A/N: Here is another chapter for you all. For all my repeat reviewers, I luv ya all! Big hugs! And to all those lurkers who may be reading this, hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoy writing it. Sorry for being a little late, but I'm posting two stories at once and tend to confuse the post dates for them, and get a bit lost. But here you all go.

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In Dreams

Ron and Hermione were sitting in the carriage, listing to the Head Boy and Girl banter on about the boring tasks that the Prefects had to do. Ron turned his head and looked over to Hermione who was listening with rapt attention. He rolled his eyes; that was so typical of her. Finally after what seemed like ages, they shut up. "I thought that would never end!" Ron was saying under his breath. "Yes, I know what you mean, I don't think I actually heard a word that they were saying though, I was busy." She said distractedly.

Ron stared at her. "What do you mean you didn't here what they were saying, I watched you, and your eyes never left them." Hermione laughed, "You didn't actually think I was paying attention did you? I was only trying to look like I was paying attention, that way I could think about more important matters." She said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. Ron was still trying to process what she had said when the compartment that was slid back revealed a laughing Harry and a grinning Ginny. There were bits of parchment scattered about the carriage and a book was sprawled open in Ginny's lap, utterly forgotten. "What are you doing?" Ron asked looking round at the mess. "My transfiguration essay." Ginny said trying to keep a straight face.

"Yes, I can see that you two got very far on it." Hermione said wryly holding up a blank paper.

"Yes well, we got a bit off topic, and then you two walked in, so I think it is bound for us to never get this done." Ginny said gathering the parchment that had slid off her lap when she had burst out laughing. "Well, you should have gotten that done yourself anyways." Hermione said disapprovingly "Come off it Hermione, like you haven't done that for me and Harry loads of times." Ron said with a grin.

"Yeah, well, I had to keep you lot in Hogwarts somehow, and I knew you wouldn't pass without me!" She said laughing. Ron's smile fell, that wasn't the intent of the barb.

They sat and talked the whole way to the castle and when the train stopped the four of them left their luggage in the train as was customary, and headed out to the very un-horseless carriages. Harry reached out and stroked one of the trestles as he walked by. Ron Hermione and Ginny all looked at him with a nervous look in their eyes. They weren't sure how they were supposed to react. They climbed into the carriage and a few seconds later the long slightly bumpy procession up to the castle began.

Ron and Harry looked at each other when they entered the Great Hall that evening. It was not the same as always. The huge wooden doors looked the same as always, but as soon as the students were inside, they were shut, Professor Flitwick muttered a long incantation under his breath, and the doors glowed a light yellow color, a sound of many ticks and clanks could be heard and the doors were now sealed. The war had started in earnest, of that Harry was now very much aware.

"At least we know they are trying to keep us safe." Harry heard a young girl, second or third year by the looks of her say.

Ginny shot Harry a look, no one else knew of the prophesy, No, more like they have to keep the place safe, because the only hope we have of defeating the enemy lies right here. She thought to herself.

The four of them walked to their seats at the long house table and Ron stifled a laugh at the young tiny first years as they passed. Harry knew why, as he heard a snip of the conversation between two young girls.

Harry smiled, remembering a very similar conversation he had had with Ron upon entering the Great hall for the first time as well.

"I think it's a test." The one little blonde headed witch said to her brunette friend. The darker haired girl looked fearfully at the blond "Do you think it hurts a lot?" She asked, her voice wavering.

Sitting down at the table they saw Professor McGonagall setting the small rickety stool with a very grubby hat on it. The familiar voice rung out from the Hat singing it's sorting song.

The four great founders of this school have long since left these halls

Though each one's handpicked students, I clearly do recall

That is what I am here for, that is my sole intent.

To remember who would pick you, for whom you have been sent.

So try me on and see, where your best fit lies

Which house you may find, will hold your friendship ties.

Maybe in Griffendor you dwell,

If you be just and true,

Bravery and loyalty are most important to you

Or else perhaps Ravenclaw,

If you are clever and quick

Intelligence is what you need, for me to make that pick

Hufflepuff may be your fit

If you are true and kind,

An honest peaceful Hufflepuff is indeed a true find

However you may be Slitherin,

If you are cunning and sly

Those crafty Slitherin will do anything to get by

So why don't we begin, I've never yet been wrong.

Put me atop your head, I'll tell you where you belong.

The hall burst into tumultuous applause and the herd of first years pressed themselves even closer together for fear of being separated from the group. Harry smiled as he saw them, it seemed like so long ago that they were indeed that small and had been in the very same position.

Harry Ginny and Neville were all walking together, talking about how their summers had been, Hermione and Ron were leading the twitchy first years up to the tower, and had left a little bit earlier, to give them a time to learn the halls without the older students towering over them. Neville was laughing at the story of the juice incident in the beginning of the summer, when they stopped suddenly at the familiar painting of the rather fat woman in a large pink dress.

