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A/N:Sorry it took so long. Real life problems have cuased much delay. I hope to do better. Thanks for the reviews.

Chapter 6: What to you want from me?

Harry awoke from another good dream, although if you had told him this time last year that he would be having dreams of spending time with Ginny Weasley, he would have laughed at you. He had been having various dreams about her and himself, sometimes just walking around the lake at Hogwarts, other times playing Quidditch. One dream had been of a much older couple, happily married with children. Although this scared Harry at first, he soon came to wish that this could be a possible future for him. He didn't know who it would be with, but the idea of being free of the prophecy and Voldemort burned inside his heart. Tonight's dream had been of a picnic in the hills near the cave Sirius hid in during third year.

As his mind and body became fully awake he began to remember where he was and why he was here. The pain of his body reminded him of his failure, he did not fulfill the prophecy. And so he only found peace when he dreamed, which he normally hated as his dreams would usually plague him. He looked around the room, still the same, dark stone walls, no windows and only one door. The chains holding him anchored to the wall rattled as he stirred, but otherwise the only noise was his breathing. He again began trying to break away the mortar and stone around the chain mounts. The hope of escape was dim, but each day he found that the mount moved just a tiny bit more, and eventually would give way and he would at least be free from one bond. He would figure out how to get out the door and past any death eaters later.

He didn't know how long he worked, as there were no windows to judge the day with. The walls themselves seem to glow and give light to the room. When he heard the bolt on the door he prepared himself for his daily torture. The door swung open and in walked Lord Voldemort. As every day before, he swept in, black robes billowing out behind him. He would conjure a throne of a chair and sit himself in front of Harry. His questions were the same.

'What spell did you use to make the magic slip around you?'

When Harry would say he didn't know, Voldemort would smile cruelly and scream 'Crucio'.

The questions were the same each day. Tom wanted to know how Harry was able to bend the magic cast at him around his body. He wanted to know who was in the new Order of the Phoenix. He wanted to know many things, a lot of which Harry couldn't possibly know, but it didn't matter really, any answer would end in the same torture.

Harry passed out eventually, he wasn't sure how long the session had lasted, or how many times he had been under the curse. He was in his room at Privet Drive. Ginny and he were setting on his bed, doing some assignment while Hermione, Remus and Ron read books near his desk. This is what he wanted his life to be like, just spending time with his friends, his true family. He just watched them for awhile, happy to be in their company.

But something just didn't seem right and Harry couldn't put his finger on it. Why was Voldemort just toying with him. Why not just kill him and get on with his world domination or whatever insane maniacs craved. At least as long as he was occupied with Harry, he didn't have time to attack others, and that gave Dumbledore and the order time to prepare. Harry would weather his imprisonment as long as he could if it meant this helped everyone, if only just a little.

Again he awoke in his cell, and again he began working on the chains. He was making more progress than he realized, soon the mount would be free, and Harry would have a weapon and a chance of escape. How much time passed he didn't know, but Tom eventually paid his visit.

'What do you want from me?' Harry asked as soon as Tom set down. He didn't expect an answer, but his query seemed to bewilder the dark lord.

'Knowledge Potter!' he spat.

'But what knowledge? You ask the same questions over and over but I don't know the answers. Surely with your legimancy skills you know I am telling the truth. Can't we just skip all that and get on with the curses?'

Voldemort snorted, 'So ready to feel pain Potter? What if I enjoy our little talks?'

'But you seem to get so frustrated when I don't know the answer, I just figured I would save you the headache.' Harry smiled, he wasn't sure why but he found this funny. Tom he could tell was not amused.

'Crucio'

Over and over the curse came, during which time Harry had an epiphany. Maybe Tom didn't really want to know anything. He of course enjoyed torturing Harry, but maybe his goal was to break Harry, to destroy his mind like the Longbottoms, and to make an example out of the savior of the wizarding world. It was these thoughts that beleaguered Harry as he lost consciousness.

The dream was much like his last one, in that he was at Privet Drive again. He thought it odd that Remus was again in his dream. Remus was snoozing in a chair beside Harry's bed and it was dark outside. Harry realized with a start that someone was in bed with him, the extra warmth and comfort just felt so right that he didn't notice it at first. It was Ginny, his Ginny.

He smiled at that thought, sometime during the dreams he had become accustomed to referring to her that way, and he hoped to one day see if it could be possible in his waking world as well. He just watched her as she slept beside him, her long hair spread out on his pillow. He ran his hand thru it, the silky feel was amazing and the slight scent of lavender wafted to his nostrils. Ginny snuggled closer and murmured something. Harry leant closer to hear, the words he heard sent chills down his spine, his heart began hurting.

'Please No! Not Harry, please not Harry!'

She was dreaming about him and it seemed to be developing into a nightmare. Harry pulled her close and rubbed her back. He kissed her forehead and whispered to her in as comforting a voice as he could.

'Shhh Gin, its ok. I'm right here. Its goin to be ok, I promise.'

Harry kissed her lightly on her forehead again and she calmed, snuggling tighter into the crook of his shoulder. He noticed a silent tear on her cheek and used his thumb to gently wipe it off. He held her close and listened to the sound of her slow breathing. He remembered that she always liked teddy bears, although she didn't know he knew, he had a long talk with Bill once and it came up. Bill used to bring her a new one from Hogsmeade every year after his third year, and even got her new ones from the different places he visited working for Gringotts. Harry thought of a muggle bear he had seen in a store once, and concentrated as hard as he could on that idea. He felt the tingle of his magic begin to grow and then with a wave of his hand the teddy bear appeared on his stomach. He inspected his work, although he hadn't seen many stuffed animals in his life, he thought it was pretty good, or at least he hoped Ginny would like it.

As if she knew he was thinking about her, Ginny stretched out and her sleepy eyes fluttered open.

'Hey Gin. Sorry I woke you but I wanted to make you something and well I didn't think about it might wake you.' He grinned sheepishly and placed the bear under her chin. She giggle as it was very soft and tickled her.

'Oh Harry, its perfect' She smothered the bear between her and Harry, already falling asleep again.

'Goodnight Gin' he said kissing her forehead and resting his chin on the top of her head.

He heard her mumble a goodnight back before he let himself fall asleep. He really wanted to stay in this dream, but he needed to get some sleep to have the strength for his next torture session.


Hermione woke to a scream echoing off through the house. She rushed upstairs to find most everyone crowding in Harry's room trying to calm a distraught Ginny. Remus was holding her rocking her back and forth telling her it was just a dream. She overheard one of the aurors who had rushed in saying that Ginny had dreamed that Harry had awoken last night. Ginny was stroking a teddy bear lovingly in her arms, a teddy bear that Hermione had never seen before.