Chapter Seventeen:
Harry looked at them, although it was dusk, his eyes could pick out who they were, the black robes and the silver masks. Death Eaters then. All this flickered through his brain in seconds, and before he'd even thought the action through, his hand shot out, a dagger springing from his hand and burying itself in the leader's throat.
The Death Eater let out a gurgling scream and fell, Harry knew he was dead the moment he hit the ground, but it was with a cool detachment, for his attention was already on the other four, who leapt forward as their leader fell.
Speaking softly, he told his friends to keep back, and readied himself, not really hearing the screams of his friends for him to be careful, to get to Sirius or Menolly.
Harry knew that none of the Death Eaters could leave here alive – otherwise Voldemort would know about Menolly and Elisa, before the time when he should find out anyway, that is.
The first Death Eater leapt at him, and Harry freed Salazar Slytherins sword, swishing it over his head and bringing it down to slash across the mans chest and then swirling it around in a quick cut across the throat.
The other two were somewhat smarter, coming at him from either side, the one coming from the left yelled a spell, Harry quickly checked on the man coming from the right, then at the last moment took a bounded step forward and left, bringing his sword up as he did so.
The spell struck the other Death Eater, stunning him on the stop, and Harry killed the last with a quick stab straight into the heart.
Harry spun, his unnatural eyesight sweeping the area for any trace that there was someone else there. Satisfied he turned to his friends. "They're gone," he remarked softly. "Let's get back to the house; there might be more of them there."
With a frightened glance at the dead bodies, Elisa, Hermione and Ron dashed passed them and down the path, Harry in the lead. Seeing the house Harry skidded to a stop. It was a smoking ruin, but outside Sirius stood, eyes wide, his arms around Menolly's waist, holding her upright.
On his shoulder perched Hedwig and Harry could hear his little phoenix trilling happily in the middle of the fire. Hearing them, Sirius and Menolly turned, and Menolly, with a sob of relief, raced over and threw her arms around Harry and Elisa.
"You're alive," she whispered, as if she couldn't believe it.
"Yeah, we're ok, mum," Elisa said softly.
"There were more Death Eaters in the woods, but Harry killed them."
Sirius came over and gently extracted
Harry from Menolly's arms, walking a short distance away with them.
"Were they attacking you?" Harry asked, the moment they were out of earshot.
"No, it was just chance that brought them, I'm fairly sure – they still think that we are at Black Manor, the last one saw me and said that there were people waiting at Black Manor for me, but what was I doing here," Sirius replied wearily.
Harry nodded. "I didn't get that from the ones in the woods – there were four of them, but then, I never gave them the chance," he said.
Sirius sighed. "Well, we can get insurance on this place, but maybe it'd be a good idea to move from here?"
"Maybe … we can tell the agent that we do not trust the area, they give us the money back and we go buy a new place, sound good?" Harry replied.
"Yeah, but for now, I'm sure that Bella will let us stay with her for a few days, Ron and Hermione will have to go back to the Burrow tomorrow morning, I think … it's a good thing they never brought too much stuff with them!"
Harry nodded and they went back over to the group of people – Aurors were Apparating on the scene, asking them questions hard and fast, though it didn't seem to be doing much good, because they were all in a state of shock.
"Get them to Bella's," Sirius muttered to Harry, and strode forward, catching the leader by the arm and tugging him towards the house, paying no attention to the mans questions.
Harry used a summoning charm to bring his phoenix out of the ruins, casting the invisibility one over it at the same time. "Come one guys," he said to his family, "let's go the Bella's."
Everyone followed him, Harry wasn't sure that Menolly had even heard, but Elisa was leading her gently by the arm. Bella had seen the smoke as was already coming to see if they were alright – they met her half way.
"Come on, we'll get you inside, and a nice warm cup of tea, Menny dear," she said, helping Menolly into a chair. "You lot find seats and try to relax," she ordered the teenagers, who obeyed quickly.
Soon they all had cups of tea in front of them, Harry lifted his and sipped it gently, though he was calm enough already – he was a Seeker, as was Sirius, and things like this was what they were trained for.
Harry wished that his thoughts were not so cold, wished that he could retreat into the welcome arms of hysteria or shock, but such things now where beyond him, and in most cases he was glad.
It was not long before Sirius came inside as well, looking weary. "The Aurors are going to talk to the Muggle Affairs Minister," he was looking at Menolly but addressing the whole group. "They'll act as a go between and organise this … insurance stuff."
