Chapter Twenty: She Sleeps
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, so please don't press charges. You can have my junk mail. Thats all I have to give.
A/N: Thank you all for enjoying thus far. Please see the bottom as usual for my much longer author's note. Enjoy!
Cal and Reagan were sitting alone at a table in the library, both hard at work studying for their Charms O.W.L. Cal was going over flash cards, matching charms to their incantations and he was watching Reagan out of the corner of his eye. She had been staring at the same parchment for over an hour, reading and rereading the same passage. Ever few minnutes she shook her head and started back at the top.
Cal didn't say anything. He knew why she was like this. It had been going on for two weeks, exactly to the day. Reagan was a zombie, a comepltly lifeless emotional wreck, and he was trying to be the stronger one of the two of them.
But he couldn;t stand it much more. He quietly cried himslef to sleep each night, hoping that he wouold wake up and it would all have been a horrible dream. Each morining when he heard the other boysin his dormitry start to get up he tried to convince himslef that nothing bad had happened.
"Should we let him sleep longer?" Hayden Thomas would ask.
"I don't know." It was ususaly Duncan who Hasyden was talling too, and sometimes Ethan would reply with,
"A little longer."
They all knew he didn't sleep. They knew that he was upset. Cal would shut his eyes tighter, bloking out the morning glow of light creaping in through the cracks in his bed curtains. And then he would give up. He would face the facts and admit to himself that he was never going to see her agian.
Josian Malfoy was dead.
"Are you finished with this, Cal?" Bolton Stumps asked, and Cal looked at him and nodded He handed him the Charms textbook, and glanced back at Reagan. She was still staring at her parchment, and it didn't seem that she knew anyone else was in the same room.
Cal sighed and looked back at his note cards.
Wingardium Leviosa.... Levitation Charm
Reducio... Shrinking Charm
Accio...Summoning Charm
Cal looked up suddenly and looked at Reagan. He watched her closer and realized that she was crying. She had turned the page in her notes, and the new parchment was soaked with tears. He leaned closer and saw that there were other scribbles around her notes. He moved next to her and put his arm around her. She didn't move towards him, but didn't move away either. He took the parchment from her and could see what had made her cry. Around the edges of the parchment, the blurred scribbles were actually notes Josie and Reagan had been writing to each other in class.
Help me with this one, k? Cal recognized Josie's handwriting even though it was blurred.
It easy, but I'll help you. Reagan wrote back.
We have practice tonight.
I know.
When are you going to help me?
We have time.
The O.W.L.s are coming up.
We have time!
I just want to do good. I want to bring home better O.W.L. scores than my brothers. Maybe it will make my dad lighten up more.
I doubt that would work.
Cal could picture that day in Charm class, and how Josie had looked when she laughed. It had startled Professor Brocklehurst, and the chalk that had been writing on the blackboard wrote a large AAAHHH!!! on the board.
Stop writting on my paper!
If I write on mine, I won't know whats going on. You take better notes that I do.
Pay attention and your notes would be fine.
True. So will you help me with my O.W.Ls?
Yes I'll help you. Of course.
"That was right before the Quidditch Cup, wasn't it?" Cal asked.
"Yeah," Reagan whispered, siffling. "She wanted more than anything to make her dad happy."
"And some people thought you two didn't have anything in common," Cal teased.
"Some people didn't get it," Reagan replied. "But we clicked. We both had something to prove."
"And me?" Cal asked.
"Well you got knocked over by a girl on your first day," Reagan said. "You and I were just bound to be friends."
"That train was very unstable," Cal said in his defense. "Besides, I could have not been friends with you... It would have been hard, but I could have at least tried."
Reagan smiled. "You were hooked."
Cal looked at her and a shadow of a smile passed across his face. "Yeah I was."
Reagan looked at her hands and sighed.
"I know how much it must hurt you, Cal," she said. "You... I know you thought differently of her than I did."
Cal nodded. "Yeah I did. She was a friend to both of us but..."
"To you she was something more," Reagan finished for him and he noddedd. "You'll find that again."
"I hope so," he sid. "But nothing will come even close to her. Josie was... contagious."
Reagan laughed. "Yes she was."
"And evereyone liked her, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin alike. Everyone knew she was different from her family, from her last name."
