A/N: Short, and probably not that sweet.
Chapter 7- The Dream
I sat bolt upright in bed. I was sweating, and my mouth was open in a silent scream. I pulled the covers off and ran to Ron's room.
I walked over to Harry's bed and said, "Wake up, Harry." I whispered. I was really scared, and you could tell by the sound of my voice. He must have noticed, because he woke up immediately.
"What's wrong?" he asked concerned. He sat up to face me, and even though it was dark, I could sense his tenseness.
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A/N: Is 'tenseness' a word? M. Word said it was...I think...
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"I had a dream," I told him. "About Voldemort. He came up to our house, and took everything. Then you and me and Ron went downstairs, and killed you." My eyes were starting to tear up. "He said that he could finally kill you, because we were there. But then Hermione came down, and she was really scared because she heard someone yelling. So he killed her too. There was blood everywhere, and then he killed Ron, and he was all mutilated and bloody. Oh, Harry!" I started to cry. I leaned into his shoulder and cried.
"Shh, it's okay, Ginny. I'm right here, and Ron's here too. It's okay, Gin. It's okay." He hugged me and comforted me. We heard a stir in Ron's bed.
"Harry, who is it?" He asked sleepily.
"Its Ginny. She had a bad dream, that's all. Go back to sleep." Thirty seconds later, we heard snoring that told us Ron had gone back to dream land.
"Come here," Harry said. "Come on and lay with me for a while." I nodded. He helped me into his bed and held me close to him.
"I was so scared, Harry."
"I know. Every thing about him scares me. Why didn't you say You-Know-Who instead? I thought every one in your family said that."
"I do, but only when mum and dad are around. I think it's just ridiculous, calling him You-Know-Who. I mean, what if you were talking to a friend about some one else and said You-Know-Who, then your friend would think your talking about Voldemort. Do you ever get lonely with out your mum and dad?"
"All the time, but I have friends, and your mum is like my own mum. I don't think your dad considers me a son, but I consider him my father. It's not the same thing, but it's close enough. I have seen my mum and dad before, in my photo book and in the Mirror of Erised. As crazy as this may seem, I still talk to them. They can't answer me, but they can listen. And I can always talk to the Fat Lady or Dumbledore. Sirius, too." He added as an afterthought.
"Sirius Black?" I asked stunned. "Why would you need to talk to that murderer?" I said that like it was a poison.
"Did Ron not tell you? Oh well, I guess if your going to be my girlfriend, and my friend, I'd have to tell you sooner or later. I can trust you, right?" I nodded. "Good. Okay, see, in my third year, when Sirius was after me, we found our way into the Shrieking Shack. You go into the Whomping Willow's roots, and there's a tunnel that leads you to it. Lupin came, and Peter Pettigrew was there. He was an animagus, and could turn into a rat."
"Scabbers," we said in unison, although his voice was more telling, and mine was a mere whisper of awe.
"So it turned out that Sirius had been looking for Pettigrew, not me. Sirius is an animagus too. Lupin and him told us that Pettigrew had been my parent's secret keeper. That means if he told Voldemort where my parents were living, he would find them, of course. But if he never told anyone, then my parents were safe in hiding.
"Pettigrew told Voldemort, because he was a spy. Sirius thought it was his own entire fault because he told my mum and dad to choose Pettigrew instead of him. He thought Voldemort would go for him first, not a small balding little man. So when Sirius went to look for Peter when my parents died, Pettigrew chopped off his finger, and blew the street up with is wand behind his back. After that, Sirius went to Azkaban, and that's about it. He's been in hiding since my third year. Four whole years."
"I understand that, Harry, but what does all that have to do with you?"
"Oh, right. Sirius is my godfather."
"Oh. Do you ever see him?"
"Not often. I saw him last year when we played for house cup in Quidditch."
"Oh."
"What do you mean, Oh?"
"What? Oh, nothing. Just…thinking. That's all."
"About what?"
"About us. Harry, what are we going to do? I mean, at Hogwarts we'll be separated all the time. Well, maybe not all the time, but most of it. We can be on the train together, but that's only one day. When we get to Hogwarts…Ron and Hermione can do everything together because they are in the same year, and they have most of their classes together. But us? We are in different years, and we don't have any classes together. If by some miracle our classes or something would be together…but I know that that's impossible."
* Miracle it is, little darlin'…hehe… *
"Nothing's impossible, Gin. You just have to wish with all of your heart. Some things you can't get to, those are the impossible ones, but when you finally get to them in the end, there's no where else you'd rather be." He had a glazed look on his eyes.
"I know, Harry, I know. I know that you miss your mum and dad, and I know that you love Quidditch. You have Hermione and Ron, and you have me. Don't forget, Fred and George are always willing to play a joke on you too." He smiled and pulled me closer.
"I never want to let you go, Ginny Weasley."
"I never want you to. Hey Harry, do you even know my real name?"
"Well, I never really thought about it. Why?"
"Just wondering. Is your real name Harry or is it something like Harold?"
"This is strange, but its just Harry. That's it. Harry James Potter. Green eyed, messy haired Harry James Potter." He smiled wider.
I laughed and mussed his hair.
