A/N: I wanted to say thank you to a new Beta of mine…her name, on fanfiction, is Nymphadora Tonks1. I also Beta her works and believe me when I say that she has some phenomenal plots!…so, go check out some of her works, okay?
It had been two, long weeks since Hermione's funeral.
Ron had not spoken for a full ten days. On the tenth day, he was sitting in the Gryffindor common room sitting with Harry, Ginny and Draco. Ginny and Draco were playing wizard's chess. Ron and Harry were sitting side by side on a nearby loveseat. Harry was watching Draco and Ginny play. Ron was staring at the floor in front of him, much like he had for the last eleven days.
Draco took his knight and moved in the "L" pattern that governs a knight's movements – two spaces to the left and one up, capturing a pawn. Ginny watched the movement with a quick smile. She hastily grabbed her queen and took his knight.
"Check" she replied.
Draco sighed dramatically and said humorously, "Where did you learn to play, you Gryffindor witch?"
Ginny cocked her head towards Ron and said, "From the master, my brother, Ron Weasley."
Upon hearing his name, Ron looked up and stared intently at Ginny. He looked at her like this for several minutes, and then looked to Harry. In that instant, it seemed he grasped reality and said in a sorrowful voice, "Hermione."
Harry, who had been diligently watching the game, turned and stared at Ron in shock. Ron gave him a slight warning by falling forward before he collapsed in Harry's arms. They both fell to the floor and sobbed for what seemed like hours. Once they had cried themselves out, they calmly got up, splashed some water on their faces in the restroom and went to dinner.
Everyone at the Gryffindor looked up in shock at the sight of Harry and Ron actually coming to the Great Hall for dinner. Before anyone could say anything inappropriate, Ginny gave them all a nasty glare and a slight negative shake of the head from behind Harry and Ron. Draco and Ginny sat across from Harry and Ron at the Gryffindor table. The conversation was light, but continuous.
Soon, dinner was over and they returned to the Gryffindor common room. Ron asked Draco if he would like to play Wizard's chess. Draco agreed and soon they were embroiled in a tense game.
Meanwhile, Ginny and Harry sat on the loveseat facing the chess game and quietly watched. At some point during the game, Harry had placed his head on Ginny's shoulder and, after not sleeping well for days, finally fell asleep.
Draco threw a few annoyed glares toward Ginny and Harry, but did not say anything aloud. Ginny would blow him a kiss after each glare and he would immediately stop glaring and give her a sweet smile.
The game continued on with everyone being fairly quiet. The match was intense and Draco and Ron were really putting a lot of effort in to beating the other person.
Some time later, Harry lifted his head up from Ginny's shoulder and screamed. His scream caused all of the others, Draco, Ron and Ginny to jump in surprise.
"Harry, are you all right?" Ginny asked, while tentatively touching his arm.
Harry turned to Ginny and shook his head in a negative manner. Ginny grabbed his hand in comfort and waited for him to respond.
"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked.
Harry gave her an intense look, turned to Draco and Ron and gave them the same intense glare. He then began to speak, "I had a weird dream. I was sailing across a river in a small dinghy. The water was black. The sky was clear and white. My dinghy was grey. I was grey. The sun was black. The fish swimming in the water were iridescent white. I sat in my dinghy for what seemed like hours; I was waiting for something. I had no idea what exactly I was waiting for, but I knew had to wait precisely where I was. Then, out of nowhere, this large figure arrived in the sky. At first I thought it was a large bird, but after a second glance, I knew it to be a large bat. It was black, had an unusually large wingspan…probably about three meters from tip to tip. The bat flew in low almost hitting me in the head. It then flew up in to an arch and came back towards me. The bat like creature stopped directly in front of me and began speaking. It told me that I am the fulcrum. What the hell is that? A fulcrum…? He continued by saying that I am Harry the Grey. My powers are impressive, but not the best. He also stated that my power of persuasion is greater than my power of self. That the tides will change from beyond, and I will find myself on the sacrifice of others, and eventually have the life I need; the life I want. The bat then gave a nod and flew off into the sky, disappearing completely a few minutes later."
Harry stopped talking and rubbed his eyes in an exasperated way. He sighed loudly and began again, "It was so cold. Everything around me was still, as if I was numb…to everything. The only thing with heat was myself. I was the only thing that could affect…anything there. Merlin, what the hell is going on?"
"It was just a dream." Ron said with a hint of concern in his voice.
"No. No, it was not just a dream. I could feel this throughout my being. It was even more powerful than the connection my scar had with Voldemort. This was NOT just a dream."
"Do you think it means something, Harry?" Draco asked.
"Yeah, I think it does. I just don't know what."
Ginny sat there listening to Harry talk about his dream. She then recalled the Prophecy and her eyes darted to Draco's. He caught her look and raised an eyebrow in a questioning manner.
"Ginny?" Draco inquired to his wife.
Ginny extricated herself from holding Harry's hand and ran towards the exit of Gryffindor Tower.
"Ginny!" Draco yelled running after her. He caught up with her just as she was about to go through the hole.
He turned her to him and said, "Ginny, what's wrong? Where are you going?"
"To Dumbledore, come on, I'll explain when we get there."
Draco nodded and followed her through the passageway and headed to Professor Dumbledore's office.
Once at the entrance, Ginny said the password, "Brickle."
The stone gargoyle statues moved and revealed the circular stairway that led to the office. Ginny and Draco quickly jumped on the rotating stone and rode most of the way up to the office. With a soft knock on the door and enter called out, Ginny and Draco entered the office.
Dumbledore, sitting at his desk, gave Ginny and Draco a nod in greeting. Also in the room were the Snape brothers and Professor Flitwick, the Charms professor.
Draco and Ginny quickly greeted everyone in the room and then Ginny informed them why they had come to see the Headmaster.
"Headmaster," Ginny began, "We have reason to believe that another part of the prophecy has been revealed."
"We do?" Draco inquired, then immediately corrected himself, "I mean- we do!"
Dumbledore gave Draco a smile while the other Professors in the room hid their smiles behind their hands. Meanwhile, Dumbledore gestured for Ginny to continue.
"Do you remember the part of the Prophecy that spoke of the 'one of grey'?"
"Yes, do you think that person has been revealed, Mrs. Malfoy?" Dumbledore asked while looking over his spectacles.
"Yes sir, I think that Harry is the 'one of grey' and I believe that for several reasons. Do you still have the tome here, sir?"
"Yes of course." Dumbledore said as he turned and retrieved the massive tome. He then placed it on his desk and turned it so that Ginny would be able to read it. Ginny placed her wand over the tome and muttered a simple enchantment that allowed you to quickly find something in a book. The pages in the book quickly flew to the correct spot and stopped. Ginny leaned over and silently read the prophecy again.
After a few moments, Dumbledore asked, "Mrs. Malfoy, do you see anything?"
"Yes, sir, I am just not sure how to take it. Let me read you the excerpt,
'The one that ceases will become the moon and the tides will change. Conflict and war always have two sides, yet it is not black and white. Grey will reign supreme for a time.
The one of Grey will have to choose. His choice is his and his alone. The one of Grey will be known and is known, just not realized. Once the realization comes to pass, the conflict will surmount to levels never seen before.'
Don't you see, Professors? Harry is known. He can see the world in black and white and make himself grey. He IS the 'one of grey.'"
"I concur, Mrs. Malfoy; I concur." Dumbledore responded.