"Its kind of ironic," Reagan said. "In medi-evil times they used to kill the children who were different. Squibs got the most hatred, because they were the most obvious. But even if the child had a different color hair, or had great magical power at an early age, they would kill them. To them they were agents of a dark power who was posing as their child to trick them. So they killed them before they could prove they were worthy of their love."
"How do you know that?" Cal asked.
"I pay attention in History of Magic," Reagan replied. "Its ironic because Josie was different from the rest of her family, and she died before she prove to her father and to her family that she was a Malfoy, and they she was worthy of their love."
"Its their loss they didn't know before."
"And now they'll never know her," Reagan said and sighed. "I think I'm done for the night. I don't want to come across anymore doodles and loose it again." Cal nodded and helped her pack up the notes and books scattered across the table.
"I miss her," Cal said as they were walking out of the library.
"I do too," Reagan said. They walked back to Gryffindor Tower in silence, both contemplating the irony Reagan had just stubled across.
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"Trevor, thank you for walking me to my dormitry," Reagan said, taking her books from him.
"Its okay," Trevor replied. "Do you have any studying to do?"
"No," she said. "All I have left is Potions, and I know everything by heart."
"Well, good luck tomorrow," he said and paused. "You should go get some sleep."
"Sleep?" Reagan laughed. "I'll try."
"Reagan you need sleep."
"Yes Trevor, I know," Reagan replied and turning towards the portrait hole. "Its just not that easy. I'll see you tomorrow, Trevor."
"Reagan, talk to me," Trevor said, pulling her back.
"What do you want me to say?!" Reagan asked.
"Something! Anything!" Trevor cried. "Reagan, it hurts me to see you like this. Let me help you."
"Trevor, as soon as you can go back in time and change what has already happened, let me know," Reagan said. She was crying now, and she wiped away the tears running down her face. "The past can't be changed, and I have to deal with that. The things I see when I close my eyes also can't be changed, and I'm learning to deal with that too."
"By not sleeping?"
"Whatever helps me not see see her dead and bloody body every time I close my eyes!," Reagan said, tear still falling down her face. "Let me worry about myself. Be my friend, Trevor, and don't turn into a parent."
"Being your friend entiles me to worry about you," Trevor said.
"Then don't be my friend," Reagan replied. "Whatever it takes to get you off my back. I get enough of it from everyone else. I had hoped that you wouldn't be like them."
"We're worried about you!"
"Don't be," Reagan said. "I can take care of myself. I can handle this."
"Not alone you can't."
"I don't see anyone qualified enough to help me," Reagan said. "Good night Trevor." She left Trevor standing alone in the hall as she passed into the Gryffindor common room.
Five minutes later, Trevor was pounding on the office door of Professor Lupin.
"Yes?!" Professor Lupin cried, wretching the door open.
"Professor, I need to speak with you," Trevor said.
"I figured as much," Professor Lupin said, and held the door for Trevor to pass.
"I can't stand this!" Trevor cried, walking into the room. "She can't just..." Trevor stopped when he realized who was in his professor's office.
"Its nice to see you again, Trevor," Harry Potter said, and shook Trevor's hand.
"I'm so sorry," Trevor appologized to Reagan's parents. "I didn't know you were here. I can come back tomorrow."
"Its quite all right," Reagan's mother said. "You seem to be here for the same reason we are."
"Harry and Ginny arrived a few moments ago," Professor Lupin explained to Trevor, and handed him a cup of tea.
"You seem to be as concerned for our daughter as we are," Harry said.
"I am worried about her," Trevor admitted.
"She writes us," Ginny said. "More than she used to actually. But its nonsence really. Sometimes she writes the same thing three times in a row, or tells us something she had already told us."
"Does she talk to you?" Harry asked.
"No," Trevor replied. "Not like she used to at least. Tonight she told me to stop being her friend if I intend on worrying about her."
"You know she doesn't mean it," Ginny said.
Trevor nodded. "I know. Lately I've just been taking whatever she says in stride. Not much of it makes sense. Sometimes she'll start to ask something and stop and just stare."
"She's been distant in class as well," Professor Lupin said. "She's normally one of the brightest students, and now she's handing in mediocure work, and not paying attention in class."
"She'll come out of it," Harry said.
"When?" Trevor asked. "Its been two weeks already."
