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mine, though I certainly wouldn't mind it if they were. They are the
property of J.K. Rowling. I know I forgot the disclaimer in the first
chapter but please don't sue me. I'm a poor college student so all you
would get would be the various dust bunnies I can scrape together. Okay,
on with the fic!
Sweet Dreams Chapter 2
Harry sat in his bed in Ron's room panting and holding his hand to his forehead. The pain had subsided but he was very confused. The problem was that he didn't remember having a dream that would cause it to ail him the way it had. He just woke up when the pain burned him. As he thought about it, he discovered he appreciated the nightmares more than he had originally thought. At least then he knew what Voldemort was up to. Now, he had no idea and he could not warn anyone of any impending doom. He didn't like it and he wanted to know what was going on. Was it something happening outside and he had somehow been blocked? Or was it something else entirely? The only way he could relax enough to go to sleep was to write out a letter to Dumbledore, explaining exactly what happened and he hoped the old headmaster would be able to share some insight. He decided to send it off in the morning since his exhaustion was creeping up on him. Just as he laid his head back on the pillow to fall asleep, Ron came into the room, slamming the door open.
"Man, I tell ya. Something really weird is going on," he exclaimed.
"What are you talking about and did you have to slam the door open?" Harry asked, tiredly.
"You know how Mione and I were playing chess? Well, I was about to checkmate her when the mirror in the living room shattered again. Of course we fixed it up and finished the game, but it was weird. Oh, and get this. In the past, it's only been one, maybe two mirrors that broke. However, as we came up the stairs, we noticed that all the mirrors were broken. Naturally, we fixed them but - Hey, did the mirror in here break?"
"No, it didn't even crack."
"Bugger, this is really getting annoying. I'm surprised Mum and Dad haven't said anything yet. Fred and George only recently showed up so I don't think it can be them."
"Wait. How long has this been happening?"
"Um, I think it started last month. The first time it happened was when Bill showed up suddenly and scared Gin and me. I remember thinking it was odd, but we wrote it off as accidental magic since Bill had scared us so bad. I think that was about a month and ago, right after we got back from Hogwarts. But it keeps happening. So how accidental was it?"
"Hmm. Ron, were you excited or scared or something when you were playing chess just now?"
"Heck no. I've beaten her so many times that it wasn't all that exciting or anything, well, at least it wasn't until the mirror crashed. Why do you ask?"
"Just curious. I'm going to bed now. G'night, Ron."
"Yeah, 'night." Without another word, both boys fell asleep for the rest of the night.
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Ginny sat in her room staring at the blood on her hand. She looked around the room and noticed that her mirror had shattered again. It surprised her because she was never destructive with her magic. Even when she was younger, nothing ever broke. That didn't start until a month ago. She was startled out of her train of thoughts when she heard Ron and Hermione's voices carrying up the stairs. She quickly reached for her wand and cleaned up the blood, tried to heal her shoulder (only managing to stop it from bleeding), and fixed the mirror. Then she threw herself down on her bed, careful of her wound and pretended to sleep just as the door opened and Hermione came in. Ginny tried to slow her breathing as she heard her friend let out a frustrated sigh, change into her pajamas, and climb into bed. Soon, both girls joined the boys in a dreamless sleep for the rest of the night.
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The next morning dawned bright and early, waking Ginny with its bright rays of light. She rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, but a sharp pain in her shoulder caused her to sit up abruptly, stifling a cry of pain. Deciding that she was already too awake to fall back asleep, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and climbed out. She threw on some clothes and wandered down to the kitchen to make her self a cup of tea or hot chocolate or coffee, or something a little stronger.
Five minutes later, she sat at the kitchen table sipping her tea, as the memories from the previous night came flooding back to her. Who were those men talking in that room? Who were they talking about? A powerful boy and a girl who is discovering her potential? What did all of it mean? Did it really even happen or was it purely a dream she made up? She immediately decided that it and all the other dreams had to be real since all the cuts she received in them, bled in reality. She winced as she rolled her shoulders back. Yup, they were definitely real. But that left her with the same questions. What was going on? Trying to find answers to these questions was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. She simply didn't have enough information or ways to get it.
