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Chapter 36- Future in France
"Bonjour Monsieur Pottier."
Harry woke up to see himself in a rather dark room. Everything seemed cold and dark almost as though he were in a black and white world. The walls were painted a grayish color and there were few windows. Everything seemed so unfamiliar to him. All he knew was that he was lying on a bed half naked and there was a blonde woman standing over him.
"Who are you, where am I?" Harry asked.
"Why speak Anglais? That American and British language, when your tongue is here in France?" the woman asked.
"Where the hell am I?" Harry asked irritation ringing in his voice.
"La ville d'Anges, or City of Angels. Downtown Paris to be exact," the woman responded wit h a frown on her face.
"Who are you?"
"Jenese. And do I need to ask for yours?" the woman said.
Harry leaned back to into the backboard.
"Y'know the doctor said that you would be acting rather strange with strange questions making no sense at all. And I thought he was being an idiot. What is the last thing you remember Monsieur Pottier?" Jenese asked as she taking a washcloth and soaking it in water.
Harry though sealed his eyes and tried to remember. However a shock of scoring pain ran freely in his head. Harry moaned in pain but nothing seemed to stop. He could remember anything.
"Monsieur Pottier?" Jenese asked hovering back over him.
"I-I'm fine."
"Oh. Maybe you should not think. Just wait a day or two it will come back I assure you." Jenese returned to soaking the cloth and Harry saw that steam was coming from the water which stood over an oven.
"Why do it that way?" Harry asked, assuming she was trying to give him some sort of a heating pad. "Not even Hermione does it that way all you—wait. Hermione? Where's Hermione? Ron, Ginny, Remus, Tonks where are they!"
He was freaking out. How could he have forgotten them? His best friends and there was Ginny………….
"Where is she! Where is Gin—"
"I doubt alcohol is necessary at this point Monsieur Pottier. However—"
"Not Gin! Ginny! Where is Ginny Weasley?"
"Oh. Her."
"Yes her! Now where the bloody h—"
"I thought we had gotten over this Monsieur Pottier but it seems as though you need a second glance." Jenese said. She walked over to a dresser and pulled out a picture. It looked old and worn and as though someone had tried to burn it. Jenese gave him the picture.
The picture was of him, Ginny, Ron and Hermione, a rather pregnant looking Hermione. Ron had his arms around Hermione's round stomach and Harry had his arm around Ginny's.
"I don't get it this doesn't answer my—"
"This picture Monsieur Pottier was taken in August of 1999 it is now May of 2002. I'm sorry Monsieur Pottier but Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley are dead. They died during the war along with the others," Jenese said.
"Others?" Harry asked. His voice didn't seem to work properly. He almost didn't trust himself. How could he let them die?
"Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas, Creevey Brothers I think it was, Susan Bones, Patil twins……………."
Jenese let her voice die out feeling no need to continue.
"How?"
"Voldemort."
"All of them personally?"
"No. Only--- Only Miss Weasley."
Tears streamed down Harry's eyes he leaned forward. Why did this happen to him why. He was shaking all over. He wanted to kill himself. He wanted for them to live and not him. All these years he'd worried about putting them into danger, making their lives harder than they deserved. He tried to neglect himself from them, but they always came back, like true friends would. But none of this helped him now. Now they were dead.
"Why?"
" I do not know. There was a lot of evil back then. Naturally you would remember some of it. There is one thing," Jenese said.
"What?"
"It may not be true. But when you collapsed yesterday Monsieur Pottier. I took you here to heal you and a man came and gave me all the ingredients I need to nourish you back to health. With a price," Jenese said.
"Tell me. Tell me now," Harry demanded. If he were to get used to this life there would be no secrets between him and Jenese.
"He—He wanted me to tell you that your stubbornness cost you. That—That if you were to somehow fix it that you would have to visit a place."
"What place?"
"He said it was the place where dead meet the undead never the opposite. A cold place that was far from home but close to the snake's heart. Somewhere near Oakington, Cambridgeshire." Jenese said.
"Where the dead meet the undead and never the opposite," Harry hissed to himself. He repeated mentally in his mind. Over and Over. He was sure to visit this place once he was well.
"Perhaps you should take a rest we don't want any strange activity being spotted by a bystander," Jenese said placing the heated towel over his head.
"Why not?"
"Oh tell me you remember the most important thing, Monsieur Pottier?"
"What?"
"The war is still going on." Blackness covered Harry as he fell into a deep sleep.
The Harry's body began to shake violently as though he was experiencing a unforgivable. Yet there was neither pain nor agony. Only a soft voice.
"Harry?"
Harry looked up to see Ginny. Her red hair was falling over her face and she looked as though she had gotten no sleep.
"Ginny. You're alive," Harry said. He was drenched in sweat and was breathing harder by the second.
"Of course I am. We were worried about you. After you blacked out," Ginny said sitting on his bed.
"Blacked out?"
"Yes. When Remus woke you took one good look at him and fell to the floor," Ginny said. "If you hadn't woken sooner we would have thought you were dead."
I'm back at the Lunar, Harry thought. Jenese, the deaths, France it was all a dream. None of it was real.
However dreams have messages Monsieur Pottier.
Harry looked around for the second voice but did not find it.
"Harry are you alright?" Ginny asked. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. "
"As usual," Ginny snapped with a frown. She stood to leave. "Good night Harry. "
"Ginny wait!" Harry called out. "Stay."
She raised an eyebrow. "I probably shouldn't. The almighty Mr. Potter want to figure out his own problems so I'm going to let him do it."
"But the almighty Mr. Potter needs the help of the gorgeous Ginvera Weasley," Harry responded grinning at her.
After awhile Ginny smiled back. "Alright. I guess Mum can kill us both in the morning."
She snuggled in with Harry on his bed and he leaned back to fall to sleep.
Thank Merlin. Only a dream. None of it was real.
Alas, but dreams have messages Monsieur Pottier. Messages. I say. SP
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