A/N: This chapter has been reposted due to the fact that I realized that I had started it on the disk but I never finished it, root for the confusion behind Harry's amnesia. So enjoy and so sorry you all were confused.
Thank you SOOOOO much to everyone who put in their favorite names! For a boy its either going to be Christopher or Jonathan, if it's a girl it is going to be either Kathleen or Sadie (I love this name) . The gender of the baby is going to be... a mystery, cause I am not telling! You will just have to wait! So enjoy! I hope you like nauseating scenes cause there is one in here!
The Dreammaker and the Dream
Harry stroked his wounded chest nimbly as he slackened lower in his makeshift bed. So much for operation getaway. He would just have to attempt another tactic…..once his ribs were restored and once all the deatheaters left his area, then Harry would be able crack a shot at fleeing.
Who was he kidding? He knew that the likelihood of escaping were zero. No, less than zero. In the negatives! He had had his chance. And now it was gone, blown away like a leaf in the wind.
The deatheaters could have fixed Harry's broken ribs in a jiffy. But they, like their darling head, savored the display of Harry be ill with excruciating pain.
Harry didn't bother raising his head as the chains swathed around the metal, cage doors rattled their jarring melody.
"Potter" the voice taunted with a vile pitch. "Get up. Immediately!"
His head nagged to let him rest but to fight his captors in a state such as his was like a worm to a bird. He was vigorously compressed in the deatheaters' beak and no matter how much he wiggled he was immovable.
The deatheaters didn't waste a breath of air scoffing the detained wizard.
"Hey Potter, is Dumbeldore's favorite pet going to get his way out of this one?" one heckled in a sinister way.
"Too bad the Dark Lord is dead! I'm sure he would just have loved to have tea with you!" another one afflicted with fulfillment.
Harry contorted his attractive face with an aggressive scowl, but did not act in response to the deatheaters' contempt.
"Heeellllllooooo Harry dearest." Cho clucked. "Please. Take a seat."
Harry's scowl inflated, but a word did not take flight from his lips as he inaudibly sat down.
"I was hoping that your disposition would turn over a new leaf." Cho smiled with achievement. "Now, would you like something to drink? Pumpkin juice perhaps?"
Harry shook his head in negation. His mind was elsewhere, such as the chains that the deatheaters had so naively unshackled from his wrists. Within the perfect time, Harry could maybe, and possibly, escape!
The question was how. With Cho and three of her ruffians inhabiting the room, the option of getaway was all but impracticable. To escape, he would need a real plan!
"I'm so glad you decided to come down and talk, Harry." Cho continued, her back to him as she primed the pumpkin juice. Subsequently, as if one above had heard Harry's prayers, Cho screeched with agitation as the cauldron burst into flames.
"You all!" she screamed, drawing attention to the deatheaters. "Get your slothful feet over here and help me!"
"Finally!" Harry thought gaily as he skulked like a ghost from the room. He was going to escape! Home, here he came!
Just the thought of Luna's ecstasy at the sight of him was plenty enough to replenish him with impulsive fervor. Running down the nearest corridor, Harry did not know where he was going, but all rivers lead to the ocean..
Screams of ire ruptured from behind him. Hasty footsteps hummed and Harry accelerated his pace. To get caught again was not one of the things he planned to do.
But Harry needed not to worry. His mind reeled flabbergasted as his path ceased and he fell … fell into a hole and hitting his head against the wall, blacking the world around him out.
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"M'am?" Scarlett stood tautly in the doorway. Ever since Harry Potter's second endeavored breakout, Cho's head had been swirling with vehemence. "How is Harry doing?"
Cho spun around. Scarlett was quite surprised to find Cho with a smile depressed on her face.
"Oh just fine, just fine." Cho simpered. "Come here, precious. Let me show you something."
"Oh milady, the way you operate things is just so..." Scarlet broke off, hunting for the right word, for it had been harassing her brain for days at a time. "just so ingenious. But I need to decipher something."
"Go ahead." Cho said.
Scarlet bit her lip. How was she to word out on how she was inquisitive of Cho's conspiracy?
"How is it that you can generate such unique and fastidious dreams? I mean, they are so exquisite. How do you create such a thing?"
Cho smiled at Scarlet amiably, but with a trace of acidity.
"Dreams." She exhaled. "The state of a mind marked by abstraction or release from reality. Yes, it may seem complex, but to produce a dream is in point of fact reasonably straightforward."
Cho retreated from Scarlet and withdrew into a room for a brief instant.
"What is that?" Scarlet questioned when Cho resurfaced from the room with a flagon of mauve tinted fluid.
"This," Cho smirked at the glass. "is a dream. Well actually it is not. Dreams are somewhat intricate. You must have a visualization of the dream to allow its fabrication."
