A/N: I'm a busy person. So shoot me. Sorry I haven't been getting stories
updated, but I'm trying I swear. I just have so much to do and so little
time to do it. I'm straining my mind for more random paragraphs. Have you
linked them all together? They tell a story.*cackle*.
Also, this chapter is dedicated to Erieka127, who, oh-so-sweetly, reminded me that it'd been about- oh 4 months since I posted. Kudos to you!
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Harry bumped her and made a noise. Ginny, who was half asleep, jolted to full consciousness and looked at the man next to her. His face was scrunched up in pain and his arms were tensed. He groaned loudly again and moved over a little bit, exposing an arm which was bleeding freely. Ginny took a deep breath.
"Harry wake up." She said firmly. He didn't seem to hear, he was so wrapped up in his dreaming. "Harry! Wake up!" She laid a hand on his shoulder.
"NO!" Harry grabbed her hand and tackled her, moving from lying down to pinning her with arms wrapped around her neck in a split second. Only then did he wake up, looking horrified. He quickly got off of her and began to breathe heavily.
"What." Ginny said. "What was that all about?"
"I.was dreaming again." Harry said holding his knees. He put his head in the middle of his knees, the look of fear and pain still on his face. "I'm sorry that I." He trailed off.
"You're bleeding, Harry." Ginny said, swallowing hard. Her heart was fluttering from the display of unexpected violence. She looked at Harry. He looked like he was going to vomit. Even in the dark she could tell that he felt sick.
"I- I know." He said, looking at his arm. "I'll tend it. You just.you go to sleep."
"Why are you bleeding?" Ginny said, not moving at all.
"I've- uh.well. I don't really know." Harry said.
"Maybe you should see somebody about that." Ginny said reasonably. "I mean maybe Dumbledore could-"
"No! Not Dumbledore.." Harry said, getting up and walking out of the door. "Not Dumbledore."
She watched him as he wrapped gauze around his upper arm through the glass bedroom doors. He was sitting on the couch and when he finished he rolled over it into a lying position and clapped off the lights.
After a few minutes of silent darkness, Ginny worked up her nerve and said, "Harry cant you tell me what's happening? Why don't you come back to bed?"
There was no reply.
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"Hello Professor." Ginny said, settling comfortably into one of the chairs in Dumbledore's office.
"Yes, Hello Ms. Weasley." Dumbledore said. "How are you doing these days?"
"I'm as fine as can be expected." Ginny said.
"So what brings you here?"
"Well." Ginny blushed deeply. "It's Harry."
"What about him?" Dumbledore said, stroking his long beard.
"Well it's just." Ginny thought of how to phrase the next sentence for a long time. "Harry. He's been acting- strange."
"How so?"
"He's being mysterious about everything. He wakes up from these dreams he has with huge castrating wounds. And he's violent. He's been working with James, did you know?" Ginny said.
Dumbledore looked fully awake now. "No, I wasn't aware."
"Yes, something very secretive of course." Ginny spat. "Harry's never home because of it. They're tracking down some death eater. It's insane. They will never find a masked man barely ever speaks."
"A death eater?" Dumbledore began to write the conversation down with a purple quill. "Please go on Ginny."
"Well Harry's involved because he sees this Death Eater in his dreams. He usually doesn't talk, but lately he has been and well Harry's freaked out all the time. And when he wakes up he's bleeding. Do you have any idea how that's happening?"
Dumbledore dismissed the question. "Tell me the whole story first. The whole story from beginning," he looked up at her and met her eyes, "to end."
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"He killed 5 people last night." Harry said, biting his lip and tightening his grip around his mug of tea. James swallowed.
"Which 5?"
"I don't know their names." Harry said. "I just saw them die. Their bodies are.they are-" Harry choked on the words. "I don't think I can do this any more."
"Come on Harry, we're almost there." James said, grabbing his shoulder and shaking him. "And just because you don't want to do this any more, doesn't mean that you wont get the dreams. Now, where are the bodies?"