Sighing, she leaned back in her chair and glanced at the mirror in the living room. That was another thing she didn't understand. Why was she suddenly becoming more destructive with her magic? She usually had no problems with keeping it in check, much less ruining things when it did get out of hand. That only started a month ago, after Bill scared her and Ron.
"What are you doing up so early, this morning?" Harry asked as he came into the kitchen with Hedwig, ready to deliver a letter. However, Ginny had been so lost in thought that she hadn't heard him come in until he spoke when he was half way over to her. She jumped at the same time as her mug exploded.
"Bloody hell!" she exclaimed jumping up and trying to wipe off the hot tea. Harry quickly put his owl down and began helping Ginny clean up.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you," he said.
"Don't worry about it. I've got to start learning how to control my jitters and not be so easily startled. I'll wind up bringing the house down around our ears if I don't."
"Hey, it takes time to learn it. So you're the culprit who's been breaking all the mirrors."
"Not funny, Potter," Ginny replied deftly.
"Whatever, Weasley. So, you never answered my question. Any reason you're up so early?"
"It's not that early and no, there is no particular reason other than the sun dared to wake me." She walked over to the stove to reheat the water for another cup of tea. This time, she pulled down a plastic mug. "Do you want some tea?" At his nod, she pulled down another mug. Turning around, she watched as he tied a note onto Hedwig's leg and sent her off on her quest. "She really is a magnificent bird."
"Why thank you. I try to keep her happy. Plastic mugs?" Harry asked raising an eyebrow at her.
"Well, after careful consideration, I have decided it is a little better to go with the non-breakable ones until further notice." Harry chuckled as she turned to the stove to put together the drinks. He walked up behind her and began to massage her shoulder while he reached for a tea bag with his other. Ginny stopped what she was doing and let him work as she began to relax more. She inwardly sighed, thankful that he had picked her uninjured shoulder to massage. The massage was not uncommon since they had been exchanging back rubs since the beginning of their friendship. She let her mind drift back to the first time he rubbed her back and then she rubbed his, completely missing the fact that he had finished with the tea bag and his other hand moved to join in on the work. The minute he touched her shoulder and began the massage, she cried out and jerked away from him.
They stood at opposite sides of the small kitchen, Ginny looking at the floor with her hand holding her shoulder, and Harry looking at her. Slowly, it registered in his mind that his hand was wet. He quickly glanced down and his eyes widened as he realized it was blood. His head snapped up to look at Ginny who had sat down in one of the chairs, the tea forgotten.
"Ginny. What happened?" he asked.
"I don't want to talk about it," she whispered.
"Gin, you're hurt. Obviously you didn't do that jumping a fence or running into a wall. I want to know what happened so I can help you. Please, Ginny."
"Harry, no. You can't help me. I really don't think anyone can."
"Let me be the judge of that. At least let me heal it." Without waiting for her permission, he pulled his wand and tried to heal it. Again, the only thing it accomplished was stopping the bleeding.
"I tried that last night but it didn't work, obviously. Thank you for stopping the bleeding but I need to go change now," she said as she left the kitchen in a hurry. Harry stood in the middle of the room wondering what had just happened. He resolved to find out as soon as possible as he put the discarded tea into the sink and headed outside for a brief jog.
