Chapter 12: Discoveries!

Professor McGonagall led Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione up the winding steps to the headmaster's office door. Ginny released a shuttering sigh as her head of house knocked sharply. Seeing this, Harry gave her a quick hug before they all entered the room.

"Mum? Dad? What's going on? What's wrong?" Ron asked, taking in the solemn expressions on his father's and headmaster's faces and his mother's puffy eyes.

"Ron, Ginny... Albus just told us-" Mr. Weasley started but a catch in his voice prevented him from continuing.

"Members of the Order found Charlie lying in a field. Unfortunately, by the time we got there, there was nothing we could do to help him," Albus finished.

Molly resumed her sobbing into her husband's shoulder as the headmaster watched the reactions of his four students. Hermione waited about thirty seconds before tears fell from her eyes. Seeking some form of comfort and wanting to give that same comfort, she turned to her boyfriend, but he only stood still, arms mechanically coming around her; shock and disbelief clearly evident on his face.

"We were too late. I was too late. I should have told you sooner. You could have saved him, healed him," Ginny spoke quietly. Albus' eyes landed on her and what he saw broke his heart. She knew. She knew all the horrific details and probably watched it first hand.

"Miss Weasley," he began sympathetically. "Are you physically hurt at all?"

Ginny raised her eyes from their spaced look and let out a hollow laugh before answering. "Oh no. I'm fine. Actually, it's more effective to not touch me at all. Besides physical scars heal but the emotional wounds are so much deeper. Why settle for such superficial torture when much more lasting damage can be done?" she finished with her voice rising until it bordered on hysteria.

Harry watched her slowly lose her grip while she spoke. When she finished, he simply reached out and pulled her into his arms. He could feel her trembling as he held her. In another part of his mind, he heard Dumbledore continue talking.

"I was right there. I should have done something to save him," she whispered, soft enough that Harry had to strain to hear her. Looking up, he met the headmaster's eyes and caught the small nod before he gently guided Ginny outside the office. Once outside, Harry turned her to face him.

"Ginny, stop. This is NOT your fault. It's Voldemort who did it. How often have you told me this?" he asked her, holding her shoulders firmly.

"Yes, but I could have helped. I had time before Voldemort showed up. We spent so much time talking but I should have been trying to get him out."

"Gin, you know that wouldn't work. What else did he do that has you so upset? I mean besides cursing Charlie. What happened?" he asked gently.

"My brother died and I was there to watch it all. That's what happened. What's worse, I can't even tell my family that he didn't suffer. He did, a lot. After the Cruciatus Curse, he cut him, matching cuts with mine. Then Voldemort used the cursed knife all over. He thought he was merely drawing on a canvas. When he got bored of that, then he finally killed him. But he didn't use the killing curse as you might expect. Oh no, he had to literally carve out his heart!" By the time she finished explaining, her hysteria finally calmed and channeled all the energy into tears.

As the first few began falling, Harry had pulled her into his arms as they sat on the steps. As she finished, he held her as close to him as he could manage, allowing her to sob on his chest. Of all the things he'd been forced to witness, none of it had been that gruesome. That fact alone made his blood boil. She never should have had any other close contacts with that man, that monster. The Chamber was bad enough, but this?

Harry had to force himself to take several deep breaths before he squeezed Ginny too hard from his anger. Getting a grip, he continued holding her and rubbing her back. Having no words to offer her, they simply sat quietly on the stairs in the small corridor. Occasionally, Harry planted soft butterfly kisses in her hair as he held her. Slowly, her tears abated and she simply sat in his arms, relishing the small amount of comfort she could find. In the calm that always follows tears, she began humming. Barely audible at first, but slowly growing loud enough for Harry to hear without straining his ears. He could hear the noise from the office drift away to nothing. It seemed the whole school quieted to hear Ginny's song. When she came to the end of it, she took a deep breath and stood up. With a calm, determined look, she stood, gave Harry one last quick hug, and walked back into Dumbledore's office leaving Harry to follow her.

"What has been done and what still needs to be done?" she asked as she entered and moved to stand by her parents. When she received no answer beyond questioning looks, she continued. "We need to continue doing things; continue living. Charlie would want it that way. Besides, if we let our lives come to a grinding halt, then Voldemort wins. I am so sick of that and I want to fight back. No, I need to fight back. So, again, what needs to be done for us and for Charlie? How can we keep moving? What can I do?"