Harry, Hermione and Elisa nodded in understanding, Ron gave Sirius a blank look, and Menolly blinked. "Can we stay here for a little while?" Sirius asked Arabella imploringly.
"Of course, Sirius. You are welcome to stay here as long as you need to. Now, I'll just put some dinner on for you, that'll help you all!" She strode over to the stove and grabbed various different bits and pieces for a meal and set about making it.
The four teenagers wandered outside to sit on the porch, they could see the smoke rising in the distance, and the screams of Muggle sirens going to investigate.
"The Aurors will wipe their memories and leave some other memory there for them to tell the public," Harry remarked. "Something that will let us get out of here easily with no questions asked."
They nodded in agreement. "What a horrible
thing to happen, and we haven't even been able to stay for long either,"
Hermione said with a sigh. "Maybe you could come over to the Weasley's for a
while?"
"No, I don't think there'd be enough
room," Harry replied, looking at Ron, who nodded. "Oh well, Eli and I can come
over for a few days once we've found a new place."
Ron and Hermione smiled at the thought. "That'd be great, I'd hate to see what you two did to Fred and George!" Hermione said enthusiastically, since she was getting very bored of being pranked on.
Harry and Elisa laughed in agreement, just as Arabella called out that dinner was ready, and they scrambled inside – they were getting very hungry now.
After dinner the teenagers all camped on Arabella's floor and introduced Ron to the wonders of television. This, he told them later, was one of the few Muggle inventions that he liked, and could use – a combination that was very rare.
They slept soundly that night and woke late the next morning, to the sound of Menolly singing in the kitchen. "Seems like she's over it," Harry remarked to Elisa.
"Yeah, nothing much can keep mom down for long!" Elisa replied, grinning. "I bags first shower!" then she was up and running for the shower so that no one could beat her there and have first shower.
Harry, Ron and Hermione stood up, stretching and headed into the kitchen. "I used the fire to contact your parents," Menolly told Ron, "and you're due back home around twelve, which means you've got two hours to eat and say goodbye. Plenty of time, and we'll be coming over to see you in a week or so, or for Harry's birthday, since that'll be coming up soon."
Ron nodded and Hermione began to set the table, just as Elisa bounded into the room, hair still wet, the sound of the shower came on again. "Dad," Elisa said, jerking her head in the direction she'd come in.
Harry sighed. "That means we can say goodbye to any chance of getting a shower ourselves," he remarked.
"No it isn't, you just have to know Sirius from school to get him out of there," Menolly said, smiling. "Sirius honey! Pancakes! If you don't get out of there, they'll go cold!" she yelled up the stairs.
Almost immediately the shower went off, just as Menolly put the first pancakes on the table, and Sirius hurtled into the room a moment later, nearly tripping over one of the cats.
He threw himself into a seat at the table and grabbed the top pancake. The teenagers all burst out laughing, and Harry headed up for the next shower, since it'd be a while before all of the pancakes were done, and he didn't think he really wanted to contest with Sirius in the pancake area.
He came down after a quick shower which made him feel a lot better, and met Hermione on her way up. "Don't even try and get a pancake when Sirius is reaching for one," she warned.
Harry nodded in thanks for warning and walked into the kitchen. Elisa and Sirius seemed to have started a competition about who could eat the most pancake the fastest.
"If you need to get Sirius to do anything, promise him pancakes … the same works for Eli, I think she must have inherited it," Menolly said, smiling.
"You feel ok?" Harry asked her.
"Yes, I'm fine, I was just a little shocked, from yesterday – I thought you might be dead, when we could find you, but I'm fine now," Menolly assured him.
Finally Harry saw a break in the pancakes and snatched a few for his own plate, sitting down beside Ron.
"Not much of a visit, this one, was it?" He remarked with a faint sigh.
"It's fine, it's the Death Eaters that stuffed it up, not us," Ron said with a shrug. "They're stuffing everything up everywhere …"
Harry nodded in agreement, glad that his best friend had gotten over the jealous stage he'd had a while ago, what with everything that had happened, he'd obviously realised that Harry's life wasn't that great after all, and that they all needed to be as close as possible what with everything that was going on in the world now.
Hermione came downstairs and Ron went for a shower, Harry and Hermione left Sirius and his daughter to their competition, and Menolly to see that they obeyed the rules.
"Are you alright Harry?" Hermione asked him, and Harry looked up in surprise.
