Author's Notes: Nothing really to say...oh, except I know I said this chapter would be dark, but it's not dark as such...darker than the last few chapters, certainly...it gets darker, especially when ****----censored---- ****. Sorry.

Disclaimer: See part one.

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It was the middle of the night, and Harry was writhing on his bed in the guestroom that had been prepared for them. He didn't scream - he had managed to train himself not to scream many years ago at Hogwarts - but he whimpered, and batted away invisible hands that reached for him in the darkness.

The spirits of his parents watched anxiously, but they had no influence over the dreamworlds, and so could do nothing.

Nathalie, in the bed near to Harry's, awoke suddenly. She stared into the darkness for a moment, then sat up and looked over at her father. She bit her lip anxiously. James moved over to her.

"He's having a nightmare," he told her in a hushed voice. "Don't worry, he'll be alright." He hesitated. "Do you want me to fetch Rachel?"

"No," Nathalie said in a small voice after a long moment. "No, it's okay. I'm fine." She slid out of her bed and padded across the thick carpet. "Maybe I should..."

"I wouldn't try to wake him, love," Lily said quickly. "You might...you might get pulled into the dream. I don't know...maybe we should fetch Rachel."

"Why not fetch Daddy?" Nathalie asked quietly, looking up at her grandmother.

James and Lily exchanged meaningful glances.

"I don't think Papa and Daddy are close enough for Daddy to be able to pull your Papa from his dream," James ventured after a moment. "It could be...dangerous, even more dangerous than if you tried to wake him up, Nathalie."

"Something has to be done," Nathalie said resolutely. "He's hurting." She frowned at her father as smoky hands waved in and out of existence around him. Then her eyes widened fractionally. "The Others are trying to get him again," she realised. "Grandmamma..."

"It's alright, love," Lily soothed. "He'll be alright." Her eyes had filled with fear, but Nathalie didn't notice.

"I'm going to get Daddy," Nathalie declared then. "I...I don't know where he is." Her grandparents looked at each other again. "Will you - grandmamma, will you come with me?"

"No, I will," James murmured. "I know the school better, even if we're both dead - and I know where Draco's rooms are." He held out a hand to Nathalie, and she clasped it, the spirit corporeal only to her, and they hurried from the room.

Lily gazed at her son. "They won't get you," she breathed. "I swear it."

Fifteen minutes later, Nathalie and James reached Draco's rooms, hidden away in one of the towers. Nathalie pulled out her new wand and tried the spell that her father had taught her: "*Alohomora*!"

It didn't work, and she stamped her foot in frustration,

"Knock," James said urgently. "They're getting to him." Nathalie raised her fist and banged on the door as hard as she could. It only took a moment for the door to swing open. Draco peered down at her.

"Nathalie, what -" he started, but she shook her head.

"Papa - he's having a nightmare - and the Others are trying to get him again, and I can't wake him up, grandmamma told me not to, and I don't know what to do!"

Draco disappeared for a moment, then reappeared, a robe hastily shoved over his pyjamas. "Come on," he said quickly. "Take me to him."

With Draco leading her, it took only a few minutes for them to return to Harry's guestrooms. Nathalie had forgotten to close the door, but she closed it behind her now as Draco almost flew into the bedroom to Harry's bed.

James appeared next to Lily just as Nathalie sat on her own bed, the end of her black plait firmly in her mouth. They all watched anxiously as Draco tried to awaken Harry, who was now mumbling half-words that made no sense. Nathalie looked down at her hands, gripping the blanket so hard that her knuckles were white.

Draco looked up at her, his face pale. "Does this happen often, Nathalie?" he demanded. She shook her head.

"It's the Others," she explained. "They're trying to get him, because he -" She closed her mouth abruptly.

"Because he what?" Draco said urgently. She looked at him, her eyes wide. "Nathalie, please, if it will help Harry..."

"I can't say," she cried. "I can't, I promised that I wouldn't, I can't!" She buried her face in her pillow, trying to muffle out the sounds of her father's nightmare...only she knew it wasn't really a nightmare, because it was being caused by the Others - only the Others weren't allowed to do this...

She lifted her head from her pillow, concentrated, and murmured the same words Harry had spoken earlier. James and Lily became visible to Draco, but he barely spared them a glance.

"I think I know what to do," Nathalie announced. "Grandpapa, I'm going into the land of the spirits. When I'm there, I want you to take me to the Creators."

James shook his head. "No, Nathalie, no way. You're not allowed into the land of the spirits without Harry, for one thing, and for another, the Creators wouldn't see you anyway! You may be a Necromancer, but you're also a nine year-old little girl."

"And besides that, it's far too dangerous, with the Others doing what they're doing at the moment," Lily added.

"But my father is going to die if I don't help him!" Nathalie flared. She looked at Draco, who was watching the exchange with an odd expression on his face. "Daddy, I have to do this."

"Do what, exactly?" he demanded. James and Lily shared a glance. "Well, whatever it is, if it will help Harry..."

"It might kill Nathalie, and it might not help Harry," Lily explained to him. "Are you willing to take that chance?" Draco looked down. "I thought not."

"It's not your decision," Nathalie told her grandparents sternly. "You're not the ones who can help him - you *know* the Creators won't listen to you. They never listen to spirits."

"The Creators aren't listening to anyone at the moment," James tried to explain to her, but she shook her head. "Can't you at least let Rachel go?"

"They'll listen to me," she claimed, ignoring her grandfather's words about Rachel. She looked over at her father...at both of her parents. "I'll see you when I get back, Daddy," she said firmly. Then she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and disappeared. James and Lily disappeared with her - the spell she had worked to make them visible only worked as long as she was there. Alone with Harry, Draco bit his lip.

"You bloody bastard," he muttered. "If you don't wake up and explain things to me, I'll never forgive you."

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To be continued.