"Oh Ginny," her mother whispered, covering Ginny's hands with her own as they rested on her shoulder.

"I believe funeral arrangements need to be arranged. Medi-wizards are doing what they can to clean him up," the headmaster said gently.

"Alright. Well, are we allowed to have a memorial service or a funeral for him? I think we need some sort of service. He deserves it. I don't care how it has to be done, but we have to make it work."

The group spent the rest of the afternoon planning a small service for the departed Weasley. Bill appeared halfway through the meeting to find that his little sister had taken charge and pulled the whole family out of their all encompassing grief and turned it into a very productive energy. Even Harry and Hermione helped where they could. By the time the sun set, they walked out of the headmaster's office, tired and drained. The students bade farewell to the older Weasleys and returned to the common room.

"Ron, do you want to play a game of chess?" Ginny inquired.

"We can try but I really don't know how well it would work."

"It doesn't have to be entirely successful," she said encouragingly, denying her brother any chance to refuse the offer.

The rest of the evening saw the four students sitting around the fire, half heartedly playing games or attempting to hold conversations. The rest of the gryffindors came and went, all having come to the same conclusion that these four were not to be disturbed. As the night grew late, Hermione decided to head up to bed, her hope being that this was all just a bad dream and tomorrow morning they would all wake up and everything would be alright again. Her friends began trickling up after her and went to their respective rooms. No one noticed that Harry remained in the common room.

In her own room, Ginny lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Despite her overwhelming exhaustion, she was too terrified to even try to fall asleep. She knew that Voldemort would not pass up the opportunity to harass and torture her again. Twice in one day would be like a free pass and bottomless purse in a candy store for a child. There was just no way to know how or what he would do if he had the chance and she just couldn't take that chance right now. Anything he did would break her. She just knew it would and that simply couldn't happen. With only one option available to her, Ginny resolved to stay awake the rest of the night.

Noticing she was losing the battle in bed, she threw her legs over the side of it and quietly made her way down to the common room. She was slightly startled when a certain ebony haired young man turned to her as if he had been waiting for her.

"Harry? What are you doing down here?" she asked.

"Waiting for you. I figured you would try to avoid sleeping tonight and it's always easier to do that when you have some company. Come on, we can talk or just sit or do whatever you want to. Then again, if you want to be alone, that's fine too. I'll just go to bed."

"No! I mean, please don't go, unless you want to," Ginny said, her voice falling off and her face striving to match her hair. Harry merely smiled and collapsed on one of the big red couches before the fire. Ginny followed him and sat comfortably down beside him.

"So, what do you want to talk about?"

"Oh, I don't know, what do you want to talk about?"

"I asked you first."

Silence settled on the pair of students.

"Why did Voldemort have to cut and slash him before he carved out my brother's heart?" Ginny finally asked, her voice barely audible over the crackle of the fire.

Harry looked at her closely. He couldn't believe she had been forced to witness the brutality, though a small, hidden voice in the back of his mind told him that he knew full well what the monster was capable of. Yes, he had seen some pretty bad things in his time, but nothing that bad. Voldemort was finally stepping up his violent acts and all they could do was hang on for the ride, always one step behind. It infuriated him but there was nothing he could do. Well, there was one thing he could do. Without another thought, he reached out and gently drew Ginny into him. She didn't protest or even startle, but merely burrowed deeper into his embrace. If he couldn't directly stop Voldemort right now, he could at least try to ease his friend's suffering, however minute and inefficient it might be. At least it was something.

"Harry? What are your dreams like?" Ginny asked softly.

"Well, mostly they are really weird, usually consisting of Quidditch, chess, and Ron hanging upside down like a bat," he answered.

"No. That's not what I mean. You know, I would have had no problem living my whole life not knowing that you dream about my brother. I meant when you dream about Voldemort and the Death Eaters," she said, swatting him gently.

"I know, I know. I'm just trying to lighten the mood a little. My dreams tend to show me what he's planning to do or occasionally an interrogation. Unfortunately, though, I think he's been blocking me or something but I haven't had a dream since you started your own dreams. Of course, I still know when he's active but I no longer know what he's doing. In its own way, it can be very disconcerting."

"I think it's good. At least it gives you a break."

"Yeah, but I'd rather go back to that than not knowing."