"Of course," he said. "Why?"
"Well, with everything that's happened, no ones stopped to see if you were alright, you killed those men, surely that effected you?" Hermione replied.
"I suppose it does," Harry said slowly. "But I never really stopped to think, and I haven't really yet … I guess I was kind of afraid to. But they are Death Eaters, Hermione, and I do not think of them as human beings – it makes fighting them easier. No human being could do what they do."
Hermione nodded her understanding. "I suppose that I should probably learn to think that way too," she remarked. "Sorry for mentioning it, I guess it's a bit of a touchy subject."
"Not really … just something I'd rather avoid, if I can. It makes me feel something of a monster, sometimes," Harry replied.
"A killer you may be, sometimes, Harry, but a monster is something that you could never be, even going to the Seekers Academy couldn't rid you of your internal honour and courage to stand and fight … in some ways, I think it only made it stronger. Never think of yourself as a monster, you are doing what is right for you, and what is right for many others. I won't say that you are doing the right thing, because there is no 'right' in this matter …" Hermione told him firmly.
"My mind understands that, Hermione, truly it does, but my heart still suffers from it, more than I'll ever admit to anyone. Until you've killed another person, simply for the reason that they fight against you, you won't know what I feel – pray that you never have to."
At that moment Ron entered and broke the foreboding spell that their conversation had brought them to. "Want to try and wrestle some more pancakes out of Eli and Sirius's clutches?" he asked them with a good natured smile.
Laughing, the three old friends entered the kitchen. Sirius and Elisa were leaning on the table groaning, and Menolly was washing up, paying no attention to their moans and begs for her to kill them.
Harry, Ron and Hermione flopped into chairs and laughed at their dilemma. "Who won?" Harry asked them.
"It was a draw," Menolly told him from the sink. "And now they are both sick. You two, go and lie down, now!" she added at the groaning pair, who were only too happy to comply with her orders.
"Surely you could give them something to ease that?" Hermione half asked half stated.
"Of course I could, but I'm not going to – they brought it upon themselves, acting as childishly as they did … although I'm not sure that Sirius knows any other way to act … oh well, Elisa should know better!" Menolly replied cheerily.
At that moment Arabella stumbled downstairs, bleary eyed. "I don't know how you lot can be up and about already," she remarked. "Good god! Menolly you shouldn't have made breakfast, you should have waited for me to get up!" she added, when she realised how much had happened while she slept.
"What, and left my poor family and guests to starve?" Menolly asked with a wicked grin.
Arabella laughed. "Well, you've got a point there!" She remarked.
Suddenly the burst open and Sirius and Elisa padded in, grinning happily. "Ha!" Sirius said, grinning, "You can't keep a Marauder down for long!"
The group laughed easily and Elisa slipped into a seat beside Harry, grinning happily. Menolly sighed and rolled her eyes. "Ron, Hermione, Arthur will be around to collect you soon," she told them. "Why don't you go outside and play for awhile – be careful and don't go too far from the house!"
The teenagers nodded and headed for the door. Outside, they sat on the porch and stared at nothing for quite some time. "We'll miss you," Hermione finally said, looking at both Harry and Elisa. "We really didn't get enough time to get to know you, Eli, but we'll meet up again soon enough, for Harry's birthday if nothing else."
Elisa stood up and hugged both of them, then Harry repeated the gesture, a little stiffly. "I'll miss you guys too," he told them, and there was no doubt that he meant exactly that. "Till we meet again!"
Ron and Hermione headed into the house, and Harry and Elisa flopped down on the chairs again, staring at nothing again for a little while. They could both vaguely hear Arthur arrive, and then leave again a short time later, but neither of them moved or spoke.
Finally, Harry broke the silence. "Did you like Ron and Hermione? They certainly liked you," he told his god-sister.
"I liked them a lot. They seem really nice, even though I miss my friends in America, I can see that I'll make more over here," Elisa said, thinking her answer out carefully.
Harry sensed the truth in her words, and nodded his head. "I'm glad that you like them – they're good friends, and it would be very hard to live if you hated each others guts," he remarked.
Elisa laughed. "No fear of that, Harry! Your friends are great people!" She told him, punching him lightly on the shoulder.
Sirius appeared at the doorway suddenly. "Could you two come inside, we need to talk about what's going to happen next," he said.