"Waddawissi" Came a voice from behind them. "Ron! It's great to see you, how have you been this summer" Neville exclaimed at seeing Ron behind them.

Harry was quite tired; he hadn't really gotten much sleep the previous night, so he decided to have an early night.

Harry was asleep in seconds.

Suddenly he wasn't anywhere at all. He was falling, floating, it was the most peculiar feeling he had had, and yet it was strangely familiar. He tried to think; he just had a strange untraceable happiness, a detached form of thinking that he couldn't quite place. Imperious curse! A voice that sounded oddly enough akin to Moody's rung through his mind. He saw himself standing in front of a wall, with a can of what looked like red paint, painting on the corridor wall. The dream changed once again, he was now standing in front of a sink in moaning myrtle's bathroom, speaking in a low hiss, the voice was not his own, but the language he could understand quite well. The next thing he saw was a boy, materializing out of a vapor from the pages of a disturbingly familiar book, then he saw himself, sitting in a corner of the chamber, a scarlet bird perched on his knee, a long lethal looking fang protruding form his arm.

Harry awoke with a start. Panting he put his glasses on and the room came into focus. His scar was tingling, not hurting, just tingling. He put the parts of his dream together, and realized with a start, that had not been his dream at all, and it had in fact been Ginny's He needed to think. He walked quietly out of his room and padded down the spiral staircase to the common room. Much to his surprise someone else was already there. Ginny was sitting on the couch by the fire. She looked to be merely thinking, but Harry knew better.

"Gin?" He said quietly, she jumped as though he had yelled

She turned to smile wanly at him. "Still, it seems we lose sleep, even at Hogwarts!" She said in a low voice.

Harry smiled and nodded to her, he noticed he face was red, and her eyes were rimmed. She had been crying. "What did you dream?" He asked. "The usual, I saw the chamber again." She supplied dully. She hated the way that dream made her feel. It had been four years and still the terror that she felt was as real as the first time she had experienced it first hand.

"I know" Harry said sitting besides her. "What do you mean you know?" She asked with a laugh. Harry's face was quite serious. "I know because I saw it too. I saw your dream." He said confusedly. Ginny looked at him, every feature of her face was carved with surprise. "I didn't know that you could see my dreams too!" She said slightly breathlessly. Harry looked up sharply, "What do you mean by that?" He said slowly.

"I have been able to see people's dreams for a long time now, ever since the summer after first year." She said quietly looking down at her feet.

Harry was stunned he had no idea. "Did you tell anyone?" He asked.

Ginny nodded. "Yeah, Dumbledore knows as does my parents." Harry's head was spinning. Then his stomach dropped. "I know all about the third task, with the cemetery." She said honestly.

Harry nodded. This was a little bit too much to take in at one moment in time. Not only could Ginny see other people's dreams, she also knew things about himself that no one, save for Dumbledore knew. "Is that how you really knew about the prophecy?" He asked, thinking about the first nighttime conversation he had had with Ginny. That seemed like an eternity ago. Ginny nodded. "No one is supposed to know, I would have told you sooner." Harry looked at her questioningly, "Than why tell me now?" Ginny stared back at him. "Because you can see my dreams, Dumbledore said that those who were good at Ooclumency were also good at legitimacy and therefore were more receptive to other's thoughts, especially if they are asleep."

"What have you seen of mine?" Harry asked. He really thought he wasn't going to enjoy the answer very much but he had to know just the same.

"Everything." She said simply. "I've seen what I presume was Voldemort, at your house on Halloween 15 years ago. I've seen Peter Pettigrw had his arm lobbed off and him withering on the floor." She broke off looking at the floor. "We learned about the unforgivables in class last year. I never thought someone my age could go through all three." She said sadly. Harry looked at her bleakly, "You saw the crutatious then."

Ginny's thought tightened. Her eyes watered. "Yes. It was horrible. I felt as though every fiber of my being was on fire." she said "I don't know why I'm crying. There you are, who actually lived through it and you don't even bat an eye." Ginny said quickly wiping her face with the back of her hand. Harry moved closer to her and put her hand down.

"I'm really sorry you had to see all that Gin." He said softly, guessing that tonight had been more that just the chamber, because he himself had seen Cedric once more.

"Did you see Cedric?" He asked calmly. Ginny's battle with her tears had been lost and she nodded dismally. "It was the fourth time, and it never gets any easier." Harry put his arm around her shoulders; Ginny buried her head into his neck." Harry sat there for a while. He had done this more than once, she would inevitably fall asleep and he would take her to her room. This time it was different though, this time it was al his fault that she was upset the way she was. She was upset for him, and he didn't deserve that. He didn't know when he fell asleep like that on the couch.


A/N: I don't know about you, but I so want my bf to act like Harry… Ah well, can't have everything.