AN: Here we go again. Hello and good day to all. I've just realized that I forgot to put a disclaimer on all of my previous chapters! Here goes:

Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowling, but this plot belongs to me only, how I wish they did belong to me, until we see her last will and testimony we shall see!

AN (again): lol. My lame attempt at poetry. Ok, I don't think I'll try that again, I'll just skip the poem next time. Well, forgive me and my not-so- poetic mind, and keep reading!

Chapter 3:

this is the last time

that I'm ever gonna come here tonight

this is the last time - I will fall

into a place that fails us all - inside

I can see the pain in you

and I can see the love in you

but fighting all the demons will take time

it will take time

the angels they burn inside for us

are we ever

are we ever gonna learn to fly

the devils they burn inside of us

are we ever gonna come back down

come around

I'm always gonna worry about the things that could make us cold

this is the last time

that I'm ever gonna give in tonight

are there angels or devils crawling here?

I just want to know what blurs and what is clear - to see

well I can see the pain in you

and I can see the love in you

and fighting all the demons will take time

it will take time

the angels they burn inside for us

and are we ever

are we ever gonna learn to fly

the devils they burn inside of us

are we ever gonna come back down - come around

I'm always gonna worry about the things that could break us

if I were to give in - give it up

- and then

take a breath - make it deep

cause it might be the last one you get

be the last one

it could make us cold

you know that they could make us cold

I'm always gonna worry about the things that could make us cold

Dishwalla "Angels or Devils"

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Harry sat up in bed, sweating, his hands shaking. He had just had a nightmare. Strangely, his scar wasn't burning. Harry realized this was because it had just been a nightmare, a memory, rather than what was *going* to happen.

Even so, Harry knew he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep. Sighing, he threw the covers back, got out of bed, and softly padded across the room to the door, willing it not to creak.

Luckily for Harry, the door only let out a small creak, but Ron didn't even flinch. Apparently he was a heavy sleeper, except for on Christmas. Harry silently made his way down the stairs, and went down to the living room.

Harry stopped in the doorway. On the couch in front of the fire he saw a familiar shock of red hair, falling in russet-red waves over the figure's shoulders.

"Ginny?" Harry called softly from the doorway, not wanting to startle her.

"Harry.what are you doing up?" Ginny asked, surprised.

Harry moved over to sit next to her one the worn, green couch.

"I had a nightmare." Harry told her quietly.

"Oh." Said Ginny. "I did too." She said.

"Really? Do you want to talk about it?" Harry asked.

"Oh, it was nothing really, just memories.from last year." Ginny looked up at Harry, brown eyes large.

"You-you did?" Harry stammered.

Ginny nodded, a puzzled expression on her face.

"Why?" Ginny questioned him.

"Well, I had one too. About last year, also." Harry said, looking at her.

"Do.do you mind telling me what it was about?" Ginny asked.

Harry was silent for a moment, then spoke. "It was.it was when we had cornered Millicent. erm, Voldemort. When we had just started that battle. The other Death Eaters had just come." Harry trailed off with a pained expression.

Ginny put her hand over Harry's comfortingly, but she herself also looked disturbed by this. Not only was it because she remembered the event, but another reason, too.

"Harry." Ginny began. "I had the same dream." Ginny said quietly.

Harry looked at Ginny in shock, taking in Ginny's own befuddled expression. Her eyebrows knitted together in thought.

"What does this mean?" Harry asked.

"It could be nothing. maybe a coincidence. I mean, it's never happened before. I don't think." Ginny looked up at Harry.

"Not many things involving me are a coincidence." Harry stated.

"Have you been having the same dream lately, over and over again?" Ginny inquired.

Harry nodded, and held Ginny's gaze.

"Alright then. So have I. But. what could it mean?" Ginny was still a little confused.

"Maybe." Harry started.

"Yes?" Ginny prompted.

"Well, it's unlikely, but it's the only idea I have. What if we're connected, somehow? I mean, from Voldemort? We're two of the few people who have come into contact with Voldemort and lived, and we *have* been together more often. What if our nightmares or dreams are connected?" Harry said.

"It could happen." Ginny stated, still thinking things over.

"Yes." she said, more to herself, and nodded.

"That's it! Just like, when, Tom left some of himself in you, he left some of. he left some of him inside me." Here Harry squeezed her hand at the mention of Ginny's first year.

Both teenagers looked at eachother in a new light. They both had nightmares. Both had been suffering from them that summer, especially with the memory of the battle so fresh in both of their minds. Ginny and Harry had both fought then. They had been together when the battle had started, and had stayed close during it. Both had been injured in the battle, Harry more seriously than Ginny, but both had spent around two weeks in the hospital.

Ginny had been injured with a curse that had knocked her out, and she had woken up a week and a half later in the hospital wing, and taken a few more days to recover completely.

Harry had stayed standing and fighting off Death Eaters with the professors and a few older students. He had been injured in many places, broken his arm, and gotten a head wound along with numerous other minor curses and hexes. After the battle he had mercifully passed out.

Unfortunately, the battle had not been without its victims. Ernie Macmillan, from Hufflepuff, had been killed. He had been caught in between the fray, and was killed. Many others were wounded, while only one other was killed. The other victim was a seventh year Slytherin.

Harry and Ginny were both broken out of their reveries by the chime of the clock. One, two, and three chimes went off. 3 a.m.

Yawning, Harry and Ginny let go of each other's hands and stretched. They discussed their thoughts about their possible connection, and then bid each other goodnight, going upstairs to their own respective bedrooms.

Harry and Ginny both fell into a restless slumber about a half hour later, and slept until everyone else got up.

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AN: Well? Please keep reviewing. I love your comments, and, as an author, it really 'tickles my fancy' to know that people have read my story. Thank you!

Eliel Radragon