"In-" Harry turned very green and swallowed very hard. "They're in 25 dumpsters scattered around Hogsmeade."
James' eyes widened. "He did a good job of it then."
Harry just shook his head.
Suddenly Ginny appeared in the apartment. She looked around stealthily before sneaking into the bedroom. James looked at Harry quizzically. Harry shrugged and walked over to the bedroom. Ginny was looking in Harry's wardrobe with a strange look on her face. Harry narrowed his eyes and walked up to her. Her back was to him, conveniently and he wrapped his arms around her.
"What are you doing Ginny?" He said more harshly than intended. She screamed and turned around.
"I- I didn't know you were home and-"
"What are you looking for Ginny?" Harry said dryly.
She turned out of his startling embrace and looked at him. "Dumbledore wants to see you right away. It's about Mr. Nobody."
"You went to Dumbledore?" Harry said, his neck getting tense.
"He knows who Mr. Nobody is."
"How did- but- who- how?"
"I don't know, but he says he has to see you alone, because the information is dangerous."
"Did he tell you who it is?"
"No."
"Did he tell you anything?" Harry looked desperate.
"No."
"Oh-"
"Well he did say something like 'we've had problems with him before.'"
"Thank you Ginny. Get out of my house James." He disappeared.
"Why does he get to go? It's my assignment." James said. "It's no fair.he always get special treatment."
Ginny rolled her eyes and went into the kitchen.
~*~
"How do you know who he is?" Harry said, forgetting friendly pretense.
"It's obvious." Dumbledore said, sitting forward in his chair. His right hand held his wand under his desk.
"Who?"
"Listen first. Ginny came to me in a panic. She said you were violent when you woke up a few nights ago, that you were in some sort of trance almost."
"She startled me. I don't really respond well to people grabbing me when I'm sleeping. Do you?"
"No need to be defensive." Dumbledore said. "She also said your arm had a huge cut on it."
"I don't know how it got there." Harry said. "Isn't that some syndrome when you're stressed out, your dreams start coming true?"
Dumbledore mumbled, "Funny you should say that."
"What?" Harry snapped.
"Harry, it's all very suspicious. You have dreams, almost weekly, about death eater meetings, you wake up with wounds.you leave the apartment in the middle of the night."
Harry had been nodding when Dumbledore said something he agreed with, but stopped abruptly at the last statement. "What?"
"Ginny said she's waken up more than once at midnight to find you've left the apartment."
"I don't understand. She must have been dreaming."
"No, I have complete faith in her words."
"Professor, stop beating around the bush. Just say what you want."
"Harry, you are Mr. Nobody." Dumbledore said.
"You're wrong!" Harry yelled, standing up abruptly and knocking his chair over.
"Harry calm down. It's okay, I've called the ministry already, they know-"
"I've been framed!" Harry yelled, looking around madly. "They're going to put me in Azkaban and-"
"HARRY!" Dumbledore commanded. Harry quieted. "You obviously weren't doing this consciously. It started at midnight, you would feel your old dark mark burn and you would wake up in a trance and go to the meet-"
"No! You're wrong!" Harry said, grabbing his coat. "You're wrong!"
"You've been dreading this, haven't you? Somewhere, deep down, you knew who it was." Dumbledore said. "Ginny mentioned you were jumpy- this is the very reason! You are Mr.-"
"I've been framed!" Harry moaned and sat on the corner of Dumbledore's desk. "What am I going to do?"
"Well the ministry should be here an second to take you in for-"
"YOU CALLED THE MINISTRY?" Harry cried. "No, no, no! Wake up, Harry! Wake up!"
"Don't you see Harry, you are awake!"
"Let me alone!" Harry said, standing up and throwing his cloak on. He was almost to the door when it burst open.
"Department of Crime! Put your wands down!" A ministry official yelled, holding up a badge.
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Confrontation. It is a necessary, but ugly thing to do. Nobody likes real confrontation. It means something has happened that wasn't planned. Confrontation can mean war, confrontation can mean the end of a friendship. Confrontation can mean the end of life. Or the beginning.
