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Chapter One"Harry! Get back!"
"Come on Harry! He's going to kill us!"
"Too late," came the cold, drawling voice.
"AVADA KADAVERA!" the voice cried.
There was a bright flash of green light.
"HARRY! NOOO!"
"Harry?!" Ron Weasley woke with a start, cold sweat dripping down his face and back. He looked around to see he was sitting in his own bed at the Burrow, safe and sound. The clock sitting on the table next to his bed read 2:18 A.M. Ron groaned and rubbed his eyes, trying to forget the haunting images that lingered in his mind. It was the third nightmare he had this week. And it was always the same.
He, Harry, and Hermione were standing in Godric's Hollow where Lily and James Potter used to live before they were murdered by Lord Voldemort, the most powerful and feared wizard in the wizarding world. They stood in the center of a circle of Death Eaters, facing the Dark Lord himself. He had been trying to kill Harry ever since their first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and now that he was restored to his body he was more determined than ever. Just this past year, while they were in their sixth year, he had finally succeeded. A flash of green light blinded them as Harry's lifeless body crumpled to the ground, eyes wide with shock. And Voldemort cackling madly as he fell to the ground also, ceasing only moments later, and disappeared. He and Hermione slumped down to their knees, trying to wake Harry up...
A choking sound escaped from Ron's throat as he tried to blink back the tears that burned his eyes. He jumped at the sound of someone knocking softly on his door.
"Come in," Ron croaked, quickly wiping his eyes on his sleeve.
As he said this, the door slowly creaked open and Mrs. Weasley stepped quietly into the room.
"Are you all right dear? I could hear you muttering in your sleep again. Another nightmare?"
Ron nodded in response.
"Oh, Ron." Mrs. Weasley walked over to Ron's bed and sat down, pulling Ron into a tight embrace, at which to her surprise he grabbed her tightly and began crying softly.
"There, there. It's all right. Shhh..." She rocked her son gently back and forth like she used to when Ron was a little boy. He was almost seventeen now, and she couldn't recall the last time he had actually cried.
She pulled away. "How about you go wash up and I'll make us some hot cocoa. How does that sound?"
Ron looked at her with watery eyes and gave a nod and weak smile to show that he had gladly accepted her offer.
"All right, I'll met you in the kitchen then." She kissed his forehead, got up from the bed, and walked silently down the stairs.
Ron got up after a few moments and made his way to the bathroom, wiping his face on his sleeve. He turned on the faucet and caught the water in his cupped hands. The cool water felt good as it splashed against his hot skin. He stood bent over the sink for a moment, letting the water drip off his face. He then straightened up and looked at his reflection in the mirror. Only he wasn't staring at a tall, lanky boy with freckles and flaming red hair. Instead he was staring at a boy with extremely untidy jet black hair and bright, vivid green eyes behind a pair of round gasses, and a thin lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead barely visible through the hair that hung in front of his eyes.
"AHHH!!!" Ron screamed as he stumbled back into the wall. He blinked and looked into the mirror again only to see his own reflection staring back at him, wide-eyed and wearing a look of terror and confusion.
"Ron! Ron, what's wrong? We heard you scream," said his older brother George, who appeared with the rest of his family: Mrs. Weasley; his father Arthur; George's twin Fred; and his younger, and only sister, Ginny.
"Uh, nothing. Nothing's wrong," he replied, still staring at the mirror. They all glanced awkwardly from Ron to the mirror, not sure what was going on.
"Are you sure?" asked Mr. Weasley.
"Yeah, fine." Ron finally looked at them all, suddenly wishing he hadn't. They were all staring back at him with those same bright, vivid green eyes. Harry's eyes.
"No! Stop! Please!" Ron cried out.
"Stop what?" asked Fred.
"We're not doing anything!" cried Ginny in a scared voice.
"Ron, what's wrong?"
"Harry! I saw Ha – Harry!" Ron stammered. "He was right there!" He pointed at the mirror. "He was... I was... He, you, green eyes!" Ron was swiftly shifting his gaze from the Weasley's to the mirror, pointing, trying to get them to understand.
"Ron, you're not making any sense!" said Mr. Weasley, trying to calm his son down.
"No, he was there! I saw him!"
"You couldn't have, Ron. Harry's dead."
"No! No he's not! HE'S NOT DEAD!"
"Ron, please, listen!"
"NOOO!" The room and faces around him faded to black, and he knew no more.
A/N: this is my first fanfic so it's kinda cheesy. But it'll get better! (I hope... lol.) Please R&R!! Thanks a mil! = )