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Chapter 13: It was only a dream…right?
"Ron, Hermione, Karista, I think you should all return to your common room," Dumbledore said.
It's all a dream, right? Harry thought to himself. I know it is because there is no way of bringing back the dead, right?
Eventually his head returned to normal as he heard the shuffling of footsteps.
"Harry…Harry, are you alright?" Sirius asked, sounding simply delighted.
"Sirius, I had the strangest dream ever," Harry griped. It was only a dream.
"Tell us," Remus answered, giggling merrily.
"I had a dream…no matter how impossible it may seem…that my father came back," Harry now opened his eyes and was surprised to find that he was upset that it wasn't real.
"Who said it was a dream?" Sirius chortled pulling someone into focus. James. Harry stared at his reflection. Although he was older and a bit more tired looking, there was no mistaking that this was James Potter. The James Potter. His father.
"Dad," Harry gasped as he pulled his father towards him. He could feel James' irregular heart beat through his quidditch robes. "This is only a dream, right?"
"No," James answered back. His father sounded just like him, although a bit deeper. Harry could feel the tears slowly rolling down his cheek as his father tightened hold around him.
"I…I thought y-you were…" Harry sobbed as he pulled away from his father.
"I'm not. I can assure you that much," James choked as he wiped his eyes.
"He is here, Harry. We are all seeing him now," Dumbledore smiled.
"How?"
McGonagall and Dumbledore shifted uneasily yet kept looks of joy on their faces.
"Think of it as a miracle, Harry," Sirius whispered. Harry knew he was probably not going to get any answers from anyone at the moment, but he didn't want any. He looked once again at his father and felt himself blush slightly.
"I think that the Gryffindor common room awaits your entry, Harry. After all, once again you are the hero of Quidditch," Sirius cooed, standing from the floor. He extended his hand and pulled up James and reached down again to pull up Harry.
"Where's Karista, Ron and Hermione?" Harry asked. He was almost positive that they were here when he had entered.
"Oh…I sent them up to their party," Dumbledore answered, crossing the room towards the door.
"Okay," Harry squeaked. The party made their way out into the entrance hall, Harry and James bringing up the rear.
***
Karista sat up in the dormitory that night reflecting over the day's events. Remembering how Harry had fainted when he saw his father, how he looked when he came into the common room and the party that had ensued. She was happy. At least happier than she had ever been. She glanced at the clock and noticed that it was almost one in the morning.
"Typical," she sighed, rolling over onto her stomach and punching her pillow out of frustration. She was scared to fall asleep and had been since the bloodstone potion of her fifth year. "If only the nightmares would stop."
She didn't notice the creaking of the dormitory door and the soft padding of feet across the floor like she usually did (Ron's usual 'sleep walking').
"Karista," Harry whispered, causing her to jump a foot off her bed.
"Jesus Harry! You scared the life out of me!"
She could see Harry blush as he crawled onto her bed.
"Too much excitement tonight," Harry grinned through the moonlight glinting from the sky in the poster above her head. "Way too much."
Karista patted his head and rested her own down on the pillow.
"Words cannot express how happy I am for you right now, Harry," Karista cooed as she gently brushed the hair off of Harry's forehead to reveal his lightning-bolt scar.
"The real reason I cannot sleep is because I am afraid that when I wake up, I will never see him again," Harry said softly, adjusting his glasses.
"Harry, I can assure you that nothing will happen to him. At least, as long as I'm around."
Harry smiled at Karista as he kissed her gently on her lips.
That's the way to please your girlfriend, Harry Potter, Karista thought to herself as her eyelids became heavier than usual. Finally, she drifted off into a deep sleep, Harry by her side.
Chapter 13: It was only a dream…right?
"Ron, Hermione, Karista, I think you should all return to your common room," Dumbledore said.
It's all a dream, right? Harry thought to himself. I know it is because there is no way of bringing back the dead, right?
Eventually his head returned to normal as he heard the shuffling of footsteps.
"Harry…Harry, are you alright?" Sirius asked, sounding simply delighted.
"Sirius, I had the strangest dream ever," Harry griped. It was only a dream.
"Tell us," Remus answered, giggling merrily.
"I had a dream…no matter how impossible it may seem…that my father came back," Harry now opened his eyes and was surprised to find that he was upset that it wasn't real.
"Who said it was a dream?" Sirius chortled pulling someone into focus. James. Harry stared at his reflection. Although he was older and a bit more tired looking, there was no mistaking that this was James Potter. The James Potter. His father.
"Dad," Harry gasped as he pulled his father towards him. He could feel James' irregular heart beat through his quidditch robes. "This is only a dream, right?"
"No," James answered back. His father sounded just like him, although a bit deeper. Harry could feel the tears slowly rolling down his cheek as his father tightened hold around him.
"I…I thought y-you were…" Harry sobbed as he pulled away from his father.
"I'm not. I can assure you that much," James choked as he wiped his eyes.
"He is here, Harry. We are all seeing him now," Dumbledore smiled.
"How?"
McGonagall and Dumbledore shifted uneasily yet kept looks of joy on their faces.
"Think of it as a miracle, Harry," Sirius whispered. Harry knew he was probably not going to get any answers from anyone at the moment, but he didn't want any. He looked once again at his father and felt himself blush slightly.
"I think that the Gryffindor common room awaits your entry, Harry. After all, once again you are the hero of Quidditch," Sirius cooed, standing from the floor. He extended his hand and pulled up James and reached down again to pull up Harry.
"Where's Karista, Ron and Hermione?" Harry asked. He was almost positive that they were here when he had entered.
"Oh…I sent them up to their party," Dumbledore answered, crossing the room towards the door.
"Okay," Harry squeaked. The party made their way out into the entrance hall, Harry and James bringing up the rear.
***
Karista sat up in the dormitory that night reflecting over the day's events. Remembering how Harry had fainted when he saw his father, how he looked when he came into the common room and the party that had ensued. She was happy. At least happier than she had ever been. She glanced at the clock and noticed that it was almost one in the morning.
"Typical," she sighed, rolling over onto her stomach and punching her pillow out of frustration. She was scared to fall asleep and had been since the bloodstone potion of her fifth year. "If only the nightmares would stop."
She didn't notice the creaking of the dormitory door and the soft padding of feet across the floor like she usually did (Ron's usual 'sleep walking').
"Karista," Harry whispered, causing her to jump a foot off her bed.
"Jesus Harry! You scared the life out of me!"
She could see Harry blush as he crawled onto her bed.
"Too much excitement tonight," Harry grinned through the moonlight glinting from the sky in the poster above her head. "Way too much."
Karista patted his head and rested her own down on the pillow.
"Words cannot express how happy I am for you right now, Harry," Karista cooed as she gently brushed the hair off of Harry's forehead to reveal his lightning-bolt scar.
"The real reason I cannot sleep is because I am afraid that when I wake up, I will never see him again," Harry said softly, adjusting his glasses.
"Harry, I can assure you that nothing will happen to him. At least, as long as I'm around."
Harry smiled at Karista as he kissed her gently on her lips.
That's the way to please your girlfriend, Harry Potter, Karista thought to herself as her eyelids became heavier than usual. Finally, she drifted off into a deep sleep, Harry by her side.
