Alrighty, here we go. (I know! It's really short!) This is where it starts getting good (though I can't make any promises) but I just thought you might like to know that I am dying of heatstroke. It's not actually summer here yet (not until Wednesday) and it's 39 fricking degrees. I don't know what that is in weirdo northern hemisphere terms but I can reassure you that it's ridiculously hot.

Captain-Alex-Obvious: Hello. You're so nice! Thanks! Malfoy is psycho (I spelt it right!!!!! First time tonight) Is it as hot up there as it is here?

Chapter Twelve: The Dream

Harry was back in the dark, stately room again. Though he had been haunted by this room many times in his dreams, he had only stood in this hall one time, during his sixth year. Harry could hear a faint sobbing voice off in the dark distance.

The woman's sobbing was drawing him down the hallway, through endless doors and out into a regal entrance hall. The dark portraits on the wall sneered and scoffed at him, their knowing eyes following a desperate Harry's back. Harry pulled open the tall oak doors, stepping out into the harsh, cold wind.

Harry shook his head; he had never come this far in his past dreams. The landscape he had stepped into was familiar, too familiar. This was the cliff from his first dream about Rose. When he had been at this house (more like palace) last time, some four years ago, he had been too preoccupied to see the building's exterior. Yet again, Rose was standing, baby in arms, at the cliff's edge. This time, however silent tears streamed down her cheeks.

Harry made his way up to Rose, who stood crying over the little child, dreading what was to come. The scene continued as it had originally. This time, however, the hooded men did not arrive as they had before. On noticing this Harry smiled, but with this, the men appeared in huge numbers, tearing Rose and the baby away from Harry and holding her at the cliff's edge. Harry reached for his wand, but his pocket was empty.

"No!" Harry shouted, frantically pushing through the crowd, much larger than it had originally, with over a hundred hooded figures visible.

A piercing laugh was heard as Harry grew closer to Rose. "Do as youwill, Potter, your effort is in vain." The chilling voice mocked.

"No, don't! Please stop!" Harry cried, struggling under the great arms that had seized him.

Rose looked at him pleadingly, sending a chill up his spine. The leader of the group laughed again, motioning for Harry's captors to bring him forward. Throwing him down on to the ground, Harry looked up at the leader. None other than Draco Malfoy smirked down at him. Grabbing Harry by the hair, Malfoy pulled him up to look at Rose in the eyes. "This is what happens when you interfere with what is meant to be!" He spat.

The men holding Rose scoffed, and with a strong heave, threw Rose and the baby over the cliff.

Rose was woken early that morning, stirred by a bright flood of March sunlight. Getting up, she scrunched up her face in an attempt to squeeze away her fatigue. Clad in a dressing gown and slippers, she sleepily left her bedroom.

Walking down the corridor, a distressed moaning stopped Rose dead in her tracks. "Don't! No! Stop!" Rose furrowed her eyebrows in curiosity. She was standing directly outside of Harry's bedroom. She didn't want to wake him - he was working flat out at the moment - but he sounded upset, and her inquisitiveness got the better of her.

"Harry?" She whispered, creeping into the bedroom. It could have easily been that of a fifteen-year-old boy's, it was an absolute pig sty; dirty clothes littering the floor messily.

Harry was tossing and turning manically in his bed. His sheets long forgotten lying on the floor, Rose sat down on the bed's edge. "No!" Harry moaned, sweat beads dripping down his face.

"Shhh," Rose cooed, caressing Harry's cheek soothingly. Harry immediately calmed at her touch, his head sinking back into his pillow. Rose shuffled over next to him on the bed. "Hey," She whispered, as Harry's eyes fluttered open. "You alright?"

He smiled embarrassedly, sitting up and leaning against the bead head. "Yeah," He wiped his sweaty face with the back of his hand. Rose looked unconvinced.

"What was all that about?" She asked concernedly.

Harry did not under any circumstances want to worry Rose - she had enough on her plate at the moment. "Oh, nothing - just a nightmare."

Again, Rose looked unconvinced. "Pig's arse. You're not telling me something." She countered, shuffling back up the bed to be face to face with Harry.

"Really, it's nothing. Just a nightmare."

Rose wasn't giving up with out a fight. She tried her hand at reverse psychology, "Fine, don't tell me. I don't mind." She began to slide off the bed.

Harry let out a frustrated groan. "Okay, okay, I'll tell you." Harry sighed, patting the mattress in welcome. "Not on my own free will, mind you." He muttered.

Rose grinned and jumped up (to the best of her ability) on to the spot in question. "Fire away!"

"Alright… Well, it's this reoccurring dream, right, and I'm in this hall and well then I hear someone crying and I go outside and it's you - Oh, and you're holding James - Well, I go up to you to stop you crying-"

"Oh, Harry I didn't know you cared!" Rose joked. An uncomfortable Harry managed an uneasy laugh.

"Yeah, well, anyway, all of a sudden all of these hooded people come out of nowhere and… throwyouandJamesoveracliff." He finished in a rush, awaiting her reaction.

"Nice." She looked a little taken aback. "Well, it's only a dream, right, it's not like it's the future, is it?" She asked uncertainly.

Harry thought back to his fifth year at Hogwarts. In that case it had been the future. Merlin, he prayed that this time it wouldn't be the same. "N-No. Course not! Only a dream," He laughed weakly.

"But -" Rose mused. "If it's a reoccurring dream, well, how come I've never heard you before?"

Harry reddened. "Well, you've never been thrown over a cliff before." He mumbled.

"Oh, okay." This was at least one answer that would satisfy Rose's curiosity.

"So…" Harry was desperate to get off the topic. "What have you been up to?" He asked lamely.

"What have I been up to? Are you serious?!" Rose cried, the twinkle in her eye betraying the angry facade. "Well, in between winning the Nobel Peace Prize for doing nothing at all and the highly acclaimed award for Most Obedient Wife, I've managed to save the world from total chaos and get knocked up by a magic spell." Rose laughed. She poked Harry playfully in the tummy and soon a full fledged tickling fight was in session. Harry, with an undeniable advantage, was winning by far and eventually Rose was pinned underneath him.

With Rose's laughter finally subsiding, an awkward silence filled the room (understatement of the year). Harry was gazing starry-eyed at Rose and Rose the same back up at him. In a split second decision, Harry brought his lips down on hers and they kissed as they had on their wedding day, as they had in Harry's dream. An unexplainable burst of energy rushed through the both of them.

It was incredible, what Rose had longed for was finally happening. She opened and closed her eyes to prove to herself that this was real. Eventually, air became a necessity and they broke apart. Harry - both breathless and embarrassed - was in true Weasley style bright red. Noticing this Rose cringed, and made to get up. "Oh," She gulped nervously, "I'm sorr-"

Before she could finish Harry had turned around and locked lips again.

Aw, isn't that sweet? I love Harry, he's gorgeous. That left off really weirdly, I know, but this is a PG story and she is six months pregnant - so all you sickos out there, NO. Not going to happen.

OMG, so pumped, I'm having a Harry Potter Appreciation Night on Saturday and where having a marathon COS I'm GETTING PoA IN TWO DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PS: that was the first chapter ever that was written in one day? (Please Applause)

LoL, Lucy xxxxxooooo (I'm feeling generous)