Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does.
For the reviewers of chapter 3:
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Thanks for your review! I'm glad you agree with me about Frodo, my sister actually thinks Legolas is hotter!! I worry about her sometimes.
Anyway, I'm gonna try really hard to finish this story, IF people like it enough, that is. : )
la2ur2a: Your stories were really good! Thank you so much for all your support, if it wasn't for people like you I don't think I'd keep on writing.
Thanks!!
Julephenia: They talk a bit in this chapter, but not about anything serious. Yes, there is some R/H coming up soon. I'm glad you liked the Aunt
Petunia thing, I wasn't sure if anyone would like that or not, but I did. Oh, I started to read your story but it got a little too un-PG for me. It
looked pretty good, though! Anyway, Thanks for reviewing!
Lee Velviet: Thanks for your review! I read a few of your stories (wow! you've got a bunch of them!) and they were really good! I think I
reviewed them for you. Can't remember. Anyway, thanks for all your encouragement! : )
Chapter 4
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Harry lay awake on his pallet in Ron's room. The clock on the night stand said 1:25 in the morning. He couldn't get to sleep. It was now a week
after The Dursley's had left, and Harry thought that it was probably the best week of his life. He felt so at home with the Weasley's. He thought
that this must be how it felt to have a real family. He smiled in the darkness, and instantly fell asleep.
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Suddenly the bedroom door opened. Harry could see the outline of a tall, cloaked figure. Harry lay terrified, he tried to get up but found that
his muscles no longer worked properly. The figure walked inside slowly, it's features completely covered by a dark hood, but you could see red
eyes glowing from underneath it. Harry felt a cold shiver run down his spine, and suddenly his scar was burning. Burning like it never had
before. Then the figure laughed, a laugh that was embeded into Harrys' mind, a laugh that he would always rememer. He covered his face with
his arms as the figure raised it's wand, but nothing happened. When he lowered his arms, he was no longer in Ron's bed room. He was standing
in a graveyard. As far as he could see, all there were was tombstones, half way covered by the low fog. Harry screamed, only he couldn't hear
himself. It seemed as if the fog were choking out his voice. As he focused his eyes, he saw a figure standing next to him. Suddenly, out of the
fog came a voice. It whispered the words Harry had heard over and over again in his nightmares, "Kill the spare." The figure next to him
dropped, falling heavily to the ground. Harry looked down at him, he saw cold, grey eyes staring blankly into the fog. It was Cedric. Harry
backed up, not able to take his eyes off the cold, life less body. Then he turned and ran. As he ran the grey tombstones dissapeared and tall,
creaky trees took their place. Harry shivered as he looked up at them. He passed a small clearing and as he looked into it he saw a stag lying
motionless in a pool of blood. Harry felt his stomach lurch. Suddenly the trees disapeared, and Harry was standing in a nursery. There were
stars and moons painted on the wall, and Harry felt and odd sense of having been there before. He saw a young woman standing in front of the
crib. She held her hands out to Harry, an intense longing in her eyes, tears flowing down her cheeks. Harry reached for her, but just as he was
about to touch her hand, A cold voice shouted "Avada Kedavra!" in almost a careless tone, and pale, green light surrounded the woman. . For
a few seconds the woman's eyes were sad and hopeless, then they turned vague and unseeing as she fell to the ground "NNNOO!!" Harry
screamed. Then the nursery vanished, and he was standing alone by a lake, the sky all around black as midnight. From what he could see it
looked like he was standing on the Hogwarts grounds. Suddenly he felt a familiar shiver run through him, and his very blood seemed to turn
cold. He whirled around and met what he knew would be there. A Dementor. It was gliding slowly towards Harry, it's face completly shadowed,
it's rotting, scabby hands stretched towards Harry. Harry wanted to run, wanted to scream, wanted to do something, anything. But he was
frozen by the Dementors out-stretched hands, by it's slow, raspy breathe that seemed to wash over him and melt his insides. Soon The cold
hands were wrapped around Harry's neck, he could feel it's icy breathe on his face. The Dementor leaned forward slowly. As soon as it's mouth
touched Harry's he felt as if he was melting, falling, dying. It was a pain so strange and intense, it was 10 times worse than the cruciatus curse.
Harry tried to scream but he felt suffocated as well. He knew somewhere in the back of his mind he should try to force the Dementor off,
struggle to get free of it's icy grip, but soon that part of his mind was gone, and all that was left was despair. Nothing mattered anymore. No one
mattered anymore. Harry felt himslef falling, but he didn't care. It didn't matter, anyway.
