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Chapter the Seventh Our Redemption

Before I knew it, I was shaken unenthusiastically out of my delightful dream of bliss.

"Ron! Something's not right. Harry, he's, he's heaving, throwing up. His scar is black again." At these exact words I leaped out of the warm of my bed and I ran to the aid of my friend, not realizing that my shirt was still off. I stood agape at the appalling sight. Harry was fidgeting in his own pool of vomit, and Ginny stood over him trying to awake him from his nightmare. Tears were streaming uncontrollably as I forcefully pulled her away from him.

"Harry! HARRY, what's wrong?" I pleaded to the unconscious friend, knowing fully that he wasn't going to respond.

"GET DUMBLEDORE!" I yelped as I tried to heave Harry out of the repulsive puddle. He was helpless as I shook him hoping that he would fall right out of his trance.

Moments after, I reached his hand trying to pry it off his already black forehead and I solidified in my position. I couldn't move. An electric shock ran through my body and my eyes rolled to the top of my head and I weakened. I fell; fell into another one of my dreams.

I arrived to a place unidentified as my legs were bent in a most uncomfortable position. I hadn't a clue where I was but I soon discovered the clothing hanging either side of me. I was in a closet. The door stood ajar so that I could just about see what occurring outside.

The occurrence was much of a puzzle; the pieces were not all there, so I couldn't build it together. I noticed one thing however. Percy was there. The betraying basterd was there, and for a second's time, I believed that my eyes were truly deceiving me.

He was tied from behind to a stool, with three legs. He looked injured, filthy, and enraged. Dark pigmented red blood dribbled its way down the side of his face, and he shook his head so that the sweat and blood did not merge.

Another character emerged from the shadows.

"Speak Whesley. Where are they?" His voice was cold and shrill, I recognized Lucius.

"Even if I "knew" where they were, I wouldn't tell you!" Snapped Percey.

"Want to loose that top notch position in the Ministry do you?" questioned Lucius. When percy did not give an answer, he kicked him painfully in his ... well you know, his goods. Percy grunted in pain. He would have given us in if he only knew where we were. But the urge to help him, came unanticipated, he betrayed us.

I moved only to be pushed back down.

"What do you think your doing?" Chills ran through my very skin, I jumped almost leaving my body behind. Harry sat next to me.

"Ron, don't do anything. Now listen once they get us out of here, our dream I mean, we must inform Dumbledore."

"Harry, does that mean we are both not really out there? I don't understand..."

"Me neither."

"Ron, just know this. Voldermort is getting closer to what he wants. It's just a matter of time before Percy goes crazy, and gives you guys in." These words did not hurt Ron as much as it would have long ago. He knew, well, they knew, that Percy had gone to the other side, and for good.

"Harry, how is it that we are.... Well talking?"

"Ron, I don't really know...why do you have your shirt off?" I looked down at my bare chest, and immediately Hermione came to my head.

"Uhh, I..." I didn't have time to finish as Harry cut me off.

"Shut up! They might hear us." And in seconds, Harry and I yelped in pain. Too late, the closet door was opening......

We woke at the precise moment time both panting and facing Dumbledore. A cold sweat had come over both Harry and I, as we gasped for air to fill our lungs. We looked at each other and exchanged looks. Dumbledore wore a look of concern, and finally broke the awkward seconds of silence.

"What has happened?" His voice was stern and direct, just like it always was. I nodded and let Harry speak.

"Voldermort, he's closer to achieving his plan. He wasn't in this dream but Percy and Lucius were. Lucius was trying to get Percy to tell the whereabouts of his family. But, Percy doesn't evidently know. I am assuming that you made them change their location..." Dumbledore nodded. I continued to speak.

"The peculiar thing about this time was that I was in Harry's dream, well in this case, we were in each others dream, and... we spoke to each other, knowing that it was a dream. I don't know how but when I first went to Harry to shake him out of his trance, I got a shock and was immediately transferred there." Dumbledore's eyebrow rose at this.

"You were able to communicate? Please proceed." Harry continued. "It seems that Percy is going to find a way to get to the Weasleys, as we all know his ambitions get in the way of his priorities. Ron and I were simply whispering and we both felt searing pain all through out our bodies, the door started to open but we did not get to suffer any consequences due to the impeccable timing." Dumbledore sighed at Harry's finishing words. He looked as though he were aging at every passing second.

"This is absolutely absurd. Ronald, how is it that you were able to transfer yourself into Harry's dream?" I shrugged, as a perplexed look fell on Dumbledore's face.

"Professor," I started, not knowing whether I should tell him of the dreams I have "I have had other dreams similar to this one, that came true... but they happened in a period of three years."

"Have you really? Ah, well I think this matter needs to be handled over tomorrow. It seems that your mates are desperate to see that you are fine." They all peered over the window as Hermione and Ginny had their faces pressed against the glass, their eyes were practically swollen from all the crying they had been doing.

"I will be visiting you again later today as it is already wee hours in the morning. Oh yes, and Poppy, provide them both with a dose of the sleeping potion." At that Dumbledore opened the door and left, letting the girls run in.

Hermione came running into my arms, as my weak body tried hard to withstand the force she had caused while collapsing over me, sobbing into my "bare" chest. Ginny on the other hand ran to Harry's, and he began caressing her neck.

I looked at Harry with a critical eye over the top of my Hermione.

"Oh let them be," Hermione said catching my stare. I gave up and let them snog.

"Oh Harry, how are you? Ron and you?" Ginny asked in a shaking tone.

"Umm, fine, I guess." I nodded at this. Hermione pressed her lips against mine and I was sucked in. She truly was intoxicating. They either knew very well that Harry and I did not want to talk about the incident or they just wanted to snog. It was disturbing seeing my best friend and my sister do it though. Potions appeared at either side of our table, otherwise known as the Sleeping Potion. Harry and I took a swing, and immediately fell asleep in the hands of our loved ones.

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