Shared Dreams
By ByRillYAN
A/N: I own nothing of what I write. J. K. Rowling owns all of the characters, settings, and anything else she has clam to.
Chapter 1: A Night to Remember
The giant dancing bananas were singing, but the boy couldn't make out what it was they were saying. He thought it was something like, "Peeeeaaaa-nuuut buutteer and Jelly!" but he wasn't sure.
One of the bananas broke from the group and started toward the boy. The banana stretched an arm behind its back and pulled down a zipper. A girl stepped out of the banana, her red hair shinning in the sun. The boy seemed to recognize her.
"Hi," the boy said.
"Hello."
"Do you ... um ... wanna get something to drink? It must be an oven in that banana suit." The boy knew that he was being lame, but the girl didn't seem to notice.
"Sure! I'm dieing for something to drink right now," she replied.
Suddenly they were in an ice-cream parlor, sort of American Retro-50's in style, sitting in a booth with a single malt between them.
"I guess we have to share, do you mind?" the boy asked.
"Of coarse not!" the girl replied emphatically.
The two leaned in and started drinking from two separate straws. The next moment, though, before they knew what they were doing, the gap between them closed and they were kissing.
A waiter on the other side of the room noticed the pair and walked towards the booth. This waiter had a snake-like face and bright red eyes. His face was filled with hate, yet it was apparent that he was intrigued by what he saw. The waiter came right up to the booth and just stared at the two. The boy seemed to have noticed the stare because he broke the kiss, to the protests of the girl, and looked up at the waiter. He did not like what he saw.
"So, you do have a weakness after all," sneered the waiter. "I should have expected it would be the weasel daughter."
Harry Potter woke with a start in the smallest bedroom of number four Private Dr. He was soaked in sweat and had an excruciating pain in the lightning shaped scar on his forehead.
"Ginny!" he cried out, "I've got to warn Ginny!" He started to wonder why he was dreaming of Ginny in the first place. 'She is pretty,' he realized for the first time, 'and she's not just Ron's little sister who has a crush on me anymore either. She's dated other guys now. Hell, I don't even know if she even still likes me anymore. Now there's a depressing thought. But why am I just starting to dream about her now? And what about that waiter in my dream? How did Voldemort get back into my dreams? I've been practicing Occlemency every night since...since...his death. This is bad! Very bad! But how do I inform people?'
"Hoo-hoot!" Harry's thoughts snapped back to the present
"Shhhh! We don't want to wake the Dursleys!" Harry whispered to the snowy-white owl perched on the window sill; apparently just back from a hunting trip. The owl flew to the desk, picked up a quill, and dropt it on Harry's lap.
"Why'd you do that, Hedwig?"
Hedwig nudged him.
"What? Do you want me to write a letter?"
"Hoot!" the owl chirped approvingly.
"Who do you think I should write to? Dumbledore? Ow!" Hedwig had nipped Harry's finger. "I think he should know. OW!" Hedwig had bit Harry this time. "OK! Not Dumbledore. Then who?"
"Ron? OW!"
"Hermione? OW!"
"Molly? OWW! What's gotten into you?"
"Ginny?!?"
"Hoot!" Hedwig chirped approvingly.
"But I've never written to her before."
Hedwig nudged him again.
"Alright, I'll do it. I don't know why I'm listening to a bird, OW! But I'll do it." Harry said while getting out parchment and ink.
Dear Ginny,
Sorry I've never written to you before. I guess it just never crossed my mind before. Well anyways, the reason I'm writing you is because of a dream I had tonight. You were in it and, well I won't get into details about that. Voldemort was in it too though. I mean he was actually in the same dream as me. And to make a long story short, I think He's going to start coming after you.
Sincerely,
Harry Potter
P.s. Could you please try to convince your parents to get me out of here?
Harry quickly tied the letter to Hedwig's outstretched leg. As soon as the letter was securely attached, she took flight out the window and into the night.
Ginny was awake; memories of the dream flooding back into her head, 'I was snogging him half to death ... so why do have this pervading feeling of dread?' She wondered for a while and then it hit her. 'Riddle was there!' She had taken to calling him Tom Riddle ever since her first year when he had possessed her. 'What was it that Tom had called me? I'm "Potter's Weakness," that's ominous yet in a strange way optimistic. I've never really gotten over him anyways; I only went out with that Ravenclaw to him jealous, and because of Cho. That thing about his roommate was just to annoy Ron, although Ron's comment ... I think he might be on to something. Hopefully he might discreetly, and it better be discreetly, help him onto the path.' Ginny had gone over that same train ride a thousand times in her head since she got back to the Burrow. There was just something about it that made her think things were going to take a turn for the better as far as he is concerned. 'But what was it that Tom had called me? OH NO HE DIDN"T!' she was mad now. 'Tom called me the weasel daughter. He will pay for that!'
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Ginny was jerked back to reality. 'What is Hedwig doing at my window?' she thought as she got up and went to the window.
"Ron's window it is up that way." Ginny said while pointing over her shoulder.
"Hoo-Hoot!"
"OK. So you want into my room?" Ginny wondered out loud as she opened the window for Hedwig. Hedwig flew straight to Ginny's desk and landed with her leg straight out. Ginny took the letter, wondering why he was writing to her and not Ron, and promptly read it.
While Ginny was reading, Hedwig nudged a quill, ink well, and parchment in front of Ginny unnoticed.
Ginny had to read the letter over four times in a row before the content registered in her mind. She couldn't get over the fact that he had written to her. Short as it was, the letter was more than he had ever written to her ever before given that fact that the previous record was zero. In fact, this was probably the first he has ever started dialogue her instead of the other way around. 'I have a strange feeling that the dream he was describing was the same one I had ... is it possible that we shared that dream. We both had dreams tonight with Tom actually in it, and how many times can Tom do that a night. It must be easy for him to get into his head due to the scar, but must be much harder, if even possible, for Tom to get into my head. And we both got a distinct feeling from the dream that Tom was going to come after me to get at him. The only logical reason I can come up with is that we shared the same dream. That means that he was actually kissing me! He does like me!' Ginny did a little dance for joy at this, and noticed Hedwig sitting behind parchment, ink, and quill.
"What is this? You want me to write back, don't you?"
"Hoo-hoo" chirped the owl approvingly.
"Let me think about this. What should I write him? I should probably tell him we shared the dream."
"Hoo."
"And put in some details to make sure it's the same dream."
"Hoo-hoo."
"And let's see, I think I'll tell him to get his butt down here to the Burrow tomorrow."
"Hoo-hoo!"
"Yes, that's seems right."
Dear Harry
Ginny stared at those words for awhile, not able to believe she was actually doing this.
"Hoo?"
"What? Oh yeah."
I don't care whether or nor you ever wrote to me before (yeah right), but if it makes you feel better, I accept your apology. I think we shared that dream tonight. I remember that I was dancing in a banana suit for some reason. And then we were someplace else sharing a malt, and I stole your socks (you didn't seem to notice), and then, we were, you know. But next Tom Riddle came and called me the weasel daughter! The Bastard! Pardon my French.
Love,
Ginny Weasley
p.s. I suggest you take the Knight Bus over here tomorrow unless you want a female Weasley angry with you.
Ginny tied the letter to Hedwig's leg and went to bed.