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Harry awoke in the same state as he had the week before. Sweat drenching his pajamas, his scar burning even worse than last time. He reached
for his glasses and clumsily fumbled them onto his face. 1:35, Ron's clock said. Harry sighed, only 10 minutes had passed since he had been
awake. It had seemed like a lifetime. Harry shivered as he remembered the details of his dream. He tried to block the vivid memory of those cold,
icy hands, of his mother's face looking at him with such longing, such love, before she crumpled to the ground. Harry knew he wouldn't be able
to sleep anymore tonight. He got up from the floor and walked over to the door, trying not to wake Ron.
When he reached the living room, he was about to go into the kitchen and get himslef a cup of water, when he noticed someone sitting on the
couch. It was Ginny. She was reading a book. Harry couldn't help but smile at the totally absorbed look on her face. She was so beautiful. He
felt the familiar weakness in his knees as he looked at her."Hey." He said as he went and sat by her on the couch. She looked up from her book
with a surprised expression on her face. "Hi, Harry." She said as she put the book down on the coffe table. "What are you doing up?" She
asked. For a moment Harry thought about telling her he had just come down for a drink of water, which was parly the truth. But he didn't want to
lie to Ginny, ever. "I had another nightmare." He said, staring in to the fire. Only instead of seeing the flames flickering in the dim light, instead
he saw the stag from his dream, lying in a pool of blood. Harry shivered as he looked back at Ginny. She was looking at him with a strange
expression on her face, but before Harry could see what it was, she erased it and said. "oh, I'm sorry." in that soft voice of hers that Harry new
so well. He smiled at her. "It's ok. I feel better already." Which was definitly the truth. Just being in Ginny's prescence made him almost forget all
about the details of his nightmare. Almost. "What are you reading?" Harry asked. More to change the subject than actually being interested.
Ginny picked up her book and held it up so that Harry could see the cover. "Jane Eyre." She said. "It's a muggle book, but it's still very good."
Harry nodded. Ginny seemed like the kind of person who liked to read. Ginny put the book back down.
They talked for a few minutes about different things, Quidditch, Hogwarts, and how they both knew that Ron liked Hermione but is too scared
and/or embarrassed to say so. After a few minutes of this sort of conversation, Ginny asked "Do you want to play a game?" "Sure." Harry
answered. "Exploding Snap ok?" she asked as she stood up. "yup" Harry said with a smile. So Ginny went to her room and brought back her
exploding snap cards. Harry suddenly thought maybe Ginny wanted to go to bed but was staying up so he wouldn't be alone. "Hey, you can
go to bed if you want to, you don't have to stay up because of me." He said, even though he wanted Ginny to stay with him more than
anything. "Oh, no, I'm not tired and this is fun." She answered. "Unless, you want to be alone....." She said hesistantly. "No, no, I don't." Harry
answered quickly. Ginny smiled. "Okay then." she said as she started to set up the game.
As they played Harry was shocked to find that this was the most fun he had ever had in his life. Playing exploding snap with Ginny even beat
Quidditch, Which was saying a lot. Doing anything with Ginny beat Quidditch. They laughed together every time someone's eye brows got
singed. "Ginny is so easy to have fun with!" Harry thought to himself. After a while he found himself forgetting all about Voldemort, all about
his nightmare, all about his parents. All he could see or think about was Ginny and how pretty she looked when she laughed, even with singed
eye brows. Just looking at her made him want to laugh, too.
When Harry looked up at the clock over the fire place he was shocked to see it was already 5:20. It hadn't seemed like that much time at all. He
wasn't even tired, but as much as he wanted to stay with Ginny, Harry knew he should go to bed now. "Well I guess we'd better go to bed
now." He said aloud. Ginny nodded with a yawn. They headed up the stairs together, and as Ginny turned into her room she muttered "G'night,
Harry." While yawning. Harry smiled at her. "Good night, Ginny." He whispered. He wanted more than anything to put his arms around her and
hold her close to him. He didn't want to leave her. But he forced himself to turn and walk up the remaining steps to Ron's room. He heard
Ginny's bedroom door close behind him. He sighed as he opened Ron's door and returned to his pallet.
He dreamed again that night, only this time it wasn't a nightmare about Voldemort, or Dememtors. This time it was a dream, a dream about a
certain red-headed girl. Harry smiled in his sleep.
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Hello everyone! I'm soooo sorry it took me soooo long to get this chapter up! I've been really busy. I kinda like this chapter, and I'm sorry if you
think the dream is weird, it's just all of Harry's scariest memories put together. Anyway, if you haven't read my other story yet, please do!!
I'm also thinking about putting up a Lily & James romance fic soon, but it'll have to wait till I'm a bit less busy. My motivation to keep writing
comes from your (yes, this means YOU) reviews, so pleeeaase review!! Your support means a whole lot to me!! Thanks and God Bless! : )
~*Katydid*~
p.s. Oh yeah, if you read & review my stories, I'll read & review yours, as long as they're either G or PG.