"You can't expect her to get over it this fast can you?" Harry asked him.
"Of course not," he replied. "But she's falling apart. She's not eating. She's not sleeping. She doesn't respond in class. She doesn't want to go fly on her broom. She doesn't want to see anyone. Can't you give her something?"
"And what would you have us give her?" Harry asked.
"Something to help her sleep," Trevor replied. "That would be a start."
"Trevor we can't," Ginny said. "She has to get through it on her own."
"Do you know what she told me tonight?" Trevor asked. "She said that she sees Josie where ever she goes. And not a living Josie. She sees Josie's dead body the way it was that day. Everytime she closes her eyes. She's terrified to sleep, to blink, to stop and think about what she's doing by denying herself these things. She can't be expected to do this on her own."
"We can't keep her drugged up for the rest of her life," Harry said.
"I know!" Trevor cried. "But something to help her! She's in pain! She can't handle this alone!"
"Trevor," Ginny said. "We know. We don't like seeing her like this either."
"Could we arrange some sort of dreamless sedative, Remus?" Harry asked.
"We could," Professor Lupin replied. "But she won't take it."
"She won't let anyone help her," Trevor said. "But if she didn't know about it..."
"Are you saying we trick her into taking it?" Harry asked.
"Well," Trevor started. "I am a Slytherin. I wouldn't put it past me."
"Is there a law against that, Remus?" Harry asked. "Giving someone a sedative without their knowedge?"
"I doubt it," Professor Lupin said. "Besides, she's your daughter. How do you suggest we do this?"
"There's plenty of time for her to sleep on the trip back to King Cross on Saturday," Harry said. "I don't know how excited she'll be about sleeping on a train agian."
"We could slip it into her breakfast," Trevor said. "I could bring her tea or something."
"Won't she be suspicious?" Harry asked.
"If you let her be," Ginny said, looking at her husband.
"You want me to convince her to not be suspicious?" Harry asked. "Through our Connection?"
"Well, she won't know its you convinving her," Ginny said. "She'll just think its a good idea at the time."
"It could work," Harry said.
"I'll speak with Professor Abbott and have her mix one up," Professor Lupin said and checked his watch. "Trevor, I must insist that you get off to your common room, I dare say that you still have studying to do? Let me write you a note incase you come across a teacher in the corridor."
"I just need to review my notes, really," Trevor said.
"What O.W.L. do you have tomorrow, Trevor?" Harry asked.
"Defense Against the Dark Arts," he replied. "It won't be that bad."
"That one was my best O.W.L.s you know," Harry said. "Say, can you produce a corporal Patronus?"
Trevor blinked a few times. "Actually, I can. Its an eagle."
"Let the judge know you can produce one," Harry said. "You'll get extra points."
"I will," Trevor said, taking his note from Professor Lupin. "Thank you."
"You're helping my daughter in more ways than you know," Harry said. "Its not much for me to pass on O.W.L. secrets."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Two days later, Trevor was watching Reagan from a distance, watching and waiting for her to start to drift off to sleep. He had slipped a good dossage of a Dreamless Sleeping Draft into her tea that morning and was waiting for it to take effect.
He helped her out of the carriage, ignoring her bantering about how he was fussing over her. They boarded the train, and he carried her trunk for her, walking along behind her as she searched for an empty compartment.
"Is there a reason you are babysitting me, Trevor?" Reagan asked, sitting down. "Don't you have first years to look after?"
"Not yet," he said, handing her Eclipse's basket. "Besides, I'm not babysitting you, Reagan."
"Right," Reagan said.
Trevor exchanged a glance with Cal, who was in on the plan to get Reagan to sleep.
"Here, Reagan," Cal said, as Reagan sleepily tried to put the basket on the rack above her. She stumbled and Trevor caught her, moving her onto the seat next to the window.
"Honeslty, Trevor," Reagan said, and sat up.
"Are you all right?" Trevor asked. "You seem a bit tired."
"I'm fine," she replied.
"All right then," Trevor said and stood up. "Let me know if you need anything."
"I will," she said and slumped against the window. "Oh, Trevor?"
Trevor stopped and turned around. Reagan managed to stand and walk over to him. She leaned against him, and put her arms around him.
"I'm sorry about what I said the other night," she whispered. "I need you as my friend."
"Its all right, Reagan," he replied.