"Sure dad!" Elisa bounded to her feet and dashed inside, Harry at her side. Coming into the living room, they noted that Arabella had gone up to her room to read or something and give the family some time to themselves.
"What's up?" Harry asked – Sirius looked, for a change, serious.
"We were thinking of where to move, and maybe it's best that we go to the Black Manor," he said. "It could be dangerous, if Death Eaters are watching, but Black Manor has a way of protecting its own – you can't see in from the outside, and there are spells that I can activate to hide people on the grounds too, so the Death Eaters need never know that we are there, until we choose to let them know, of course. But we wanted to consult you before we did anything."
"I think it's a good idea," Harry remarked, looking around at the others. Elisa was nodding, and Menolly smiled, so Harry knew that they had talked about this before.
"That's good then, no one can get into the grounds without my permission, and Peter, while he had it once, lost it long ago," he smiled bitterly at that. Harry nodded in agreement, his now slightly more open eyes suddenly cold again.
"So when will be leaving?" Elisa asked, trying to cover the moment – her father and her god-brother scared her when they became like this.
"Soon … tomorrow maybe, or the day after. We don't want to stay here for too long, Voldemort is bound to wonder what happened to his Death Eaters, the ones that we killed, so it's best to be gone before he sends someone in to investigate," Sirius replied after a moments thought.
There was another round of nods, and they broke up again, wandering off to do whatever.
Two days later they did indeed move to Black Manor, easily avoiding the Death Eaters by travelling by Floo powder.
Harry and Elisa were delighted with the new house, endless opportunities for exploration, a Quidditch pitch and a lake to swim in – they were going to love it here.
"It's almost your sixteenth birthday, kid," Sirius remarked a day after they arrived. "Are we gonna go to the Weasley's, and when? I'll let you decide that."
"I'll talk to Ron and Hermione," he promised, Sirius nodded once, and wandered off. 'Married life is good for him,' Lily remarked.
'I'm not so sure about that …' James mumbled, starting off one of their arguments – Harry was fairly sure that James had only disagreed because it would start off an argument.
Harry raced off to find Elisa, they were going to go flying soon, even if it was just the two of them. They were looking forward to the Weasley's place, since there were lots of people there.
Back in the Manor, Menolly watched her two children – she never thought of Harry as a godson anymore, he was hers now, since Lily wasn't there for him anymore.
At the thought of Lily, grief clouded her eyes – they'd been best friends from when they were five to the night Lily had died, and Menolly had felt that she was living without half of herself for a long time after her death. That feeling had only been intensified because Sirius had been arrested.
Elisa's birth was the only thing that could have jolted her out of her depression, she thought later, so it was a very good thing that she was pregnant.
Her attention returning to her children once more, she smiled. Those two seemed joined at the hip, they were always together, laughing, joking, challenging … quite like Sirius and James had been, actually.
"Sirius, why do I get the feeling that is a reason that they are like you and James used to be?" She asked, feeling his presence behind her before he could speak or try to startle her.
He slipped his arms around her waist and watched the two teenagers playing. "Because there is … but I can't tell you what it is yet – it's forbidden." He said after a moment, she could tell by the tone of his voice that he'd been thinking hard.
"Then answer me one thing, will it hurt them?" Menolly said, not pushing her husband where he didn't want to go.
"It might," again, he'd thought it out. "But everything hurts sometimes, and what will happen to them will help a whole lot more than it would hurt."
Menolly knew she'd get no more, and left it at that. She didn't understand what was happening to her children, but if Sirius was encouraging it, then it couldn't that bad. She hoped.
Three days later they left Black Manor for the Burrow, Harry having organised for him and Elisa to stay until his birthday, and Sirius and Menolly would join them there then.
"Harry! It's so good to see you again!" Harry had forgotten that Mrs. Weasley hadn't seen him since before he went to Seekers Academy.
"Hi Mrs. Weasley, nice to see you again too," Harry said politely, smiling at her. Mrs. Weasley let him go to go and greet Elisa happily, since she'd never met the girl before.
Ron and Hermione raced into the room a moment later, skidding to a halt to avoid knocking anything over. "Harry! Elisa! You're here!" Ron panted out happily.
"They are playing a game of Quidditch and sent Ron to see if you wanted to come and play to," Hermione added from behind him, also out of breath.
"You bet we do! Bye Mrs. Weasley, nice to meet you!" Elisa said, hurtling outside, Harry hard on her heels and Ron and Hermione hurrying behind them as fast as their already tired legs would take them.
