Disclaimer – I don't own the characters or anything else I use in this story that the brilliant J.K. Rowling created for us. I only wish I was that imaginative and genius…
Also, this isn't intended to contain spoilers about book seven because I had it planned before I even read "Deathly Hallows," but it kind of reveals something that happens sometime in the book…so if you haven't finished "Deathly Hallows" yet, you might want to wait to read this chapter. It's not an earth-shattering spoiler, but some people are sensitive about that sort of thing.
Chapter Fourteen
Harry's eyes snapped open. He had awoken from a dead sleep. The room was pitch black, but the smell was familiar. It smelled of flowers. It was the same smell to which he had awoken every morning for the past five years. The sheets of the bed on which Harry was comfortably lying were the same sheets he had slept between for months. The woman sleeping silently to Harry's right was the same woman with which he had shared this bed since he had married her five years earlier.
Harry blinked his eyes a few times in the darkness. He was just standing on the beach with his two best friends, seconds before, and now he was at home. Shaking his head, Harry quietly got out of the bed and walked to the kitchen. He grabbed some pretzels from the cupboard and sat at the table. Harry munched on the salty treats as he went over everything in his head.
It seemed so real, as if it all happened tonight. It wasn't a dream…it was a memory.
As Harry thought, he was reminded of Professor Dumbledore's Penseive. It was as if Harry had been plunged into his own memories, it was so real. But it was just a dream. A very vivid dream.
Harry heard the scuffling of socked feet on carpet as his wife rounded the corner into the kitchen.
"Harry? What are you doing out of bed at this hour?"
"I…I had a dream."
With a concerned look on her face, she said, "Oh, dear…was it a nightmare?"
"No, no, I haven't had one of those in years. It was just a very vivid dream."
"About what?"
Harry thought for a moment. "About the past."
She smiled. "Well…it's late. Come back to bed." She turned and went back to the bedroom.
"I'll be there in a sec, Ginny."
The End