A/N- I'm drawing toward the end,, and though it may seem like I mentioned a lot of useless things, I will tie them in to the end,. Only eight more chapters to go, hahah and I thought I was going to finish this by June. Oh, and remember this story is still rated PG-13 so just realize that nothing of that sort happens . . in this story . . Going back and looking at my other chapters they all seem short and bunched together, so Im upping my minimum to 2000 words and Im double spacing each chapte, hope it looks better.

Chapter 21- Awakenings

Harry was running, where, he did not know, why he did not know, but he was running as fast as he could. Ahead of him he could see them. All of them. He did not know who 'them' was, but nevertheless. They were calling his name, screaming, screaming, SCREAMING,

"Harry!"

Harry Potter sat up quickly in his bed. The Dream Team Room was light, and yet not deserted. Fleur Delacour was lying asleep on a couch. Ron was sitting on a chair, sleep with Hermione on his lap. Ginny Weasley and Gabrielle Delacour were in a bed together, both asleep. Harry stood up, careful not to wake anyone and started to change out of his clothes while he still could. He could only remember so much of the previous day. Voldemort, Fleur, Hogsmeade, muggle army. What was all this leading up to! Harry pulled his pajama pants off and pulled on a pair of jeans,

"Ohh, a peep show." A muffled voice said from the sofa. Harry spun around quickly to see Fleur moving to an upright position.

"How long have you been awake?" he asked quickly, eyeing her strangely. She giggled a bit,

"A few seconds, how are you feeling?" She asked somewhat cautiously. Harry shook his head vigorously for a moment,

"Fine, So is every one still wondering about what happened yesterday?" He asked, wondering how much of the student body knew.

"Harry, you've been out for three weeks." She said slowly, "It's holiday vacation."

This new turn of events perturbed Harry, it had been the first week of December when he went to Hogsmeade. He had been out for three weeks!

"What happened, I mean what all happened that day, I can barely remember it.?"

Fleur shivered as if she didn't want to think about it. It had been a rough day for her too.

Well, Me, you Ron and Hermione had went up to Hogsmeade, for a day out." She blushed, obviously thinking the word 'date'. " So we went up there and You-Know-Who had a lot of Brainwashed muggle kids destroying everything. Then he tried to hit Ron with the Crucio curse, and sent them two," She pointed at the sleeping lovebirds, " back to the castle to get Dumbledore. you two fought, and he tried to do something to me, but suddenly, it was like a blur. You moved the spell back toward him, and he went wild and disappeared. Then Dumbledore came and questioned us on what happened. You were brought here, and Madam Pomfrey said you had drained all of your magical energy. There was nothing she could do to save you, all you could do was rest." This turn if events shook Harry slightly, but it all came back to him. Harry slowly stumbled to the bed and laid down, Fleur standing over him

"Aren't you gonna take a seat?" he asked. She sat on the bed, in-between the little indentation of his stomach when he curled up into a semi-fetal position.

"I'm sorry all this had to happen to you Fleur." Harry grimaced. She twiddled her fingers and looked expectantly down at the ground for a moment, not sure what exactly to say. Fleur laid down next to Harry and turned to face him.

She kissed him with a passion and vigor that reminded Harry of their first kiss, and replied softly,

"It's okay Harry, it's worth it to be with you." Before Harry realized it he was asleep, staring into the face of a beautiful young woman, lucky him.

"You think they . . ?" Harry heard Ron's voice but didn't move. Hermione's voice was next,

"Well no, but they do have on different clothes, and Harry's moved positions."

"Or maybe they just fell asleep together." Harry said in a normal voice.

"Yes well maybe they did, but still they. . . .HARRY!" Hermione yelled. She practically jumped on him. The bouncing bed made Fleur wake up, rubbing her eyes gingerly. She looked up as the sun poured through the window, shining a glistening light upon Ginny and Gabrielle, oblivious to the commotion and lying asleep next to eachother. Harry watched as the sun gleamed off of the emerald necklace Fleur had been wearing, it was the same one he'd gotten her in Paris.

Harry sat up and gently pushed Hermione off.

"So, how are you two?" He asked. They fervently nodded and went back to bombarding him with questions on how he felt.

"I'll go get Dumbledore." Fleur said, getting up and leaving the room. Ron chose this time to whisper,

"Harry, your so lucky. She really cares about you." He started, but Hermione finished for him,

"Yeah, She hasn't had more than a plate of food this whole time. She let a substitute take over her classes and has been in here with you crying the whole time."

Harry looked at them weirdly, what was that supposed to mean? He took his glasses off and looked around the room. He noticed their auras too. Ginny's was white also, but Gabrielle's wasn't. It was green. Harry's head darted to Ron and Hermione, they both had aura's of a purple nature, but it had a hint of blue in it.

"All the powers are white." Harry mumbled, only barely aware that he made no sense to the duo sitting in front of him. He realized though that everyone with one of the ancient powers had a white aura. It was too bad his mother's book was destroyed, or else he would know what the colors meant, but then again he could look at different people and figure it out from there.