"Oh, I don't know about that."

Both students fell silent and simply let their minds clear. The flames danced in the fireplace and the soft popping of the wood soothed their taunt emotions and help calmed them. Before long, and much sooner than either expected, their eyelids grew heavy and both Gryffindor's fell fast asleep holding each other close. As the night passed, the flames slowly died and the moonlight streamed through the tower windows, bathing them in its silvery light.

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In another part of the castle, the headmaster and his phoenix were wide awake. Fawkes watched with beady eyes as Dumbledore shuffled through his office looking for something special but it was eluding him.

"Now where is it? I know I have it here somewhere. I don't suppose you know where it is, do you Fawkes?"

Fawkes squawked in reply.

"Yes. That certainly helps." Dumbledore stood from the cabinet he'd been rifling through and turned to face the bird directly. "I suppose an old headmaster talking to his bird is a sign of an old man losing his marbles. Oh well. Then again, life is always much more fun for the crazy. Ah-hah! There it is." Looking just beyond the phoenix, he saw the subject of his query. "Hm... We really could have used this years ago. But, we have it now and we need to make sure it gets used. I don't want Miss Weasley's dreams to continue or even get worse. One of these times, it just might kill her."

Dumbledore picked up the necklace and moved it to his desk for "safe keeping." Granted, he thought wryly, it would help if his desk was a lot cleaner. Turning to Fawkes, he gently stroked the bird's head before making his way to his own bed.

Finally, the castle fell silent as its occupants all made their way to the world of dreams.

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Hermione awoke early the next morning and made her way down to the common room since the idea of catching anymore sleep was completely pointless. The sight that greeted her put a smile on her face. As an idea formed in her head, she quietly left the room without leaving a single piece of evidence that she had ever been there. Creeping quietly up the stairs to the boys' dorm, she ran through all the possible reactions and consequences and finally decided that it would still be more than worth it. The first, and possibly the most dangerous, was Ron's. Hopefully she wouldn't run into him on her 'mission'. Okay, luck wasn't on her side. Ron stood against the wall looking at her with a very blank, emotionless face.

"Ron. How are you holding up this morning?" she asked as she walked over to give him what she hoped was a comforting hug. His arms remained limp by his sides in fury or barely masked sorrow, she couldn't tell.

"I'd be a lot better if I knew where Harry was. Bloody hell, Hermione, I can't deal with something happening to him right now. Please tell me you know where he is and that he isn't in trouble," he responded, emotions finally pushing through.

"Relax, Ron. Yes, I know where Harry is and he is very safe. Well, at least I hope he is. It really all depends on you. I won't tell you unless you swear not to flip out on either of us," she replied quite firmly.

"He's with Ginny, isn't he?" Ron sighed as he continued. "I don't suppose they are down in the common room, are they?"

"Alright, yes, they are. Will you let me finish my mission before we head down? Please?"

Giving his girlfriend a very odd look, he nodded and followed her to the sixth year's room. Quietly, she opened the door and began to walk through but a gentle yet firm grip on her shoulder prevented her from going too far. She turned a questioning look upon Ron as he gently pulled her out again.

"What are you after?" he whispered in her ear.

"Collin's camera."

"Alright, I'll be right back, wait here." Without another word, he disappeared inside. Five minutes later, he was back in the hallway escorting his girlfriend down the stairs. Passing the camera to Hermione, he followed her around the couch and discovered the real reason Harry hadn't gone to bed in his own room. The sight that greeted him even pulled a small smile from the corner of his lips. Harry was stretched out along the couch and Ginny lay snuggled between him and the back of the couch using his shoulder as a pillow, his arm tucked around her holding her close. Both students were fast asleep. The flash from the camera brought Ron back to his senses. After a second and third flash, he took the camera from his conniving girlfriend and returned it to its proper owner.

"Harry, Ginny. Come on, you two need to wake up before everyone else comes down. If they see you two like this, it would probably raise some rather awkward questions that I'm sure you don't want to answer," Hermione stated gently, trying to rouse them.

"Hmghph."

"Exactly. Now, up!"

"Mione, you are way too hyper this early in the morning," Ginny mumbled, still half asleep.

"Yup, but you might be too if you had seen what a glorious day it is going to be today."

"Hmghph."

