada Kedavra!" a voice yelled.
"No!" Richard yelled, "Elphias! Helen –!"
"Avada Kedavra!" the same voice yelled.
Hermione's eyes widened as she heard a second thud. She knew her father had just been killed. She then heard footsteps outside the door, and saw Helen looking at the door.
"Alohomora!" the voice said, "Hmm... Reducto! Aargh!"
"Go away!" Helen growled, "Leave me alone!"
The voice cackled and Hermione heard more footsteps.
"Mum!" Hermione said, "Run!"
More meowing and now hissing. She then saw her mother pacing back and forth and sobbing.
"Where did she go?" Helen asked, "You'll be okay, Matty. I promise. She won't get you. Aagh!"
The sound of broken glass shattering split the air and Hermione saw black-booted feet land in the room from the window. Hermione looked up and saw Bellatrix Lestrange standing there.
"No!" Helen cried out, "Why?"
Helen dropped to her knees.
"Please don't!" Helen cried, "Please!"
"You little slag," Bellatrix said cackling.
Helen crawled on her hands and knees across the floor.
"I bet your daughter is the same way," Bellatrix said, "I'm going to go after her next. And before I end her life, I'll tell her all about how I ended yours."
"No!" Helen cried, "No, please... please..."
"Avada Kedavra!" Bellatrix yelled.
A flash of green filled the air...
… and Hermione bolted up into a sitting position and gasped. She looked around and realized she was sitting on the modified bed in the living room. She looked next to her at Ron, who was awake looking up at her.
"Are you okay?" Ron murmured, "Is it Matty?"
"I-I need to check on Matty," Hermione gasped.
"He's not crying," Ron said, turning his heard toward the walkie-talkie, "Go back to sleep."
"I'll be back," Hermione said, "I promise."
Hermione kissed Ron softly, and reached for her robes that eerily resembled the blouse Helen Granger had been in on the night of her death. She put them on and stood up then walked toward the stairs. She frowned and felt tears in her eyes. She had learned to get past her parents' death months ago, and had been able to climb these stairs without incident. But because of her dream, it had all come back to her.
She closed her eyes so she wouldn't look at the step, and walked up the stairs, and over to Matthew's nursery. She then walked inside and tried to keep her eyes away from the section of floor her mother had died at. She walked over to Matthew's crib and smiled when she saw that he was sleeping peacefully, curled up against a teddy bear she had given him a few days ago. She leaned toward him and kissed him softly on the forehead.
She felt more tears in her eyes and dropped to her knees and just sat there as she watched him sleep. She then realized where she was in her dream. She had been under Matthew's crib, and – was she Crookshanks in her dream? Had he been under Matthew's crib during the attack? She frowned as she looked behind her. She could picture Bellatrix there, standing on broken window glass, over her mother.
She then looked back at Matthew and clutched her knees against her.
"Hermione?" Ron's voice said, from the speaker.
"I'll be down shortly," Hermione said, trying to keep her voice calm, "Just watching Matthew."
"I'm going back to sleep," Ron said, "Good night."
"Night, Ron," Hermione said.
Hermione laid her head down on top of her knees and stared at Matthew as he slept...
… truthfully she was afraid to go back to sleep that evening, and knew that even if she joined Ron on the bed, she would be up all night.
She then realized why she had that nightmare. She hadn't been to her parents' graves since Christmas Eve. Was this punishment for not visiting them? She had promised... but she was planning on going on the anniversary of their death. Even if she wanted to go as soon as possible, she didn't want to go without Ron, and he wouldn't be able to walk across the un-solid grassy ground of the cemetery with his crutches. And she wanted to bring Matthew with her as well... but she didn't know if he was ready...
… no that wasn't the truth. It would be a great moment for him, but he wouldn't understand it just yet. Honestly... she didn't know if she was ready to go back there just yet.
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The nightmare came to me as I was writing this chapter. I wanted something after Harry and Ginny's part, but I wasn't sure what. And then I figured it out. It isn't too important to the story-line, and honestly I could have had the nightmare closer to a Halloween chapter, or on Halloween. But I wanted it here instead.
So Ginny had a rather fun birthday! I loved the idea of the day-dream charms for couples. Definitely something George and Angelina would create, he-he. Also... Titanic reference, for the win?
I think I'm going to do another time-skip soon, and possibly have Ginny at Hogwarts. I'd like to do a few Hogwarts Chapters before I get to the NEWT chapters. I do have some rather good ideas for some chapters like that.
Hope you liked this chapter!