"I just wanted you to know," she whispered and sighed. "I am so tired. But I can't sleep. I don't want to see it."
"Just relax, Reagan," Trevor said and moved her back to the window.
"Sit with me till I fall asleep," Reagan said.
"I will," Trevor replied. She leaned up against him, striving to keep her eyes open. As they pulled out of Hogsmead station, the train began to move in its familiar motions, and Cal mouthed that her eyes were closed.
"At last," Trevor said, leaning her up against the window. "She sleeps."
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"Reagan," someone was saying and Reagan jumped. Her eyes flew open and she blinked, allowing her eyes to adjust to the light.
"Trevor," Reagan said, rubbing her eyes. "Has the witch with the treats come by yet? I feel like some pumpkin juice."
Trevor laughed. "She came a long time ago. We're back in London already."
"London!" Reagan exclaimed. "What happened?"
"You fell asleep," Trevor explained.
"I... I did?"
"Its okay, Reagan," Trevor said. "All the students have already gotten off the train. Your parents are waiting for you."
Reagan nodded and stood up slowly. Trevor held her arm, holding her like she was going to fall. "I'm okay, Trevor."
"I just want to be sure," he replied. "Come on, your trunk and everything is already off the train."
"How come you're waking me now?"
"I wanted to let you sleep as long as possible," he replied.
"Thank you," she said and stopped. She caught his hand and pulled him back to her. "Did I apologize to you yet?"
"For what?"
"For what I said the other night," she replied. "I didn't mean it."
Trevor smiled and kissed her forehead. "I know you didn't."
"I think I'm going to need you a lot this summer," Reagan said.
"I'll be here," Trevor said. "When you're ready to talk."
Reagan smiled. "Thank you."
"You are very welcome," Trevor said. "Now come on, your father might start to get worried and send a whole troop of Aurors in after us."
Reagan laughed and followed Trevor through the train, the crowded platform, the magical barrier and into the arms of her parents.
Author Note: After some re-tweaking, this story lost a chapter. It will be in the opening chapter of this fic's sequel. So this is the final chapter of "Dreams" (tear). But there is still the epilogue, so look for that in the next week or so!! Review please!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, so please don't press charges. You can have my junk mail. Thats all I have to give.
A/N: Thank you all for enjoying thus far. Please see the bottom as usual for my much longer author's note. Enjoy!
Cal and Reagan were sitting alone at a table in the library, both hard at work studying for their Charms O.W.L. Cal was going over flash cards, matching charms to their incantations and he was watching Reagan out of the corner of his eye. She had been staring at the same parchment for over an hour, reading and rereading the same passage. Ever few minnutes she shook her head and started back at the top.
Cal didn't say anything. He knew why she was like this. It had been going on for two weeks, exactly to the day. Reagan was a zombie, a comepltly lifeless emotional wreck, and he was trying to be the stronger one of the two of them.
But he couldn;t stand it much more. He quietly cried himslef to sleep each night, hoping that he wouold wake up and it would all have been a horrible dream. Each morining when he heard the other boysin his dormitry start to get up he tried to convince himslef that nothing bad had happened.
"Should we let him sleep longer?" Hayden Thomas would ask.
"I don't know." It was ususaly Duncan who Hasyden was talling too, and sometimes Ethan would reply with,
"A little longer."
They all knew he didn't sleep. They knew that he was upset. Cal would shut his eyes tighter, bloking out the morning glow of light creaping in through the cracks in his bed curtains. And then he would give up. He would face the facts and admit to himself that he was never going to see her agian.
Josian Malfoy was dead.
"Are you finished with this, Cal?" Bolton Stumps asked, and Cal looked at him and nodded He handed him the Charms textbook, and glanced back at Reagan. She was still staring at her parchment, and it didn't seem that she knew anyone else was in the same room.
Cal sighed and looked back at his note cards.
Wingardium Leviosa.... Levitation Charm
Reducio... Shrinking Charm
Accio...Summoning Charm
Cal looked up suddenly and looked at Reagan. He watched her closer and realized that she was crying. She had turned the page in her notes, and the new parchment was soaked with tears. He leaned closer and saw that there were other scribbles around her notes. He moved next to her and put his arm around her. She didn't move towards him, but didn't move away either. He took the parchment from her and could see what had made her cry. Around the edges of the parchment, the blurred scribbles were actually notes Josie and Reagan had been writing to each other in class.