"Why Harry, I never knew you were so articulate in the morning. I guess we should get you up like this more often," she continued. A pillow in her face was her only response. "Alright, I get the point. I'll leave you alone now but you really should consider getting up. If nothing else, I'm sure I can get a hold of some Weasley tricks that just might help." Without another word (a miracle in itself, according to the drowsy students) she turned around and disappeared up the stairs in no time.

In the restoration of solitude, Ginny curled into Harry as his arm tightened around her. Both Gryffindors were too sleepy and too comfortable to give any thought to their 'scandalous' position.

"Unfortunately, she does have a point, you know," Ginny murmured into his shoulder.

"Yes, but I don't particularly want to move and she never provided any real motivation to, either," Harry grumbled.

Ginny chuckled as she pushed herself up using his chest for leverage which drew a deep grunt from him. As she walked off, she picked up Hermione's discarded pillow and slyly turned back to her dozing friend. Before he had even registered her halting progress, he received a pillow in the face. He grumbled as he watched her dash up the stairs to her dorm.

With a heavy, resigned sigh, he rose from the couch and discovered a nasty kink in his neck. Releasing yet another sigh, he popped it several times and managed to get it close to its normal position as he trudged up the stairs to his own dorm room. Ron met him in the hallway and simply gave him a calculating look. Hoping for a reaction of some sort, Ron was highly disappointed when his friend walked right by him and straight into the room.

"Well, good morning to you too, Harry. Who me? I'm doing just fine, thanks for asking," Ron called out as he followed him in.

On the other side of the tower, Ginny sat in front of one of the mirrors preparing for the day. She usually bypassed any make-up and glamour spells since she found them to be an utter waste. But, since the dreams started, she had two choices: use them or be discovered. Of course she chose the former option. This morning was no exception as she sat staring at the blemishes on her skin. She could just barely see a small trail of blood dripping down some of them and she quickly raised her hand to wipe it away. It didn't work. The trail remained on her in her reflection. As she watched, the trail intensified and her face began fading away to be replaced with her brother's. It wasn't even the looks she remembered most fondly, looks of cheer and brotherly love, but it was the pain wracked look that had been on his face the last time she saw him. Unable to fend off the threatening tears anymore, she bent over and sobbed into her arms. She didn't notice when Charlie's image remained in the mirror long after she was out of range for a reflection. Nor did she notice when the corners of his mouth turned up into a sneer.

Ten minutes later, Hermione knocked on the door. When she received no answer, she walked in to find Ginny still crying, though the tears were now ebbing. The mirror held only her reflection as she approached the distressed girl.

"Ginny? Oh, Ginny, it will be alright, I promise. I know you probably don't believe me right now, but, well, think of it this way: at least he isn't suffering anymore, right? This whole thing will end and everything will be alright again. We just have to hang in there," she said as she wrapped her friend in her arms.

"How do you know it will? What if we don't win? What if we lose all our friends and family? Hermione, we don't know it will all turn out well in the end. I just wish it would end. Sometimes I feel I don't even care how as long as it does," Ginny responded quietly.

"Hey. I know it will because we won't let Voldemort win. He can try all he wants to but it's not going to happen. Besides, he can't take everyone away from us. Even if he kills all our friends and family, they are still going to be with us. Charlie is still with you, in your heart. That's how I know it will all be okay." She gave Ginny another hug before she pulled back and continued. "Now, let's get rid of those red, puffy eyes and go get some food. I know that will help me and I don't have any doubts on whether it will help you or not."

Ginny nodded and turned back to the mirror as she dried her eyes. Picking up her wand, she performed the usual concealment charms to hide the cuts and red eyes. Before she could turn around and leave, she found Hermione standing directly in her path, hands on her hips, and letting out a small tutting noise. She froze as Hermione pulled her wand out and cast a glamour charm on her. The poor 'victim' never had a chance to even blink.

"Hermione! What have you done to me?" she whined as she turned back around to look in the mirror.

"Don't worry; I didn't do anything bad or harmful to you. I just gave you a little more color on your face and changed your hair a little."

"You mean I didn't have enough red on my face to begin with? Gee, I was under the impression that it was trying to match my hair on its own accord."

"Oh, stop it. You don't turn red all the time, anymore."

"Anymore? Pfft. Think whatever you want to. I'm hungry so I'll catch up with you later if you want to stay here." Without waiting for a reply from her friend, Ginny darted out of the room with Hermione hot on her heels.