For the reviewers of chapter 3:
Pick a Brick 00:
Thanks for your review! I'm glad you agree with me about Frodo, my sister actually thinks Legolas is hotter!! I worry about her sometimes.
Anyway, I'm gonna try really hard to finish this story, IF people like it enough, that is. : )
la2ur2a: Your stories were really good! Thank you so much for all your support, if it wasn't for people like you I don't think I'd keep on writing.
Thanks!!
Julephenia: They talk a bit in this chapter, but not about anything serious. Yes, there is some R/H coming up soon. I'm glad you liked the Aunt
Petunia thing, I wasn't sure if anyone would like that or not, but I did. Oh, I started to read your story but it got a little too un-PG for me. It
looked pretty good, though! Anyway, Thanks for reviewing!
Lee Velviet: Thanks for your review! I read a few of your stories (wow! you've got a bunch of them!) and they were really good! I think I
reviewed them for you. Can't remember. Anyway, thanks for all your encouragement! : )
Chapter 4
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Harry lay awake on his pallet in Ron's room. The clock on the night stand said 1:25 in the morning. He couldn't get to sleep. It was now a week
after The Dursley's had left, and Harry thought that it was probably the best week of his life. He felt so at home with the Weasley's. He thought
that this must be how it felt to have a real family. He smiled in the darkness, and instantly fell asleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Suddenly the bedroom door opened. Harry could see the outline of a tall, cloaked figure. Harry lay terrified, he tried to get up but found that
his muscles no longer worked properly. The figure walked inside slowly, it's features completely covered by a dark hood, but you could see red
eyes glowing from underneath it. Harry felt a cold shiver run down his spine, and suddenly his scar was burning. Burning like it never had
before. Then the figure laughed, a laugh that was embeded into Harrys' mind, a laugh that he would always rememer. He covered his face with
his arms as the figure raised it's wand, but nothing happened. When he lowered his arms, he was no longer in Ron's bed room. He was standing
in a graveyard. As far as he could see, all there were was tombstones, half way covered by the low fog. Harry screamed, only he couldn't hear
himself. It seemed as if the fog were choking out his voice. As he focused his eyes, he saw a figure standing next to him. Suddenly, out of the
fog came a voice. It whispered the words Harry had heard over and over again in his nightmares, "Kill the spare." The figure next to him
dropped, falling heavily to the ground. Harry looked down at him, he saw cold, grey eyes staring blankly into the fog. It was Cedric. Harry
backed up, not able to take his eyes off the cold, life less body. Then he turned and ran. As he ran the grey tombstones dissapeared and tall,
creaky trees took their place. Harry shivered as he looked up at them. He passed a small clearing and as he looked into it he saw a stag lying
motionless in a pool of blood. Harry felt his stomach lurch. Suddenly the trees disapeared, and Harry was standing in a nursery. There were
stars and moons painted on the wall, and Harry felt and odd sense of having been there before. He saw a young woman standing in front of the
crib. She held her hands out to Harry, an intense longing in her eyes, tears flowing down her cheeks. Harry reached for her, but just as he was
about to touch her hand, A cold voice shouted "Avada Kedavra!" in almost a careless tone, and pale, green light surrounded the woman. . For
a few seconds the woman's eyes were sad and hopeless, then they turned vague and unseeing as she fell to the ground "NNNOO!!" Harry
screamed. Then the nursery vanished, and he was standing alone by a lake, the sky all around black as midnight. From what he could see it
looked like he was standing on the Hogwarts grounds. Suddenly he felt a familiar shiver run through him, and his very blood seemed to turn
cold. He whirled around and met what he knew would be there. A Dementor. It was gliding slowly towards Harry, it's face completly shadowed,
it's rotting, scabby hands stretched towards Harry. Harry wanted to run, wanted to scream, wanted to do something, anything. But he was
frozen by the Dementors out-stretched hands, by it's slow, raspy breathe that seemed to wash over him and melt his insides. Soon The cold
hands were wrapped around Harry's neck, he could feel it's icy breathe on his face. The Dementor leaned forward slowly. As soon as it's mouth
touched Harry's he felt as if he was melting, falling, dying. It was a pain so strange and intense, it was 10 times worse than the cruciatus curse.
Harry tried to scream but he felt suffocated as well. He knew somewhere in the back of his mind he should try to force the Dementor off,
struggle to get free of it's icy grip, but soon that part of his mind was gone, and all that was left was despair. Nothing mattered anymore. No one
mattered anymore. Harry felt himslef falling, but he didn't care. It didn't matter, anyway.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry awoke in the same state as he had the week before. Sweat drenching his pajamas, his scar burning even worse than last time. He reached
for his glasses and clumsily fumbled them onto his face. 1:35, Ron's clock said. Harry sighed, only 10 minutes had passed since he had been
awake. It had seemed like a lifetime. Harry shivered as he remembered the details of his dream. He tried to block the vivid memory of those cold,
icy hands, of his mother's face looking at him with such longing, such love, before she crumpled to the ground. Harry knew he wouldn't be able
to sleep anymore tonight. He got up from the floor and walked over to the door, trying not to wake Ron.