Help me with this one, k? Cal recognized Josie's handwriting even though it was blurred.
It easy, but I'll help you. Reagan wrote back.
We have practice tonight.
I know.
When are you going to help me?
We have time.
The O.W.L.s are coming up.
We have time!
I just want to do good. I want to bring home better O.W.L. scores than my brothers. Maybe it will make my dad lighten up more.
I doubt that would work.
Cal could picture that day in Charm class, and how Josie had looked when she laughed. It had startled Professor Brocklehurst, and the chalk that had been writing on the blackboard wrote a large AAAHHH!!! on the board.
Stop writting on my paper!
If I write on mine, I won't know whats going on. You take better notes that I do.
Pay attention and your notes would be fine.
True. So will you help me with my O.W.Ls?
Yes I'll help you. Of course.
"That was right before the Quidditch Cup, wasn't it?" Cal asked.
"Yeah," Reagan whispered, siffling. "She wanted more than anything to make her dad happy."
"And some people thought you two didn't have anything in common," Cal teased.
"Some people didn't get it," Reagan replied. "But we clicked. We both had something to prove."
"And me?" Cal asked.
"Well you got knocked over by a girl on your first day," Reagan said. "You and I were just bound to be friends."
"That train was very unstable," Cal said in his defense. "Besides, I could have not been friends with you... It would have been hard, but I could have at least tried."
Reagan smiled. "You were hooked."
Cal looked at her and a shadow of a smile passed across his face. "Yeah I was."
Reagan looked at her hands and sighed.
"I know how much it must hurt you, Cal," she said. "You... I know you thought differently of her than I did."
Cal nodded. "Yeah I did. She was a friend to both of us but..."
"To you she was something more," Reagan finished for him and he noddedd. "You'll find that again."
"I hope so," he sid. "But nothing will come even close to her. Josie was... contagious."
Reagan laughed. "Yes she was."
"And evereyone liked her, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin alike. Everyone knew she was different from her family, from her last name."
"Its kind of ironic," Reagan said. "In medi-evil times they used to kill the children who were different. Squibs got the most hatred, because they were the most obvious. But even if the child had a different color hair, or had great magical power at an early age, they would kill them. To them they were agents of a dark power who was posing as their child to trick them. So they killed them before they could prove they were worthy of their love."
"How do you know that?" Cal asked.
"I pay attention in History of Magic," Reagan replied. "Its ironic because Josie was different from the rest of her family, and she died before she prove to her father and to her family that she was a Malfoy, and they she was worthy of their love."
"Its their loss they didn't know before."
"And now they'll never know her," Reagan said and sighed. "I think I'm done for the night. I don't want to come across anymore doodles and loose it again." Cal nodded and helped her pack up the notes and books scattered across the table.
"I miss her," Cal said as they were walking out of the library.
"I do too," Reagan said. They walked back to Gryffindor Tower in silence, both contemplating the irony Reagan had just stubled across.
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"Trevor, thank you for walking me to my dormitry," Reagan said, taking her books from him.
"Its okay," Trevor replied. "Do you have any studying to do?"
"No," she said. "All I have left is Potions, and I know everything by heart."
"Well, good luck tomorrow," he said and paused. "You should go get some sleep."
"Sleep?" Reagan laughed. "I'll try."
"Reagan you need sleep."
"Yes Trevor, I know," Reagan replied and turning towards the portrait hole. "Its just not that easy. I'll see you tomorrow, Trevor."
"Reagan, talk to me," Trevor said, pulling her back.
"What do you want me to say?!" Reagan asked.
"Something! Anything!" Trevor cried. "Reagan, it hurts me to see you like this. Let me help you."
"Trevor, as soon as you can go back in time and change what has already happened, let me know," Reagan said. She was crying now, and she wiped away the tears running down her face. "The past can't be changed, and I have to deal with that. The things I see when I close my eyes also can't be changed, and I'm learning to deal with that too."
"By not sleeping?"
"Whatever helps me not see see her dead and bloody body every time I close my eyes!," Reagan said, tear still falling down her face. "Let me worry about myself. Be my friend, Trevor, and don't turn into a parent."
"Being your friend entiles me to worry about you," Trevor said.