"You really do have messy hair. I like it. It's like mine. You can't tame it, and if you could, it probably wouldn't look that good anyway." He laughed.
"Probably right. So what is your real name?"
"Virginia."
"I meant the whole thing."
"Oh. Virginia Elizabeth Weasley. But don't you dare go around calling me Virginia or I'll kick your ass. Okay?" I fluttered my eyelashes and gave him a sappy smile.
"Language, language, Virginia." I raised a fist. "Okay, I promise. On my honor." He raised his right hand and made a solemn face. I laughed this time.
"You don't have any honor!" I cried, and rolled off the bed with a loud THUMP.
Harry laughed even harder. "Are you okay?" He gasped in between laughs.
"I'm fine you goose." I got a kiss from him, but he was laughing so it kind of tickled. That made me laugh even harder than him.
"Okay, okay, we have to calm down, Gin," He finally spit out. "We don't want to wake anybody up." We were both still smiling. He looked so handsome when he smiled. His messy hair was uncombed and unusually messy. His green eyes were full of laughter, and his cheeks were slightly pink.
If there was one thing I've never noticed before, it would be his laugh. I hadn't heard him laugh in a long time. It was a low laugh, not hollow, but low and full.
"What are you staring at, Virginia?" He asked.
"Don't call me that!" I threw a pillow at him. He pretended to look shocked.
"How dare you throw a pillow at Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived!"
"Oh, I didn't. I threw it at Harry Potter, the Boy Who Was Killed by Ginny Weasley!" I threw another pillow. It hit him square in the face.
He jumped off of the bed and pinned me on the floor. I tried to move, but I couldn't.
"Do you know how green your eyes are?" I asked.
"Don't change the subject, Gin, I'm not letting you go."
"If someone walked in here, do you know how wrong this would look?"
"If you kiss me, I'll let you go."
"Is that it?"
"Yup."
So I kissed him. "Can I get up now?" He got up and went back into bed. "Well, that was eventful. Are you going to go back to bed now?"
"I'd better. I'm just afraid to go back in there. It's just too scary."
"Then stay in here."
"Where would I sleep?"
He got up and went to the closet. He pulled out some sheets and a comforter and made a bed on the floor.
"You can have my bed."
* Wow, so he really does have a heart. *
"Are you sure? I don't want you to be cold or anything down there."
"No, it's okay. I'll be fine. I've slept in a cupboard before, remember? This is a piece of cake, and it's only for one night."
"Okay. Goodnight then, Harry." I gave him a kiss goodnight and went to bed.
A/N: Does anyone want any more macaroni to go with that cheese? Review!
Chapter 7- The Dream
I sat bolt upright in bed. I was sweating, and my mouth was open in a silent scream. I pulled the covers off and ran to Ron's room.
I walked over to Harry's bed and said, "Wake up, Harry." I whispered. I was really scared, and you could tell by the sound of my voice. He must have noticed, because he woke up immediately.
"What's wrong?" he asked concerned. He sat up to face me, and even though it was dark, I could sense his tenseness.
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A/N: Is 'tenseness' a word? M. Word said it was...I think...
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"I had a dream," I told him. "About Voldemort. He came up to our house, and took everything. Then you and me and Ron went downstairs, and killed you." My eyes were starting to tear up. "He said that he could finally kill you, because we were there. But then Hermione came down, and she was really scared because she heard someone yelling. So he killed her too. There was blood everywhere, and then he killed Ron, and he was all mutilated and bloody. Oh, Harry!" I started to cry. I leaned into his shoulder and cried.
"Shh, it's okay, Ginny. I'm right here, and Ron's here too. It's okay, Gin. It's okay." He hugged me and comforted me. We heard a stir in Ron's bed.
"Harry, who is it?" He asked sleepily.
"Its Ginny. She had a bad dream, that's all. Go back to sleep." Thirty seconds later, we heard snoring that told us Ron had gone back to dream land.
"Come here," Harry said. "Come on and lay with me for a while." I nodded. He helped me into his bed and held me close to him.
"I was so scared, Harry."
"I know. Every thing about him scares me. Why didn't you say You-Know-Who instead? I thought every one in your family said that."
"I do, but only when mum and dad are around. I think it's just ridiculous, calling him You-Know-Who. I mean, what if you were talking to a friend about some one else and said You-Know-Who, then your friend would think your talking about Voldemort. Do you ever get lonely with out your mum and dad?"
"All the time, but I have friends, and your mum is like my own mum. I don't think your dad considers me a son, but I consider him my father. It's not the same thing, but it's close enough. I have seen my mum and dad before, in my photo book and in the Mirror of Erised. As crazy as this may seem, I still talk to them. They can't answer me, but they can listen. And I can always talk to the Fat Lady or Dumbledore. Sirius, too." He added as an afterthought.
"Sirius Black?" I asked stunned. "Why would you need to talk to that murderer?" I said that like it was a poison.
"Did Ron not tell you? Oh well, I guess if your going to be my girlfriend, and my friend, I'd have to tell you sooner or later. I can trust you, right?" I nodded. "Good. Okay, see, in my third year, when Sirius was after me, we found our way into the Shrieking Shack. You go into the Whomping Willow's roots, and there's a tunnel that leads you to it. Lupin came, and Peter Pettigrew was there. He was an animagus, and could turn into a rat."