"So how do you make a dream?" Scarlet asked.
Cho chuckled.
"Watch" she murmured. Transporting the flagon to a cauldron, Cho leisurely drained the flagon of its fillings. Whatever was in the cauldron fizzed and hissed as the pale purple liquor converged with it.
"Where is my pensieve Scarlet?" Cho asked in a commanding sort of way.
Scarlet hurried from the room, swiftly returning with a silver basin in her arms.
"Give it here." Cho instructed.
Setting the pensieve onto the table, Scarlet viewed on as Cho elevated her wand to her head, causing a hoary juice to pour into the basin.
"Now what?"
"Stop talking!" Cho snapped.
Scarlet pursed her lips as Cho hauled the pensieve to the cauldron. Setting the pensieve into a vertical direction, the pensieve was shortly consumed of its substances.
"Feeliepeliusous!" Cho cried, patting the cauldron with her wand.
Scarlet observed a burgundy mist drift ascend from the cauldron.
"This is a dream!" Cho said jubilantly.
"So what do you do with it?"
"What do you think?"
Scarlet stared in admiration as Cho's wand consumed the vapor.
"Portaliflow Luna Potter." Cho hissed. The miasma gushed from Cho's wand and disappeared from sight.
"Now what?" Scarlet asked.
"We wait." Cho said smugly. "The haze will descend into Luna's brain and when she falls into slumber later tonight, well let's just say that there will be a whole batch of screaming in the next hours of darkness."
Scarlet snickered. She had always thought that her head was exceedingly knowledgeable. But now she knew better. Cho wasn't just intelligent. She was brilliant.
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"NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOO!'
Tonks and Hermione blasted into Luna's room. Her face was smothered with three different shades of white and sweat oozed down Luna's face, combined with an unsullied collection of tears.
"Luna, Luna, wake up! Tonks! Go get Lady Focks." Hermione directed.
It had been a phenomenon that Lady Lucia Focks had discovered the famished, depleted group on her daily amble. She had been jovial to let Remus, Tonks, Hermione, and Luna into her snug and pleasant bungalow. Of course, considering that it only bore three bedrooms, one bathroom, and a den and kitchen, it left the foursome no choice but to share rooms. Tonks and Lupin dozed in one room while Hermione and Luna roomed in the other.
Lucia Focks was a benevolent, aged woman at the ripe ol' age of 73. Needless to say, she was also a muggle. Luna was quick to notice that her house displayed no indication of a magical aura. They were all thwarted with this, but did not nitpick about concealing their wands.
It had been later that night when Luna plunged into one more, menacing and corrupt reverie. Once more the dark silhouette had emerged. Once more had he or she had forced Luna to begin scurrying away into a ocean of blackness. Luna couldn't see, hear, taste, anything! But water besieged her, refusing to discharge her of its grip. Luna had started to drown when she saw something so ghastly, she had started screaming in dismay and could not stop.
Harry floated nearby. Blood filterer from his mouth and eyes, his glasses hanging off a single ear. The other one was gone. His chest had been hacked open, and his heart caged by his rip cage was plainly evident. Where his knees and below had been was gone. Bones peeped through the decaying flesh and one of Harry's eyes merely dangled from its socket.
"No! Harry! He's dead, HE'S DEAD!"
Hermione gulped. It was apparent that Luna's hallucinations were getting more gruesome and sinister. If they intensified, then they would surely kill Luna.
"Shush, shush darlin' it's all right." Lady Fock fussed. "You're gonna be OK."
Lupin sped into the room, Tonks close on his heels. Features of concern and anxiety were splashed on their faces.
"Don't you three worry." Lady Focks assured sympathetically. "She's going to be all right. I can see it in her blood."
"Oh well that's a re- wait a minute. You can see?" Hermione cried.
Lady Focks nodded.
"Oh yes." She said briskly. "I am one of the minority that are capable. That is why I took you four into my house. I could vision noble things from you."
"But why do you keep like a muggle?" Tonks inquired. "I mean, you are miles from any human society. Why the hush hush?"
"Just because I am isolated from any vast towns or villages doesn't mean they don't visit me. I receive at least five or more single hunting groups prodding through my woodland in expectations of snaring a deer or perhaps a fowl or two per month. But no such luck. As I – Oh my heavens!"
"What, what is it?" Hermione asked.
Lady Focks glanced at Luna, who was now sleeping serenely. Tears materialized in the old woman's eyes.
"The child." She whispered. "The child that she yields, may not subsist to even take its first breath!"
A/N: Dun, dun, DUN! Tension and suspense! Don't you just love it? Well, I'm off! Hope you enjoyed:)
