A/N: For some reason, this story was way harder to write for than 'Times of changes'. But don't worry. I will do my best to finish this fic. I hope that you will like the result. Thanks to all who had reviewed this story. You give me the determination to see this story to its end. Thank you all! As always, comments and suggestions will be appreciated. 

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros. Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

What Dreams may come

Chapter 3

Memories

  Ginny landed on the ground. Behind her, the doorway disappeared as Star removed her hands from the dome. Not Ginny was truly on her own. She looked around her, trying to get her bearings. She was in some sort of round room, with five doorways spread evenly all around the room. For some reason, even though Ginny came in though the side, and had not moved even one step, she now found herself in the middle of the room, directly facing one of the doors, a sign above the room saying   'Pre-Hogwarts'. It was the only one that was open.

  "So, you want me to go there first, huh? Ok, so be it." Ginny said, before walking into the doorway. As she walked past the door, it started to move, closing off the doorway. The room was very dark, the only light coming from a silver screen set on the far end of the room. A small figure sat on the floor in front of it. As Ginny neared the figure, she saw the lightning-shaped scar on the forehead of the figure. This was Harry Potter, but not the Harry Potter that Ginny knew. This Harry couldn't be more than 10 years old.

  "Harry? Harry, can you hear me." Ginny called out to the young Harry, but Harry either did not hear her, or he was ignoring her. Ginny was about to call him again when the screen suddenly flickered and grew brighter. Something was moving inside the screen, and as Ginny stared into the screen, she forgot all about Harry and her surrounding. The only thing she saw was the images on the screen… and she saw…she saw…

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  A face… A woman's face. Warm and cheerful, yet there was a hint of worry and weariness about her. Her beautiful face was framed with reddish-gold hair, long and thick. She was singing a lullaby, her voice soft and gentle. Her green eyes was looking into mine, filled with love and a peculiar kind of determination. A feeling of safety and peace was about me, here in the arms of this woman. Mother…

  Then her face moved towards one side, and other filled his vision. This new face was familiar, very familiar. A round face, toped with a shock of thick black hair, growing all over the place. His thick glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, warm brown eyes stared into me. Father…

  Then he heard Mother spoke. "James, I have a very bad feeling tonight." Her voice was shivering, and her arms tighten around me for a moment. Then she place me into my bed and tucked the blanket around me.

  "Don't worry, Lily. Remember that we are under the Fidelius Charm. And our Secret-Keeper is our old buddy Peter. It'll be alright." Father answered him, his voice soothing.

  "But that's what I'm worried about. Peter seems so distanced nowadays. He seemed to have become a stranger." Mother cried.

  "It'll be alright." Father said again. "I trust Peter with my life." There was a hint of doubt in his voice, however.

  "We should have let Sirius be the Secret-Keeper!" Mother cried again.

  "Look Lily, we've been through this already. Sirius is the one who wanted Peter to be the Secret-Keeper. Voldemort will be sure to go after Sirius, him being my best friend and all. With Peter as the Secret-Keeper, we will be safe. No one would suspect that we would use Peter. It would be the perfect bluff." Father's voice sounded a little tired.

  "You were against it too, when Sirius first told us about it." Mother said, a little calmer.

  "Yes. But what's done is done. No point digging it all up again, is there?" Father said.

  "But…" Mother was cut off by an explosion. High-pitched laughter reached my ears. The sound of a door banging open.

  "Voldemort. He's here. But how… the Fidelius Charm…PETER!!!" Father shouted suddenly. His angry face suddenly appeared before me. A feeling of being lifted up, blanket and all. I was pushed into Mother's arms. "Lily, take Harry and go! It's Him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off…" Father's face entered my view again as he kissed my forehead, and then disappeared. Sound of him stumbling from the room. A scream. Footsteps walking towards the room. Another bang. Mother's gasp of fear. Her arms tighten around me so much, I couldn't breath for a moment.

  "Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!" Mother screamed.

  "Stand aside, you silly girl!" An evil voice said.

  "Not Harry! Please no, take me, kill me instead…"

  "Stand aside now!"

  "Not Harry! Please… have mercy…!"

  "For the last time. Stand aside!"

  "No! Not Harry…Please…I'll do anything…!"

  "If that's the way you want it. Avada Kedavra!"

  A flash of green light, lighting up the room. Falling, and hitting the floor. Pain shot through me, but I did not cry. Somehow, I knew that I cannot, I will not show weakness to this evil man.

  "Well, what shall we do with you, my little one?" the evil man said, fingering his wand. "I could keep you, or I could kill you. What shall it be, Nagini?" A hiss of a snake. "Yes… Keeping him will be troublesome. Ok, I have decided. You, Harry Potter, shall die today. Avada Kedavra!"

  Another flash of green light. A searing pain on my forehead, like a white-hot wire was pressed against my head. I could not bear the pain this time, letting out a cry of pain. However, another voice overrode mine. That evil man, he was screaming too. Then the whole house seems to blow up…

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  The screen finally returned to its first silver colour, releasing Ginny from the spell, leaving her gasping for breath.

  "Oh Harry." Ginny whispered.

  "So that's what happened." Star's voice came from behind Ginny.

  "Wha…what are you doing here? I thought you were waiting outside?" Ginny asked, surprised. She turned to face Star.

  "Oh, that?" Star gave a little laugh. "I was a little worried about you alone in his dreams, so I followed in."

  "So now what do we do? And what is that?" Ginny asked. She turned to point to the young Harry, and got a shock. Young Harry had disappeared.

  "What is what, Ginny?" Star asked, a little worried.

  "Harry was here just now. A young Harry. I don't think he was more than ten… now he's gone!" Ginny tried to explain to Star.

  "Hmm… I think I get it now, Ginny. What this dream is about." Star replied, a look of deep thought on her face.

  "What? What about this dream?" Ginny asked, puzzled.

  "Everyone's dream is different, the way they view their dreams. Some dream of the things they fear most, some of the worst time in their lives. Harry seems to dream his dream in turn, every memory from when he was a child to now…" Star answered.

  "So why can't he remember his parents?" Ginny asked. She had overheard Harry complaining that to Ron and Hermione once.

  "That was most probably because the memory of his parents were crowed out by the more recent memories. When he wakes up, he can only remember the part of his dream that was most recent." Star explained.

  "So how can I help him?" Ginny asked.

  "You must continue to look for him in his dream. He should be in one of these rooms, viewing one of his memories." Star answered.

  "But the other doors are close, and this room seems to have finished." Ginny said.

  "If Harry isn't here now, he should be in another room. I think we should go and see." Star replied.

  "Alright than." Ginny said, walking out of the room, Star following behind. As they passed the doorway, it dissolved and closed, leaving no trace that a door was ever there. Strangely, when Ginny looked around the round room again, the remaining four doors were still evenly spread around it. One of the door was open, the sign above it saying 'First Year, Hogwarts.' This time.

  "So I go though this door this time, right?" Ginny asked Star.

  "I think so…" Star answered a little doubtfully.

  "Ah well, let's go then." Ginny said, before strolling into the room.