Also, this chapter is dedicated to Erieka127, who, oh-so-sweetly, reminded me that it'd been about- oh 4 months since I posted. Kudos to you!
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Harry bumped her and made a noise. Ginny, who was half asleep, jolted to full consciousness and looked at the man next to her. His face was scrunched up in pain and his arms were tensed. He groaned loudly again and moved over a little bit, exposing an arm which was bleeding freely. Ginny took a deep breath.
"Harry wake up." She said firmly. He didn't seem to hear, he was so wrapped up in his dreaming. "Harry! Wake up!" She laid a hand on his shoulder.
"NO!" Harry grabbed her hand and tackled her, moving from lying down to pinning her with arms wrapped around her neck in a split second. Only then did he wake up, looking horrified. He quickly got off of her and began to breathe heavily.
"What." Ginny said. "What was that all about?"
"I.was dreaming again." Harry said holding his knees. He put his head in the middle of his knees, the look of fear and pain still on his face. "I'm sorry that I." He trailed off.
"You're bleeding, Harry." Ginny said, swallowing hard. Her heart was fluttering from the display of unexpected violence. She looked at Harry. He looked like he was going to vomit. Even in the dark she could tell that he felt sick.
"I- I know." He said, looking at his arm. "I'll tend it. You just.you go to sleep."
"Why are you bleeding?" Ginny said, not moving at all.
"I've- uh.well. I don't really know." Harry said.
"Maybe you should see somebody about that." Ginny said reasonably. "I mean maybe Dumbledore could-"
"No! Not Dumbledore.." Harry said, getting up and walking out of the door. "Not Dumbledore."
She watched him as he wrapped gauze around his upper arm through the glass bedroom doors. He was sitting on the couch and when he finished he rolled over it into a lying position and clapped off the lights.
After a few minutes of silent darkness, Ginny worked up her nerve and said, "Harry cant you tell me what's happening? Why don't you come back to bed?"
There was no reply.
~* ~* ~* ~*
"Hello Professor." Ginny said, settling comfortably into one of the chairs in Dumbledore's office.
"Yes, Hello Ms. Weasley." Dumbledore said. "How are you doing these days?"
"I'm as fine as can be expected." Ginny said.
"So what brings you here?"
"Well." Ginny blushed deeply. "It's Harry."
"What about him?" Dumbledore said, stroking his long beard.
"Well it's just." Ginny thought of how to phrase the next sentence for a long time. "Harry. He's been acting- strange."
"How so?"
"He's being mysterious about everything. He wakes up from these dreams he has with huge castrating wounds. And he's violent. He's been working with James, did you know?" Ginny said.
Dumbledore looked fully awake now. "No, I wasn't aware."
"Yes, something very secretive of course." Ginny spat. "Harry's never home because of it. They're tracking down some death eater. It's insane. They will never find a masked man barely ever speaks."
"A death eater?" Dumbledore began to write the conversation down with a purple quill. "Please go on Ginny."
"Well Harry's involved because he sees this Death Eater in his dreams. He usually doesn't talk, but lately he has been and well Harry's freaked out all the time. And when he wakes up he's bleeding. Do you have any idea how that's happening?"
Dumbledore dismissed the question. "Tell me the whole story first. The whole story from beginning," he looked up at her and met her eyes, "to end."
~*~*~*~*
"He killed 5 people last night." Harry said, biting his lip and tightening his grip around his mug of tea. James swallowed.
"Which 5?"
"I don't know their names." Harry said. "I just saw them die. Their bodies are.they are-" Harry choked on the words. "I don't think I can do this any more."
"Come on Harry, we're almost there." James said, grabbing his shoulder and shaking him. "And just because you don't want to do this any more, doesn't mean that you wont get the dreams. Now, where are the bodies?"
"In-" Harry turned very green and swallowed very hard. "They're in 25 dumpsters scattered around Hogsmeade."