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Dumbledore came sweeping into the infirmary at a very fast speed, Fleur on his heels, running to keep up. It reminded Harry of the time Barty Crouch Senior showed up at Hogwarts. Dumbledore came into the Dream Team Room and sat down on the couch.

"Hello Harry, feeling well today?" He asked. Harry nodded his head. Dumbledore took a wand out of his pocket, but it wasn't his, it was Harry's. He tossed Harry the wand, who caught it.

"Harry, could you do me a favor?" he asked

"Sure Headmaster."

"Could you please levitate that quill over there?" He asked, pointing to a quill Harry was sure wasn't on the bedside table before. Harry thought this seemed to be a rather odd request, but then again Dumbledore always seemed to have a method to his madness. Harry pointed his wand at the quill and said a simple charm he had learned in first year,

"Wingardium Leviosa." He said, nothing happened.

"Wingardium Leviosa,." Harry said again, this time with a little force, but still, nothing happened. Harry felt the need to try it again, but Dumbledore stopped him,

"Just as I thought Harry. I'm afraid you won't be able to do any magic for a while, that is unless we can get ahold of Annastasia before her troupe leaves." Ron spoke first,

"My aunt?" He asked, Dumbledore nodded,

"One and the same Mr Weasley, Ms. Weasley." It was for the first time Harry turned around and noticed that Ginny and Gabrielle had awoken. He gave a small smile to both of them, making either blush.

"Harry," Dumbledore continued, " I want you to do me another favor though, I'm sure there are . people in this school in which you know their . .uh nature. So I wanted you do a bit of experimented with auras, just take down some notes on what you see and try to make up some facts out of your information, I'm sure Ms. Granger would no doubt love to be of assistance. " He smiled, and Hermione was practically bursting out of her skin. Harry smiled and agreed before Dumbledore bid farewell.

"Ginny, Gabrielle, I think you two better go get some food alright?" Fleur said, nearly immediately taking a motherly tone, then again she was older than everyone else in the room by atleast two years. Ginny and Gabrielle were shuffled out of the room by Ron and Hermione, who were also going to get breakfast. Fleur waited until everyone was out the room and then closed, and locked the door.

"Harry, I know you must be a little hungry." She said, and conjured up a plate full of food onto one of the bedside tables. The plate kept refilling itself, as did the goblets as Harry and Fleur ravished down bite after bite of food. It wasn't House-Elf cooking, but it was good nevertheless.

Fleur had stopped eating several minutes ago, but Harry was still going at it. Actually he hadn't had any food for weeks, and the only way his body had been getting nutrition was through Madam Pomfrey.

"Harry, umm, we all agreed that I would break this to you," Fleur started, Harry looked up from his bacon, "Yeah, see You-know-who has a whole army full of muggle children around the world, and they're taking over." Fleur's voice changed from worry to a sort of pleading tone, "It's havoc out there Harry, so many have died, and it's not from the killing curse either, it's from destruction, buildings collapsing on people, and stuff."

Harry looked at Fleur solemnly,

"So what am I supposed to do?" He asked, Fleur looked into his eyes, maybe that's what attracted her in the first place, his eyes. Those large green eyes, invading you, peering and penetrating into your soul.

"Your not supposed to do anything Harry, I just want to try something on you."

"Oh, so that's why you locked the door, well I am a little tired but-" Harry started, but couldn't stop laughing. Fleur smirked,

"No, I want to read your thoughts."

"WHAT?"

"I knew you wouldn't go for it, it's okay."

"No, it's okay, I was just a little surprised. What do I have to do?"

"Nothing, you just have to it there, I've been practicing with Dumbledore for a while now."

Harry wasn't quite so sure of this, maybe it was because of his initial shyness to let his girlfriend read his thoughts, or maybe it was because Fleur's face seemed somewhat unsure/ Harry watched slowly as the white aura around Fleur began to expand slowly, he felt the urge to jump back as the white light formed some sort of band that connected with him. He couldn't physically feel it, but he knew it was there, he could see it. Harry could hear Fleur's mumbles of his thoughts,

"Oh, wow, scary, oh really?" She said. After about thirty seconds of mumbling she abruptly stopped, and Harry jumped back.

"What's wrong?" He asked, worried she had come upon a memory she shouldn't have, like the tournament.

"Oh nothing, but it's just in Paris, I didn't know you liked me."

"Oh." Harry blushed a small bit and looked down at the ground.

"Oh, umm Harry, let's go, I bet the others are waiting for us." Fleur said after a moment of awkward silence. Harry nodded, he changed into some robes behind a large curtain and the two left out into the castle.

Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Gabrielle were all at lunch. Gabrielle was sitting at the Ravenclaw table with her friends, and Ginny with her friends at the Gryffindor table. Nobody looked twice as Fleur and Harry walked in together, for all the school knew Fleur had been injured as well as Harry. Nobody knew about the two's relationship. Harry walked over to Ron and Hermione, deciding in his head to do what his father had done. He wanted to be a Marauder!

A/N okay, I really had the idea for this chapter, but it got split into two, I have everything planned out from here, and I am starting to write more. I hope you guys enjoy this fic because it

s coming to a close in about eight chapters. it may not seem like alot, but really, I have a whole bunch of things I just have to tie in, not really introduce new things, so . . . .