Harry saw Sirius chasing Morgana Evans. He tried to help his godfather and pointed his wand at the witch. The lightnings came from the heaven. He did it. The monster cried and silence followed.

Ginny's leg was touching Harry's when he woke up. He had her come to his room MacGonagall set for the new DADA teacher. Stroking her shoulder softly, he tried to review his dream and what he had experienced those days. He wondered if Sirius had been still wandering between the border to the heaven and this mortal world. His godfather might want to send a message to him through his dream. The lightning part, he guessed his desire just appeared in the dream. The monster might be Morgana Evans or the aggressive dragon. The figure was now blurry.

Then he remembered his visit the Slytherin CR. Malfoy had a crush on him, Zabini said. It might be not true or ...considering over how Malfoy conjured his patronus, if Parkinson were right, it could be true. He thought he should have made sure Malfoy's true feeling. Without knowing, he muttered,

'Malfoy has a crush on me? No way.'

Ginny stirred and answered, 'I thought so,' and she turned her face to him. Her eyes were still closed.

'What?' He waited until her eyes were open.

She opened her eyes and stretched and yawned. He noted her fine curves and smoothness of her skin. Without his question around Malfoy, he might have followed his need, pulled her closer. Instead, he told her what he heard at the Slytherin CR.

'His countless teasings,' Ginny sat up, her brilliant red hair was cascading over her shoulders. 'made me guess he had a feeling for you. I suspected that you might notice his crush when you were obsessed about stalking him two years ago. But I was wrong. Your magic, the curse, Snape's horrible potion book, you hated Malfoy uncontrollably.'

'I hate his Pure Blood perspective, blood class descrimination. They always care only their money, they behave as if they are special. Their posh life stands on the descrimination. They are not special at all. Their houses are painted by false things and intangible arrogance. But...'

'You feel pity for Malfoy, don't you?'

'Yes, I do. In his situation, Voldemort's threat was too heavy on his shoulders. I think he lied when his parents asked him if the boy hit by Stinging Jinx was me.'

Harry wondered why Malfoy pretended he couldn't tell about Harry's true identity after Harry was captured with Ron and Hermione. Malfoy might have a feeling of being love. Still... 'Can't be.' He mumbled. A sense of rage came back remembering Malfoy's stupid fake dementor in his third year.

'I understand, Harry. He hated you because he envied your status as a hero who defeated the Dark Lord the Slytherins had admired so much. He must have wanted to be your best mate instead of my brother. Then you didn't abandon him and saved him from Fiendfyre, when he was aware of a sort of true feeling towards you, Harry.'

He heaved a big sigh. 'But, I can't be even his friend, let alone his boyfriend.'

'Then, love him as a student. You are his DADA teacher.' Her hand smoothed over his unruly hair and she planted a kiss on his forehead, 'And you are my DADA teacher...' she planted another.

Pleasing sensation spread through his head to toe. 'You are generous towards him, Ginny. I thought you hated him, too.'

'I did. I won't forgive what his father did to my father and my family forever. I won't forgive Lucius Malfoy who put the...' she paused and grimaced with her bitter memory, 'cursed diary. I don't think his imprisonment for two years is enough. He was lucky to have his wife who saved Harry Potter.'

'Thanks to his wife's wit, of course her motive was selfish, too protective mother's love towards her son,' he felt overwhelmed by his own memory, the ghosts of Lupin, his parents and...Sirius in the forbidden forest, 'I could survive. Alright, I'll try to be his friend as a teacher.'

Charlie's lesson had developed after Hermione shot an array of questions. Harry was excited to hear the name, Evans as one of the ancient dragon tamers in Wales during the middle ages. Harry wondered how many old books Charlie checked to prepare for the lesson.

'Blimey, he teaches the middle ages history?' A familiar voice said near him.

Harry grinned wide to see his ginger head best mate standing at the entrance of the classroom.

'Hi, Harry. I wasn't worried about you at all, but I was afraid of being laughed at as the awkward dragon teacher's brother.' He smiled but soon he got serious when Hermione turned her face to him and her eyes reprimanded him. 'I... eh...came here to ...do research about Morgana Evans.'

Harry chuckled and went out of the room to the hallway after Ron.

Ron pulled out a discolored piece of newspaper. Unfolding it, he said, 'I found her trick, Harry. She is a monster. Her soul is evil. Poor Aisling Evans was sucked her soul or her soul was destroyed by a sort of an alien. I must affirm the alien is Morgana Evans.'

'Hermione assumes she must be Merlin's nemesis who came back from the underworld. I think she is right. I have had the same dream. Sirius chases her.'

'What? Sirius is dead, Harry. We saw him hit by Lestrange's curse, the Killing Curse.' Ron stared at Harry with his worried look.

'I know. But I feel him in my dream. I wish I could find a way to contact him.' An idea occurred to him. 'There must be books about communication with the spirits in the underworld.'

'Yeah, I think so, but, Harry, you shouldn't think Sirius is still alive. Let's go and visit the library together, mate.' Ron patted Harry on the shoulder.