Out in the field behind the house Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, and Ginny were hovering in the air on their brooms, waiting for the others to arrive to play.
Harry and Elisa had their brooms with them, and mounted up before they'd even stopped running. Harry saw a book under one of the nearby trees, and sure enough, Hermione walked over to it, sat down and started reading.
Ron swung onto his broom and headed into the air, grinning happily. Fred and George were too busy staring at Elisa to do anything.
"It seems that they aren't immune to your looks," Harry remarked to his god-sister. "Bit of a pity, that." Elisa punched him in the arm, spun her broom around and sent one of the normal Muggle balls that were substituting for bludgers at the Twins using her broom tale as a bat.
"They'll get over it," she growled fiercely.
Harry laughed, and swooped up close to the twins to have a chat with them. "Hey Harry, is that your god-sister? She's hot," Fred said.
"She's my sister, I don't think of her that way," Harry pointed out. "And I don't think she appreciates you thinking that way either – haven't you got girlfriends already, anyway?"
"Sure we do, that doesn't stop us from thinking that she's hot," George told him, grinning. "But we'll keep our awe and appreciation of her looks inside from now on," he added, when Harry's eyes began to narrow slightly.
Harry grinned suddenly with an exaggerated change of mood. "This is fun! I get to play the protective older brother!" he said, and spiralled off to fly.
The next few days passed quickly in a flair of fun and amusement, the twins, as they'd promised Harry, didn't look at Elisa again as anything more than a friend, for which both Harry and Elisa were grateful.
The day of Harry's birthday dawned bright and sunny. Harry was awake before the rest of the house hold, and headed downstairs to settle in the Living Room while he waited for the rest of the people to come down.
Ron, Fred and George were the first of the others to come down. "Dammit! You're already up!" the Twins complained, seeing Harry wide awake and watching them with a slightly suspicious air.
"Why was I supposed to be asleep?" Harry asked in amusement.
"They wanted to give you a Weasley Family Wake Up," Ron explained. "You aren't missing out on anything, I assure you. At least, nothing Sirius hasn't done before."
Harry smiled and nodded. "Ah, then I'm just as glad that I missed out. Sirius's wake up calls were bad enough, so I started waking up early, in other words, before he could get up and wake me up."
Fred and George shrugged – they'd missed on this chance of a prank, but a lot more would opportunities would present themselves. Harry was thinking that it was nearly time to get them back for all of the times they'd tried to prank him this visit – so far he'd foiled every attempt, though most of the time he pretended that he didn't know what was happening.
They all settled down to wait for the rest of the family to wake up and come down. Percy was going to be there, Harry thought, not sure if this was a good or bad thing. Apparently the Twins had been pranking on him a lot lately, so if Harry threw one in, the suspicions would lie on the twins, not him.
On the other hand, Harry would still have to put up with his boring speeches – he'd been away so far this visit, out at the Ministry, but he'd been working hard on various reports, and liked to tell his family exactly what they were about, who they were to be given to, and how many people would find the information interesting. Mrs. Weasley was the only person who actually listened, according to the twins. Even Hermione found something else to do.
Percy never seemed to notice, if you took the twins accounts for correct, and Harry did, in this instance, because what little Hermione had said seemed to point to the same ideas.
It wasn't much later that Mrs. Weasley came downstairs, all smiles and wishes of a happy birthday to Harry, she immediately headed into the kitchen to begin cooking breakfast.
Almost on her tail came Hermione and Elisa, who'd shared a room. Both came over and hugged Harry. "You'll get your presents later, when my parents arrive," Elisa told him.
It wasn't much longer before the rest of the family was up and about, the first thing any of them did was wish Harry a happy birthday. Harry felt almost confused – his last birthday had been at Seekers Academy, and no one there (except, of course, Sirius) had known it was his birthday.
Before then his birthday's had never been made a fuss of – sure, he'd gotten presents, but there had been no one around to actually go through the motions of a 'proper' birthday.
It was all a little overwhelming, but Harry was coping well enough for the moment. Sirius and Menolly arrived not long after, just as breakfast was being served. Sirius, sensing his godson's confusion over the events, just rested a friendly hand on his arm in greeting. Harry looked at him and smiled gratefully.
For breakfast they had delicious pancakes, cereals, toast … everything Harry could think of. He wasn't sure how Mrs. Weasley had managed to cook it all … but then again, with magic, very little was impossible.