The girls raced out of the common room and through the halls, completely missing the boys and running head long into Professor McGonagall.

"What on earth do you two think you are doing? Both of you know better than that! I know things have been hard but that does not excuse you from following the rules. You will obey them, is that understood?" the professor asked in her sharp tone.

"Yes, Ma'am," they chorused.

McGonagall pursed her lips before she continued. "Five points each will be taken from Gryffindor for this. Now," her tone softened as she watched them, "get yourselves down to breakfast, but please make sure you walk, this time."

"Yes, Ma'am,"

Both young women walked off slowly, eagerly awaiting the professor's disappearance and the boys' reappearance. Once they were in sight, the girls threw quick glances to one another before all four bolted off through the hallway. With their longer legs, the boys easily out ran the other two but Ginny, completely used to this, put up a fight, keeping right on their heels. Together all four burst into the Great Hall amid looks of disapproval from the staff table and funny looks from their peers. Attempting an air of humility, they slowed to a calm walk, with their heads bowed, and sat themselves quietly in their seat. Seconds after they sat, food appeared before them and the quiet humility was forgotten as they dove into their food.

Breakfast was a rather unhurried and relaxed affair for all. Conversation easily flowed from one topic to the next, resting for a short time on one subject before fluttering off to another. As usual, though, it ground to a halt when the sound of numerous wings filled the hall heralding the mail's arrival. One large, nearly black owl landed by Ginny after dropping his letter on Harry's plate. Satisfied with its accomplishment, it took to nibbling whatever was in reach on her plate. Oblivious to the bird's actions, Ginny watched as Harry picked up the letter and turned it over to examine the seal. He looked completely baffled as he showed them the regal griffin with some sort of leafy sprig around it.

"What is it? Who is it from?" Hermione asked, not one to miss an opportunity to inquire.

"I don't know. It doesn't look dangerous," Harry replied half-heartedly.

"Despite his mean appearance, this owl is either a really good suck up or one of the sweetest, breakfast stealing owls I have ever met," Ginny added as she gently stroked the bird's feathers.

"Well then, open it if it seems so harmless," Ron ordered around his toast.

"Alright, but you have been warned if something nasty comes from it," Harry warned as he broke the seal. His three friends watched his eyes grow bigger and bigger as he read the letter to himself. When he finished, he looked up to see three sets of eyes staring at him.

"Well? Are you just going to sit there gaping like a fish or should I simply get a net to catch your eyes when they pop out?" Ron asked sardonically.

Harry took two more full minutes before he finally snapped out of his trance.

"This has to be a mistake. It can't be talking about me. Someone screwed up."

"What? What did it say? Who screwed up?" Hermione asked insistently.

With an exasperated sigh that sounded an awful lot like 'men', Ginny reached out and snatched the letter from Harry's shocked fingers. Reading it quickly, she felt her own jaw drop in astonishment.

"If you two don't start talking right now, I swear I will-" Ron threatened.

"Harry's inherited Godric Gryffindor's phoenix as well as most of his fortune," Ginny explained, interrupting her brother.

"Wow! That's wonderful! Phoenixes are always wonderful to have and so rare to find, much less own," Hermione started gushing. At Ron's raised eyebrow, she paused before continuing. "You already knew that, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I did. But that's alright. What I don't understand is why? I realize having a phoenix of my own is a godsend given my track record but it still doesn't make sense. Doesn't he have any relatives of his own that it should go to?" Harry asked, disbelief still apparent in his voice.

"Maybe you are," Ron suggested.

"Maybe you aren't. Either way, you should talk to Dumbledore. He might be able to give you some ideas or at the very least tell you how to get a hold of the bird," Ginny mentioned reasonably.

"Yeah, I will. Remind me when we go to class this afternoon."

"Okay."

"Hey, was there a signature or anything at the bottom of it?" Hermione inquired.

"Nope. Nothing except the same seal that was on the envelope."

"Alright. We should probably go to class before we are late again," Ginny suggested as they all rose from the table. They quickly collected their books and made their way into the Entrance Hall with the rest of the student body.

"I got absolutely no sleep last night because of that ruddy potions essay. It was so hard," whined a sixth year in Ginny's class. Ginny froze as her classmate walked away.

"You coming, Gin? You were the one who wanted to go to class so early," Ron chided as the three seventh years turned around.

