It was dark and silent inside the midnight blue room. A figure laid curled up in the bed. Harry Potter's head was throbbing with pain and his eyes felt swollen from crying.

He felt someone placed their cool lips on his hot forehead, brushing his moist bangs gently off his face. Harry opened one bloodshot eye to Draco who asked soothingly, "Are you ok?"

"That was the h-hardest thing I ever had to do." Harry shut that bloodshot eye, curling himself up tighter.

Draco leaned over him comfortingly, rubbing his arm. "It's over now. You've said what you had to say."

"My life is one pathetic story, isn't it?"

Draco burrowed under the covers with him and whispered, "No, you only think that, Harry. Mind over matter. You have good things to live for, your friends, Katrina..." Harry opened his tired eyes and met his gaze, Draco smirked suggestively. "Me." Harry snorted with laughter and laid his head on Draco's shoulder. "...I love you."

Draco ran his fingers through the flowing jet black locks."I love you," Harry repeated back.

A scream came from the next room and Harry jerked up. "Katrina!" They raced out of the room into a lighter blue bedroom.

In the fallen mosquito-netting canopy, Katrina struggled in her sleep, shrieking at the top of her lungs. Draco threw off the white netting as Harry shook her awake, "Wake up! Katrina, wake up!"

Her identical emerald green eyes flew open and she moaned, falling unconscious onto her bed. They hovered over her as Katrina came to; she was weeping and shaking like a leaf.

Harry ordered to Draco, "Go get a warm blanket and something hot for her to drink." He nodded, running out as Harry cradled his daughter against his chest. "You were dreaming. It's ok."

She shook her head weakly. "No. I saw them Daddy. So many bodies... so many screams. There was blood... the mean men were there."

He looked into her eyes. Harry had thought she was dreaming about her mother's death. He murmured, a bit frightened, "What else was in your dream?"

"Everyone. They all were standing on one side and the other mean men were on the other. They meant to kill them Daddy." Her eyes widened. "It's what to come."

Somewhere in Harry's mind, he knew that it was true. She had his abilities to see into the future, and didn't have a scar on her. Harry found himself thinking back on his parents and wondered vaguely if it was an inheritance... perhaps... a part of his family had been Seers...

The sounds of his daughter sobbing once more brought him back to reality and Draco burst back into the room, draping a wool blanket around Katrina's shoulders, and handing her a cup of tea. She controlled herself and took a sip, visibly relaxing. After a moment, Katrina set the cup down and fell onto her pillows, falling asleep rather quickly. Harry's heart jumped.

As he sprung forward, Draco held him back, "Love, it's ok. She's fine."

"What did you put in that drink?"

Draco gave him a withering look as a dark look was exchanged. "Relax. It's just a Dreamless Sleep Potion. When she wakes up, she'll never remember any of this."

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Harry left his room, wandering Hogwarts for his nerves. He shoved his hands into his robe pockets and slowly walked down the corridors. A few people passed him, whispering loudly and staring.

Harry wasn't really aware of it. What caused him back to conscious thought was an old friend. He bumped into a tall red-haired man. Harry looked up surprised, "George?"

George Weasley smiled at him. "Harry. What's going on?"

"Wow. It's great to see you. How are you?" Harry asked. "Is anyone else here? How about Fred?"

George's face went pale, showing his freckles."Didn't...you know?"

Harry frowned confused, "Know what?"

"Fred died... you really didn't know?"

Harry vaguely heard him... he heard George shout to him as he began running to the Weasley's apartment. Harry pounded on the door and Hermione answered him, worry written on her face once she saw him, "Harry, are you ok? What's wrong?" He was shaking.

"Why didn't you tell me that Fred is dead? Who else died that I don't know about?"

She looked down, "I didn't want to upset you."

"I just ran into George who told me. I felt like a total idiot, Hermione."

She raised a hand, "Come inside and I'll explain." He rushed in and sat down, watching her slowly take a seat also. Hermione murmured, "After you were gone, bad things started to happen. An occasional death, unexplainable accidents... they got more violent." Hermione met Harry's green gaze and sighed, "You just want to know who died?"

He nodded.

"Among the many were Fred Weasley, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Bill Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Seamus Finnigan, Mad Eye Moody, Remus Lupin..."

She stopped as Harry felt a tear slip down his face. He wiped it, pretending to cough. Hermione got up and hugged him, whispering, "You just weren't there. I'm so sorry."

Harry said, "My daughter had a dream. Or a vision, whatever you call it. Of a war."

She gaped, an old spark in her eyes. "Really? I'm going to have look up something about that."

He smirked humorlessly, "Bookworm Hermione."

She forced a smile then asked, "Don't mention to Ron about his family. I find it better that way. He's doing quite well despite witnessing his younger sister's murder." Harry nodded understandingly and she kissed his cheek, "Don't think on their deaths too much, Harry. It's in the past now."

He left and mutely disagreed with her.