You are all lucky -or rather, I am lucky- that I'm getting so much encouragement form Darth Flint…
Anyways, graduation is coming up in a chapter or two…
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In this dream he was sitting in a chair beside a fire. Across from him was himself. The other him.
They watched each other.
The older Harry knew full well that this was more than a dream, but the younger did not know. "Found me again did you?"
The older watched the younger frown. He couldn't understand how he could feel so awake when he was dreaming. The younger didn't respond to his question, only asked, "So what are you supposed to represent?"
"Hmm. How about your future?"
"So I actually have one then?"
"I'm afraid so."
The younger man sighed, "I want this war to be over."
The other's eyes hardened, "I don't know that war is ever over."
They both paused and turned to the fire; It had turned green. Dumbledore came out of the fire. He looked between them and raised an eyebrow.
The Harry that looked a bit older responded to his unspoken question, "Just a dream."
Then each was thrown back into their own world of dreams.
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Harry woke up in the hospital wing. Sadly, his first thought was that he'd never manage to stay out of here.
They had a new doctor to help Madame Pomfrey, a relatively friendly woman despite her professional air. When he's gotten sick near the beginning of the she doctor had made him stay for *days.*
They also had a French doctor, but he'd rarely seen the man. He mostly stuck to the French students.
He reached his arm out and grabbed for his glasses, not even looking. He shoved them on his face as he sat up and looked around.
Maya was across from him, sleeping.
Beside him sat Sirius, looking weary and worn. Harry watched him, feeling his own sorrow. Arabella had gone to school with the Marauders, just a year ahead. They'd been friends.
He breathed a shuddering breath and fell back onto the bed.
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"Are you well enough to leave?" Dumbledore asked him days later.
Harry brightened, "Absolutely."
Dumbledore smiled at him, "Then you might want to take advantage of the fact that I'm here." He moved away and shut the curtains for him.
Harry grinned and jumped off the bed to get dressed. Dumbledore was a useful means of getting himself out of the hospital wing –they could only argue so much before giving in to him.
He stuffed all his get well gifts into a bag and walked out of the hospital wing with the Headmaster.
He wanted to be with his friends right now. He also had a lot of work to catch up on -sometimes it was strange to be in school, in the middle of a war.
He didn't want to voice any depressing thoughts to Dumbledore right now -he didn't need that. "God, I need to study."
Dumbledore looked amused, and Harry had to smile too. He added in his defense, "Well, NEWTs *are* in a week. It's a special circumstance."
The man chuckled and said, "Then I'll leave you to find your friends. I'm sure Mr. Weasley is in a panic due to the same subject about now."
After the other man left him alone he went to the dorms, and stashed his stuff and grabbed his books. Then he headed for the place he knew his friends would be; The library.
He saw Ron, Hermione, and Ari sitting around a table filled with books.
Ron's voice was slightly louder than it needed to be, "When did we learn all that!?"
Harry smirked as Hermione replied, "While you were sleeping in class!"
Ari noticed him first, "Harry! It's a good thing you recovered from the flu, or you wouldn't have much time for studying. Even Ron's panicking already."
"Your right about that," he said and dumped an armful of books on the table.