After that Harry left the house for a run, knowing that they'd want to get him out of the way to decorate and bring out gifts and such. He was kind of relieved about that, running far and fast, he forgot his discomfort with the things that every other child his age would take for granted.
It was almost an hour later when Harry returned, not in the least bit sweaty or out of breath, his clothes looking as if he'd just put them on – it had taken a few charms to take care of the clothes and sweat, but nothing particularly difficult.
Inside he was once more overwhelmed by the new experiences, when everyone cheered and fussed over him, sang 'Happy Birthday' and gave him presents, Harry also realised very quickly that all of the Young Phoenixes and the Order of the Phoenix was there as well, making the amount of presents more than he'd even seen Dudley ever get.
There were far too many presents to list, but some of them were a complete set of pranks from Fred and George from their almost-formed shop, which would be setting up on Diagon Alley in October, several books on various magics from Hermione that were new releases which Harry hadn't read, a set of Quidditch Balls from Sirius – Black Manor had a set, but they were old and loosing their magic, and locket that had once been his mother's from Menolly.
After that there was cake, partying, and eventually a fully fledged Quidditch League, since there were so many people. It combined to make one of the best days of Harry's life, if one of the more confusing ones.
The Young Phoenixes caught up with each other and the ones that had left Hogwarts told the others a little bit about their jobs – most of them had joined the Aurors, until Harry finished his idea with the schools.
When it was over, Harry felt almost surprised to realise that he would miss it, and wished that it would last longer, but shrugged it off as being part of the 'birthday thing' as he referred to it in his mind.
Along with Sirius, Menolly and Elisa, Harry left the Burrow that night, promising to come back and visit soon, and definitely before they met up to go to Diagon Alley.
From the windows of his bedroom, Harry could see the Death Eaters standing guard on the house, probably wondering why Sirius Black and Harry Potter were not coming home … he wondered what Voldemort would be doing about it all, he'd probably be in a right temper.
Harry was quite right – Voldemort was in quite a temper about the Manor guard. "You fools!" he shrieked at them, having called them away from the house not an hour after Harry thought of the question himself.
"Can't you see that they aren't there anymore? They've left, and, like the fools – the utter idiots – that you are, you stayed guarding an empty house! Imbeciles! Why must I always be the one to think of these things?"
Harry, having fallen asleep, watching the exchange and tried hard to keep from laughing. His parents that thought that it might be a good idea to let him see this dream – besides, it was a funny one.
While Voldemort berated his followers for following the orders that he'd given them, and got the whole story wrong – though obviously he didn't know that – Harry had to laugh.
Suddenly Harry sensed the presence that he'd become incredibly familiar with in the last weeks, Elisa. He turned around to see her there, eyes wide in her pale face. "Harry? Where are we? Is that Voldemort? What I am doing here … what are you doing here?"
"You're asleep, Eli. This is a dream, a true dream. We are watching what is actually happening with Voldemort at the moment. I can see it because my scar links me to him, but I'm not sure what you are doing here," Harry told her. "Do you know how to wake up?"
"Do I pinch myself?" She asked doubtfully.
"No. Um… I'm not sure how to explain this … look, take my hand and we'll go back together," Harry offered, holding out his hands.
Without a pause, she latched onto his hands, her normal out-goingness and easy courage subdued by the unfamiliar and scary events of the dream.
Lily and James brought them back, as they'd brought Harry there, since they were guarding his dreams. When he woke up, he was sitting by the window in one of the many living rooms in the Black Manor. Elisa had just sat up on the couch, eyes still surprised.
Harry looked out the window and saw that the Death Eater guards had disappeared. He wasn't going to put his trust on the fact that Voldemort would leave them be, the Dark Lord could easily decide to bring them back again, but they were gone for the moment.
"I just had a really odd dream," Elisa remarked, coming to stand by his side and look outside with him.
"Did it involve me, a man you thought, and I told you, was Voldemort, a load of Death Eaters and me going on about dreams and scars?" Harry asked, slightly amused.
"How did you know that?"
"It was a real dream. What I told you, was what actually happened," Harry replied.
"Wicked," Elisa remarked, grinning.
"But do you know how you got there?" Harry asked her, wanting to satisfy his own curiosity, which was eating at him – he'd never seen another person in his dreams, and he'd only ever heard his parents.
"Um … well, I think it has something to do with another dream I had on my fifteenth birthday, last year," Elisa said, thoughtfully.
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