"Then don't be my friend," Reagan replied. "Whatever it takes to get you off my back. I get enough of it from everyone else. I had hoped that you wouldn't be like them."
"We're worried about you!"
"Don't be," Reagan said. "I can take care of myself. I can handle this."
"Not alone you can't."
"I don't see anyone qualified enough to help me," Reagan said. "Good night Trevor." She left Trevor standing alone in the hall as she passed into the Gryffindor common room.
Five minutes later, Trevor was pounding on the office door of Professor Lupin.
"Yes?!" Professor Lupin cried, wretching the door open.
"Professor, I need to speak with you," Trevor said.
"I figured as much," Professor Lupin said, and held the door for Trevor to pass.
"I can't stand this!" Trevor cried, walking into the room. "She can't just..." Trevor stopped when he realized who was in his professor's office.
"Its nice to see you again, Trevor," Harry Potter said, and shook Trevor's hand.
"I'm so sorry," Trevor appologized to Reagan's parents. "I didn't know you were here. I can come back tomorrow."
"Its quite all right," Reagan's mother said. "You seem to be here for the same reason we are."
"Harry and Ginny arrived a few moments ago," Professor Lupin explained to Trevor, and handed him a cup of tea.
"You seem to be as concerned for our daughter as we are," Harry said.
"I am worried about her," Trevor admitted.
"She writes us," Ginny said. "More than she used to actually. But its nonsence really. Sometimes she writes the same thing three times in a row, or tells us something she had already told us."
"Does she talk to you?" Harry asked.
"No," Trevor replied. "Not like she used to at least. Tonight she told me to stop being her friend if I intend on worrying about her."
"You know she doesn't mean it," Ginny said.
Trevor nodded. "I know. Lately I've just been taking whatever she says in stride. Not much of it makes sense. Sometimes she'll start to ask something and stop and just stare."
"She's been distant in class as well," Professor Lupin said. "She's normally one of the brightest students, and now she's handing in mediocure work, and not paying attention in class."
"She'll come out of it," Harry said.
"When?" Trevor asked. "Its been two weeks already."
"You can't expect her to get over it this fast can you?" Harry asked him.
"Of course not," he replied. "But she's falling apart. She's not eating. She's not sleeping. She doesn't respond in class. She doesn't want to go fly on her broom. She doesn't want to see anyone. Can't you give her something?"
"And what would you have us give her?" Harry asked.
"Something to help her sleep," Trevor replied. "That would be a start."
"Trevor we can't," Ginny said. "She has to get through it on her own."
"Do you know what she told me tonight?" Trevor asked. "She said that she sees Josie where ever she goes. And not a living Josie. She sees Josie's dead body the way it was that day. Everytime she closes her eyes. She's terrified to sleep, to blink, to stop and think about what she's doing by denying herself these things. She can't be expected to do this on her own."
"We can't keep her drugged up for the rest of her life," Harry said.
"I know!" Trevor cried. "But something to help her! She's in pain! She can't handle this alone!"
"Trevor," Ginny said. "We know. We don't like seeing her like this either."
"Could we arrange some sort of dreamless sedative, Remus?" Harry asked.
"We could," Professor Lupin replied. "But she won't take it."
"She won't let anyone help her," Trevor said. "But if she didn't know about it..."
"Are you saying we trick her into taking it?" Harry asked.
"Well," Trevor started. "I am a Slytherin. I wouldn't put it past me."
"Is there a law against that, Remus?" Harry asked. "Giving someone a sedative without their knowedge?"
"I doubt it," Professor Lupin said. "Besides, she's your daughter. How do you suggest we do this?"
"There's plenty of time for her to sleep on the trip back to King Cross on Saturday," Harry said. "I don't know how excited she'll be about sleeping on a train agian."
"We could slip it into her breakfast," Trevor said. "I could bring her tea or something."
"Won't she be suspicious?" Harry asked.
"If you let her be," Ginny said, looking at her husband.
"You want me to convince her to not be suspicious?" Harry asked. "Through our Connection?"
"Well, she won't know its you convinving her," Ginny said. "She'll just think its a good idea at the time."
"It could work," Harry said.
"I'll speak with Professor Abbott and have her mix one up," Professor Lupin said and checked his watch. "Trevor, I must insist that you get off to your common room, I dare say that you still have studying to do? Let me write you a note incase you come across a teacher in the corridor."