James' eyes widened. "He did a good job of it then."
Harry just shook his head.
Suddenly Ginny appeared in the apartment. She looked around stealthily before sneaking into the bedroom. James looked at Harry quizzically. Harry shrugged and walked over to the bedroom. Ginny was looking in Harry's wardrobe with a strange look on her face. Harry narrowed his eyes and walked up to her. Her back was to him, conveniently and he wrapped his arms around her.
"What are you doing Ginny?" He said more harshly than intended. She screamed and turned around.
"I- I didn't know you were home and-"
"What are you looking for Ginny?" Harry said dryly.
She turned out of his startling embrace and looked at him. "Dumbledore wants to see you right away. It's about Mr. Nobody."
"You went to Dumbledore?" Harry said, his neck getting tense.
"He knows who Mr. Nobody is."
"How did- but- who- how?"
"I don't know, but he says he has to see you alone, because the information is dangerous."
"Did he tell you who it is?"
"No."
"Did he tell you anything?" Harry looked desperate.
"No."
"Oh-"
"Well he did say something like 'we've had problems with him before.'"
"Thank you Ginny. Get out of my house James." He disappeared.
"Why does he get to go? It's my assignment." James said. "It's no fair.he always get special treatment."
Ginny rolled her eyes and went into the kitchen.
~*~
"How do you know who he is?" Harry said, forgetting friendly pretense.
"It's obvious." Dumbledore said, sitting forward in his chair. His right hand held his wand under his desk.
"Who?"
"Listen first. Ginny came to me in a panic. She said you were violent when you woke up a few nights ago, that you were in some sort of trance almost."
"She startled me. I don't really respond well to people grabbing me when I'm sleeping. Do you?"
"No need to be defensive." Dumbledore said. "She also said your arm had a huge cut on it."
"I don't know how it got there." Harry said. "Isn't that some syndrome when you're stressed out, your dreams start coming true?"
Dumbledore mumbled, "Funny you should say that."
"What?" Harry snapped.
"Harry, it's all very suspicious. You have dreams, almost weekly, about death eater meetings, you wake up with wounds.you leave the apartment in the middle of the night."
Harry had been nodding when Dumbledore said something he agreed with, but stopped abruptly at the last statement. "What?"
"Ginny said she's waken up more than once at midnight to find you've left the apartment."
"I don't understand. She must have been dreaming."
"No, I have complete faith in her words."
"Professor, stop beating around the bush. Just say what you want."
"Harry, you are Mr. Nobody." Dumbledore said.
"You're wrong!" Harry yelled, standing up abruptly and knocking his chair over.
"Harry calm down. It's okay, I've called the ministry already, they know-"
"I've been framed!" Harry yelled, looking around madly. "They're going to put me in Azkaban and-"
"HARRY!" Dumbledore commanded. Harry quieted. "You obviously weren't doing this consciously. It started at midnight, you would feel your old dark mark burn and you would wake up in a trance and go to the meet-"
"No! You're wrong!" Harry said, grabbing his coat. "You're wrong!"
"You've been dreading this, haven't you? Somewhere, deep down, you knew who it was." Dumbledore said. "Ginny mentioned you were jumpy- this is the very reason! You are Mr.-"
"I've been framed!" Harry moaned and sat on the corner of Dumbledore's desk. "What am I going to do?"
"Well the ministry should be here an second to take you in for-"
"YOU CALLED THE MINISTRY?" Harry cried. "No, no, no! Wake up, Harry! Wake up!"
"Don't you see Harry, you are awake!"
"Let me alone!" Harry said, standing up and throwing his cloak on. He was almost to the door when it burst open.
"Department of Crime! Put your wands down!" A ministry official yelled, holding up a badge.
~*~
Confrontation. It is a necessary, but ugly thing to do. Nobody likes real confrontation. It means something has happened that wasn't planned. Confrontation can mean war, confrontation can mean the end of a friendship. Confrontation can mean the end of life. Or the beginning.