A/N: Okay. There's chapter two. YAY!!!!!! Sorry it took so long to get out. I posted the first chapter right before finals and they took up all my time. But now, I am done with them!!!!!! Hopefully, I should be able to get the chapters out a little quicker now. Please review and I guarantee there will be more chapters. Oh, and thanks so much to all who reviewed for the last chapter. (The above excuse is also valid for why I haven't emailed you yet. I'm so sorry! ( ) Now the holidays are here so there is no reason to be sad, so: Merry Christmas!!!!! (
Sweet Dreams Chapter 2
Harry sat in his bed in Ron's room panting and holding his hand to his forehead. The pain had subsided but he was very confused. The problem was that he didn't remember having a dream that would cause it to ail him the way it had. He just woke up when the pain burned him. As he thought about it, he discovered he appreciated the nightmares more than he had originally thought. At least then he knew what Voldemort was up to. Now, he had no idea and he could not warn anyone of any impending doom. He didn't like it and he wanted to know what was going on. Was it something happening outside and he had somehow been blocked? Or was it something else entirely? The only way he could relax enough to go to sleep was to write out a letter to Dumbledore, explaining exactly what happened and he hoped the old headmaster would be able to share some insight. He decided to send it off in the morning since his exhaustion was creeping up on him. Just as he laid his head back on the pillow to fall asleep, Ron came into the room, slamming the door open.
"Man, I tell ya. Something really weird is going on," he exclaimed.
"What are you talking about and did you have to slam the door open?" Harry asked, tiredly.
"You know how Mione and I were playing chess? Well, I was about to checkmate her when the mirror in the living room shattered again. Of course we fixed it up and finished the game, but it was weird. Oh, and get this. In the past, it's only been one, maybe two mirrors that broke. However, as we came up the stairs, we noticed that all the mirrors were broken. Naturally, we fixed them but - Hey, did the mirror in here break?"
"No, it didn't even crack."
"Bugger, this is really getting annoying. I'm surprised Mum and Dad haven't said anything yet. Fred and George only recently showed up so I don't think it can be them."
"Wait. How long has this been happening?"
"Um, I think it started last month. The first time it happened was when Bill showed up suddenly and scared Gin and me. I remember thinking it was odd, but we wrote it off as accidental magic since Bill had scared us so bad. I think that was about a month and ago, right after we got back from Hogwarts. But it keeps happening. So how accidental was it?"
"Hmm. Ron, were you excited or scared or something when you were playing chess just now?"
"Heck no. I've beaten her so many times that it wasn't all that exciting or anything, well, at least it wasn't until the mirror crashed. Why do you ask?"
"Just curious. I'm going to bed now. G'night, Ron."
"Yeah, 'night." Without another word, both boys fell asleep for the rest of the night.
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Ginny sat in her room staring at the blood on her hand. She looked around the room and noticed that her mirror had shattered again. It surprised her because she was never destructive with her magic. Even when she was younger, nothing ever broke. That didn't start until a month ago. She was startled out of her train of thoughts when she heard Ron and Hermione's voices carrying up the stairs. She quickly reached for her wand and cleaned up the blood, tried to heal her shoulder (only managing to stop it from bleeding), and fixed the mirror. Then she threw herself down on her bed, careful of her wound and pretended to sleep just as the door opened and Hermione came in. Ginny tried to slow her breathing as she heard her friend let out a frustrated sigh, change into her pajamas, and climb into bed. Soon, both girls joined the boys in a dreamless sleep for the rest of the night.
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The next morning dawned bright and early, waking Ginny with its bright rays of light. She rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, but a sharp pain in her shoulder caused her to sit up abruptly, stifling a cry of pain. Deciding that she was already too awake to fall back asleep, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and climbed out. She threw on some clothes and wandered down to the kitchen to make her self a cup of tea or hot chocolate or coffee, or something a little stronger.
Five minutes later, she sat at the kitchen table sipping her tea, as the memories from the previous night came flooding back to her. Who were those men talking in that room? Who were they talking about? A powerful boy and a girl who is discovering her potential? What did all of it mean? Did it really even happen or was it purely a dream she made up? She immediately decided that it and all the other dreams had to be real since all the cuts she received in them, bled in reality. She winced as she rolled her shoulders back. Yup, they were definitely real. But that left her with the same questions. What was going on? Trying to find answers to these questions was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. She simply didn't have enough information or ways to get it.