"Scabbers," we said in unison, although his voice was more telling, and mine was a mere whisper of awe.
"So it turned out that Sirius had been looking for Pettigrew, not me. Sirius is an animagus too. Lupin and him told us that Pettigrew had been my parent's secret keeper. That means if he told Voldemort where my parents were living, he would find them, of course. But if he never told anyone, then my parents were safe in hiding.
"Pettigrew told Voldemort, because he was a spy. Sirius thought it was his own entire fault because he told my mum and dad to choose Pettigrew instead of him. He thought Voldemort would go for him first, not a small balding little man. So when Sirius went to look for Peter when my parents died, Pettigrew chopped off his finger, and blew the street up with is wand behind his back. After that, Sirius went to Azkaban, and that's about it. He's been in hiding since my third year. Four whole years."
"I understand that, Harry, but what does all that have to do with you?"
"Oh, right. Sirius is my godfather."
"Oh. Do you ever see him?"
"Not often. I saw him last year when we played for house cup in Quidditch."
"Oh."
"What do you mean, Oh?"
"What? Oh, nothing. Just…thinking. That's all."
"About what?"
"About us. Harry, what are we going to do? I mean, at Hogwarts we'll be separated all the time. Well, maybe not all the time, but most of it. We can be on the train together, but that's only one day. When we get to Hogwarts…Ron and Hermione can do everything together because they are in the same year, and they have most of their classes together. But us? We are in different years, and we don't have any classes together. If by some miracle our classes or something would be together…but I know that that's impossible."
* Miracle it is, little darlin'…hehe… *
"Nothing's impossible, Gin. You just have to wish with all of your heart. Some things you can't get to, those are the impossible ones, but when you finally get to them in the end, there's no where else you'd rather be." He had a glazed look on his eyes.
"I know, Harry, I know. I know that you miss your mum and dad, and I know that you love Quidditch. You have Hermione and Ron, and you have me. Don't forget, Fred and George are always willing to play a joke on you too." He smiled and pulled me closer.
"I never want to let you go, Ginny Weasley."
"I never want you to. Hey Harry, do you even know my real name?"
"Well, I never really thought about it. Why?"
"Just wondering. Is your real name Harry or is it something like Harold?"
"This is strange, but its just Harry. That's it. Harry James Potter. Green eyed, messy haired Harry James Potter." He smiled wider.
I laughed and mussed his hair.
"You really do have messy hair. I like it. It's like mine. You can't tame it, and if you could, it probably wouldn't look that good anyway." He laughed.
"Probably right. So what is your real name?"
"Virginia."
"I meant the whole thing."
"Oh. Virginia Elizabeth Weasley. But don't you dare go around calling me Virginia or I'll kick your ass. Okay?" I fluttered my eyelashes and gave him a sappy smile.
"Language, language, Virginia." I raised a fist. "Okay, I promise. On my honor." He raised his right hand and made a solemn face. I laughed this time.
"You don't have any honor!" I cried, and rolled off the bed with a loud THUMP.
Harry laughed even harder. "Are you okay?" He gasped in between laughs.
"I'm fine you goose." I got a kiss from him, but he was laughing so it kind of tickled. That made me laugh even harder than him.
"Okay, okay, we have to calm down, Gin," He finally spit out. "We don't want to wake anybody up." We were both still smiling. He looked so handsome when he smiled. His messy hair was uncombed and unusually messy. His green eyes were full of laughter, and his cheeks were slightly pink.
If there was one thing I've never noticed before, it would be his laugh. I hadn't heard him laugh in a long time. It was a low laugh, not hollow, but low and full.
"What are you staring at, Virginia?" He asked.
"Don't call me that!" I threw a pillow at him. He pretended to look shocked.
"How dare you throw a pillow at Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived!"
"Oh, I didn't. I threw it at Harry Potter, the Boy Who Was Killed by Ginny Weasley!" I threw another pillow. It hit him square in the face.
He jumped off of the bed and pinned me on the floor. I tried to move, but I couldn't.
"Do you know how green your eyes are?" I asked.
"Don't change the subject, Gin, I'm not letting you go."
"If someone walked in here, do you know how wrong this would look?"
"If you kiss me, I'll let you go."
"Is that it?"
"Yup."
So I kissed him. "Can I get up now?" He got up and went back into bed. "Well, that was eventful. Are you going to go back to bed now?"
"I'd better. I'm just afraid to go back in there. It's just too scary."
"Then stay in here."
"Where would I sleep?"
He got up and went to the closet. He pulled out some sheets and a comforter and made a bed on the floor.
"You can have my bed."
* Wow, so he really does have a heart. *
"Are you sure? I don't want you to be cold or anything down there."
"No, it's okay. I'll be fine. I've slept in a cupboard before, remember? This is a piece of cake, and it's only for one night."
"Okay. Goodnight then, Harry." I gave him a kiss goodnight and went to bed.
A/N: Does anyone want any more macaroni to go with that cheese? Review!