"I just need to review my notes, really," Trevor said.
"What O.W.L. do you have tomorrow, Trevor?" Harry asked.
"Defense Against the Dark Arts," he replied. "It won't be that bad."
"That one was my best O.W.L.s you know," Harry said. "Say, can you produce a corporal Patronus?"
Trevor blinked a few times. "Actually, I can. Its an eagle."
"Let the judge know you can produce one," Harry said. "You'll get extra points."
"I will," Trevor said, taking his note from Professor Lupin. "Thank you."
"You're helping my daughter in more ways than you know," Harry said. "Its not much for me to pass on O.W.L. secrets."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Two days later, Trevor was watching Reagan from a distance, watching and waiting for her to start to drift off to sleep. He had slipped a good dossage of a Dreamless Sleeping Draft into her tea that morning and was waiting for it to take effect.
He helped her out of the carriage, ignoring her bantering about how he was fussing over her. They boarded the train, and he carried her trunk for her, walking along behind her as she searched for an empty compartment.
"Is there a reason you are babysitting me, Trevor?" Reagan asked, sitting down. "Don't you have first years to look after?"
"Not yet," he said, handing her Eclipse's basket. "Besides, I'm not babysitting you, Reagan."
"Right," Reagan said.
Trevor exchanged a glance with Cal, who was in on the plan to get Reagan to sleep.
"Here, Reagan," Cal said, as Reagan sleepily tried to put the basket on the rack above her. She stumbled and Trevor caught her, moving her onto the seat next to the window.
"Honeslty, Trevor," Reagan said, and sat up.
"Are you all right?" Trevor asked. "You seem a bit tired."
"I'm fine," she replied.
"All right then," Trevor said and stood up. "Let me know if you need anything."
"I will," she said and slumped against the window. "Oh, Trevor?"
Trevor stopped and turned around. Reagan managed to stand and walk over to him. She leaned against him, and put her arms around him.
"I'm sorry about what I said the other night," she whispered. "I need you as my friend."
"Its all right, Reagan," he replied.
"I just wanted you to know," she whispered and sighed. "I am so tired. But I can't sleep. I don't want to see it."
"Just relax, Reagan," Trevor said and moved her back to the window.
"Sit with me till I fall asleep," Reagan said.
"I will," Trevor replied. She leaned up against him, striving to keep her eyes open. As they pulled out of Hogsmead station, the train began to move in its familiar motions, and Cal mouthed that her eyes were closed.
"At last," Trevor said, leaning her up against the window. "She sleeps."
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"Reagan," someone was saying and Reagan jumped. Her eyes flew open and she blinked, allowing her eyes to adjust to the light.
"Trevor," Reagan said, rubbing her eyes. "Has the witch with the treats come by yet? I feel like some pumpkin juice."
Trevor laughed. "She came a long time ago. We're back in London already."
"London!" Reagan exclaimed. "What happened?"
"You fell asleep," Trevor explained.
"I... I did?"
"Its okay, Reagan," Trevor said. "All the students have already gotten off the train. Your parents are waiting for you."
Reagan nodded and stood up slowly. Trevor held her arm, holding her like she was going to fall. "I'm okay, Trevor."
"I just want to be sure," he replied. "Come on, your trunk and everything is already off the train."
"How come you're waking me now?"
"I wanted to let you sleep as long as possible," he replied.
"Thank you," she said and stopped. She caught his hand and pulled him back to her. "Did I apologize to you yet?"
"For what?"
"For what I said the other night," she replied. "I didn't mean it."
Trevor smiled and kissed her forehead. "I know you didn't."
"I think I'm going to need you a lot this summer," Reagan said.
"I'll be here," Trevor said. "When you're ready to talk."
Reagan smiled. "Thank you."
"You are very welcome," Trevor said. "Now come on, your father might start to get worried and send a whole troop of Aurors in after us."
Reagan laughed and followed Trevor through the train, the crowded platform, the magical barrier and into the arms of her parents.
Author Note: After some re-tweaking, this story lost a chapter. It will be in the opening chapter of this fic's sequel. So this is the final chapter of "Dreams" (tear). But there is still the epilogue, so look for that in the next week or so!! Review please!