Sighing, she leaned back in her chair and glanced at the mirror in the living room. That was another thing she didn't understand. Why was she suddenly becoming more destructive with her magic? She usually had no problems with keeping it in check, much less ruining things when it did get out of hand. That only started a month ago, after Bill scared her and Ron.
"What are you doing up so early, this morning?" Harry asked as he came into the kitchen with Hedwig, ready to deliver a letter. However, Ginny had been so lost in thought that she hadn't heard him come in until he spoke when he was half way over to her. She jumped at the same time as her mug exploded.
"Bloody hell!" she exclaimed jumping up and trying to wipe off the hot tea. Harry quickly put his owl down and began helping Ginny clean up.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you," he said.
"Don't worry about it. I've got to start learning how to control my jitters and not be so easily startled. I'll wind up bringing the house down around our ears if I don't."
"Hey, it takes time to learn it. So you're the culprit who's been breaking all the mirrors."
"Not funny, Potter," Ginny replied deftly.
"Whatever, Weasley. So, you never answered my question. Any reason you're up so early?"
"It's not that early and no, there is no particular reason other than the sun dared to wake me." She walked over to the stove to reheat the water for another cup of tea. This time, she pulled down a plastic mug. "Do you want some tea?" At his nod, she pulled down another mug. Turning around, she watched as he tied a note onto Hedwig's leg and sent her off on her quest. "She really is a magnificent bird."
"Why thank you. I try to keep her happy. Plastic mugs?" Harry asked raising an eyebrow at her.
"Well, after careful consideration, I have decided it is a little better to go with the non-breakable ones until further notice." Harry chuckled as she turned to the stove to put together the drinks. He walked up behind her and began to massage her shoulder while he reached for a tea bag with his other. Ginny stopped what she was doing and let him work as she began to relax more. She inwardly sighed, thankful that he had picked her uninjured shoulder to massage. The massage was not uncommon since they had been exchanging back rubs since the beginning of their friendship. She let her mind drift back to the first time he rubbed her back and then she rubbed his, completely missing the fact that he had finished with the tea bag and his other hand moved to join in on the work. The minute he touched her shoulder and began the massage, she cried out and jerked away from him.
They stood at opposite sides of the small kitchen, Ginny looking at the floor with her hand holding her shoulder, and Harry looking at her. Slowly, it registered in his mind that his hand was wet. He quickly glanced down and his eyes widened as he realized it was blood. His head snapped up to look at Ginny who had sat down in one of the chairs, the tea forgotten.
"Ginny. What happened?" he asked.
"I don't want to talk about it," she whispered.
"Gin, you're hurt. Obviously you didn't do that jumping a fence or running into a wall. I want to know what happened so I can help you. Please, Ginny."
"Harry, no. You can't help me. I really don't think anyone can."
"Let me be the judge of that. At least let me heal it." Without waiting for her permission, he pulled his wand and tried to heal it. Again, the only thing it accomplished was stopping the bleeding.
"I tried that last night but it didn't work, obviously. Thank you for stopping the bleeding but I need to go change now," she said as she left the kitchen in a hurry. Harry stood in the middle of the room wondering what had just happened. He resolved to find out as soon as possible as he put the discarded tea into the sink and headed outside for a brief jog.
A/N: Okay. There's chapter two. YAY!!!!!! Sorry it took so long to get out. I posted the first chapter right before finals and they took up all my time. But now, I am done with them!!!!!! Hopefully, I should be able to get the chapters out a little quicker now. Please review and I guarantee there will be more chapters. Oh, and thanks so much to all who reviewed for the last chapter. (The above excuse is also valid for why I haven't emailed you yet. I'm so sorry! ( ) Now the holidays are here so there is no reason to be sad, so: Merry Christmas!!!!! (