"Yeah, I know but I forgot my bloody potions essay in the room," she said.

"Ginny!" Hermione looked properly scandalized at her choice of words.

"Why don't you two head off to class and I'll help her find her essay," Harry offered, catching Ron's looks.

"You don't have to do that. It's not like I'm going to get lost on the way," Ginny replied.

"I know, but I don't want to go to class yet and this provides a perfect excuse."

"Alright, fine. Let's go," Ginny said as she rolled her eyes and took off towards the tower with Harry right behind her.

Ron and Hermione watched them disappear up the stairs and out of sight. Shrugging, they turned to make their own way to the first class of the day, hands entwined, enjoying the small quiet time they could sneak in.

Harry and Ginny were another story. They raced through the halls at a break neck speed in an attempt to beat the clock. Pushing by a frightened first year, they charged into the common room. Harry finally slowed to a stop by falling onto one of the couches as Ginny continued her race up to her room. In each of their respective rooms, they managed to catch a glance at a clock. Both let out identical sighs of frustration. Their race had taken them a solid two minutes which left them with an easy seven to get to their next class. Exasperated, Harry fell back down to regain his normal breathing habits. His attempt was foiled as two minutes later a sharp, piercing pain in his scar brought him staggering to his feet.

Meanwhile, Ginny grabbed her essay and put it with the rest of her books. As she passed the mirror on her way out, she caught her reflection and cringed. Her hair had virtually fallen out of the knot she had and was currently sticking up in random places however it saw fit. Sighing once more, she plopped down in front of the mirror and began redoing it.

"Yes, you really do need to redo that, deary," her mirror told her. "It looks absolutely horrid."

"Why thank you! I thought I would try the messy look today. You don't think it does me justice?" Ginny retorted. "Of course I need to redo it. What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Well excuse me. I'm only a mirror. I can't help but state the obvious. Some people just have no respect for others." The mirror simply kept rattling on about disrespect and other random topics that Ginny simply ignored as she pulled her hair back once more.

"I said LISTEN!"

Ginny jumped as the angry, masculine voice yelled at her from her mirror. Snapping her head around, her eyes collided with another set; not her own chocolate as expected, but the fiery, serpentine red of the Dark Lord.

"Good. Now that I have your attention, we can discuss some very important lessons you should know. I have to admit, I must have given you too much credit to think you were intelligent enough not to use another sleeping potion. I know the Miller's relatives weren't happy with you last time. What makes you think last night was any different? Never mind that the dreamless potion will have you addicted if you use it one more time. That would be disastrous for both you and the population, I would think. Besides, you put me in a nasty mood last night. I was so looking forward to celebrating my artistic design but you left me. You know what happens when you disappoint me, don't you?" he sneered at her.

Ginny glared at the image in the mirror. "Go to Hell. You can't do any harm to me right now. I'm not asleep."

"Oh, Ginny. That wasn't very nice." His eyes flashed and Ginny slammed into the mirror like a measly paperclip to a strong magnet. "I told you once and I'll tell you only one more time. You will not take the sleeping potion ever again. You belong to me and me alone. I will find you no matter how hard you try to run. I will succeed. There is no escape." His eyes flashed again and the mirror shattered, throwing Ginny onto the floor, multiple shards embedded in her skin. Completely ignoring her injuries, Ginny leapt to her feet and ran down to the common room where she found Harry on his way to meet her. When she met him, he was greeted with a peculiar sight. Blood dripped down her face and neck as well as several places in her torn robes but a bright smile lay plastered on her face.

"Ginny! What on earth happened to you?!" he asked.

"Harry! It's you! I don't know how you do, but you do!" Ginny exclaimed as she ran up and threw her arms around her.

"What? Gin, slow down and don't hurt yourself any further. What are you talking about?" he tried to ask her.

After several attempts to settle down, she finally managed to explain. "You. For some reason, every time I fall asleep on you or with you, Voldemort gets locked out of my dreams. He thinks I took a sleeping potion. With you, I'm completely safe."

TBC

A/N: Here's the next chapter. Big thank you's go out to everyone who reviewed all the previous chapters. Also, big thanks to all of you who were virtually kicking me in the butt to update. I hope this satisfies you for a little bit – at least until the next one comes out. Since I have to run to class known :P I'm going to run off but please review, as usual. 