When he reached the living room, he was about to go into the kitchen and get himslef a cup of water, when he noticed someone sitting on the
couch. It was Ginny. She was reading a book. Harry couldn't help but smile at the totally absorbed look on her face. She was so beautiful. He
felt the familiar weakness in his knees as he looked at her."Hey." He said as he went and sat by her on the couch. She looked up from her book
with a surprised expression on her face. "Hi, Harry." She said as she put the book down on the coffe table. "What are you doing up?" She
asked. For a moment Harry thought about telling her he had just come down for a drink of water, which was parly the truth. But he didn't want to
lie to Ginny, ever. "I had another nightmare." He said, staring in to the fire. Only instead of seeing the flames flickering in the dim light, instead
he saw the stag from his dream, lying in a pool of blood. Harry shivered as he looked back at Ginny. She was looking at him with a strange
expression on her face, but before Harry could see what it was, she erased it and said. "oh, I'm sorry." in that soft voice of hers that Harry new
so well. He smiled at her. "It's ok. I feel better already." Which was definitly the truth. Just being in Ginny's prescence made him almost forget all
about the details of his nightmare. Almost. "What are you reading?" Harry asked. More to change the subject than actually being interested.
Ginny picked up her book and held it up so that Harry could see the cover. "Jane Eyre." She said. "It's a muggle book, but it's still very good."
Harry nodded. Ginny seemed like the kind of person who liked to read. Ginny put the book back down.
They talked for a few minutes about different things, Quidditch, Hogwarts, and how they both knew that Ron liked Hermione but is too scared
and/or embarrassed to say so. After a few minutes of this sort of conversation, Ginny asked "Do you want to play a game?" "Sure." Harry
answered. "Exploding Snap ok?" she asked as she stood up. "yup" Harry said with a smile. So Ginny went to her room and brought back her
exploding snap cards. Harry suddenly thought maybe Ginny wanted to go to bed but was staying up so he wouldn't be alone. "Hey, you can
go to bed if you want to, you don't have to stay up because of me." He said, even though he wanted Ginny to stay with him more than
anything. "Oh, no, I'm not tired and this is fun." She answered. "Unless, you want to be alone....." She said hesistantly. "No, no, I don't." Harry
answered quickly. Ginny smiled. "Okay then." she said as she started to set up the game.
As they played Harry was shocked to find that this was the most fun he had ever had in his life. Playing exploding snap with Ginny even beat
Quidditch, Which was saying a lot. Doing anything with Ginny beat Quidditch. They laughed together every time someone's eye brows got
singed. "Ginny is so easy to have fun with!" Harry thought to himself. After a while he found himself forgetting all about Voldemort, all about
his nightmare, all about his parents. All he could see or think about was Ginny and how pretty she looked when she laughed, even with singed
eye brows. Just looking at her made him want to laugh, too.
When Harry looked up at the clock over the fire place he was shocked to see it was already 5:20. It hadn't seemed like that much time at all. He
wasn't even tired, but as much as he wanted to stay with Ginny, Harry knew he should go to bed now. "Well I guess we'd better go to bed
now." He said aloud. Ginny nodded with a yawn. They headed up the stairs together, and as Ginny turned into her room she muttered "G'night,
Harry." While yawning. Harry smiled at her. "Good night, Ginny." He whispered. He wanted more than anything to put his arms around her and
hold her close to him. He didn't want to leave her. But he forced himself to turn and walk up the remaining steps to Ron's room. He heard
Ginny's bedroom door close behind him. He sighed as he opened Ron's door and returned to his pallet.
He dreamed again that night, only this time it wasn't a nightmare about Voldemort, or Dememtors. This time it was a dream, a dream about a
certain red-headed girl. Harry smiled in his sleep.
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Hello everyone! I'm soooo sorry it took me soooo long to get this chapter up! I've been really busy. I kinda like this chapter, and I'm sorry if you
think the dream is weird, it's just all of Harry's scariest memories put together. Anyway, if you haven't read my other story yet, please do!!
I'm also thinking about putting up a Lily & James romance fic soon, but it'll have to wait till I'm a bit less busy. My motivation to keep writing
comes from your (yes, this means YOU) reviews, so pleeeaase review!! Your support means a whole lot to me!! Thanks and God Bless! : )
~*Katydid*~
p.s. Oh yeah, if you read & review my stories, I'll read & review yours, as long as they're either G or PG.