Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. All I own is my original characters and settings that will come up later is the story.

I am rewriting/adding parts of this story to improve it and get rid of inconsistencies. If you see any let me know.

Another chapter rewritten and extended. Tell me if it's improved if you've read it before. And if you're a 'virgin', so to speak, just drop a line and tell me how it's going.

I'm going to make a calendar and post it on my website to explain the time duration of all this. There are days in between some of the chapters that explain Harry's changing behavior. As time goes by he's adjusting to his environment. I'll post a note when it's up. It might take some time.

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"Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end. O churl, drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after? Oh happy dagger, this is thy sheath, there rust, and let me die." Cali draped her arm over her forehead and swooned back against the couch.

"This is a happy play. Bloody hell this Shakespeare guy is depressing." Harry reached over to get his Pepsi off the end table.

Cali giggled and shut the book. "Well yes. But it's perfect. It's all about love. The fight for it and the ultimate surrender to it." She clapped her hand to her heart.

Harry slurped his Pepsi and shook his head. "It's still depressing."

Cali ran her finger down the spine of the three-inch thick book. "Too depressing for you right now?"

Harry shrugged and put the can back on the wet ring it left on the table. "No. I don't think so." He propped his feet on the edge of the coffee table. "But did this man write anything happy?"

She balanced a gummy bear on her nose. "That is the great debate. But let's try a comedy." She jerked her head and caught the bear in her mouth. She slid her finger down the pages, dug her fingernail into a spot halfway down, and pushed the preceding pages open. She cleared her throat and threw her arms into the air. "If nothing lets to make us happy both But this my masculine usurp'd attire." The book dropped closed again. "Is that better?"

Harry lowered a strand of liquorish into his mouth. "Is some woman dressed as a man?"

Cali laid her legs across his. "Yes."

He pushed her legs off and smacked her hand away from trying to smooth his hair. "Why?"

She smacked him back and slurped the last of her smoothie off the bottom of the cup. "I don't have any idea. That is still the one part of this play that makes no sense to me. At least in As You Like It there was a reason Rosalind dressed like a man."

Harry took the cup out of her hand and tossed it into the garbage can next to the sofa. "This guy wrote more than one play with women dressed as men?"

Cali popped the cooler on the coffee table open and pulled out a green can. "Yep."

Harry dragged his Pepsi across the table, pulling the water along with it. "Wow."

She pulled the tab up and folded it back and forth. It snapped off and she dropped it on top of the cooler. "Pretty much." Cali took a sip of her 7-up. She grinned and pushed the book off her lap. It landed with a thump and she kicked it under the table. "I love Shakespeare. It has every possible problem in it exaggerated to the extreme."

Harry took a gulp of his Pepsi. "Does anyone get raped in them?"

"I don't--" Cali stopped and set her drink on the table. "Oh." She set her feet flat on the floor.

Harry turned the can around in his palm. "Yeah."

She bit her lip and started chewing on her thumbnail. "I don't know if Shakespeare can help that."

Harry took a deep breath and set the can down on the table. He turned and pulled his legs onto the couch facing her. Dive in like a true Gryffindor Potter. "What about dreams? If you don't know if something is real or not?"

Cali tucked her legs in and pulled her feet on top of her thighs. "Dreams? There's a lot of dream stuff in Shakespeare. Warnings, prophecies, and the like."

Harry dropped back, bouncing off the velvety fabric. "Bloody hell."

Cali interlaced her fingers in his, brushing her thumb over his fingers. "It--It was a dream?"

He closed his eyes. Her skin slide over his, sending goose bumps up his arms. "Yes. No. I--I don't know."

Her fingers stilled. Her other hand was pinching her bottom lip. "Have you had the dream more than once?"

Harry pushed his glasses up and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Yes. Every time I try to sleep."

She slid closer. Her leg pressed against his. "What makes you think it might not be a dream?"

How much can I tell her? I was sent here to get help. They can't help me if they don't know what's going on. "I--I've had dreams that have been true."

She bounced and grabbed his other hand. "You're clairvoyant?"

He leaned away from her. What did she get so excited? "I'm what?"

She lifted her shoulders and pulled her arms together. "You can see the future?"

He shook his head and snorted. "No. I suck at divination. That's why I don't know what to think about this."

Cali relaxed back and sucked her lower lip into her mouth. "I think I might need the background to help you with this. Can you--do you want to tell me?"

Harry pulled his left hand away, drained his Pepsi can, and threw it into the garbage. "It's a really long story."

Cali pulled him so he turned on the couch and then leaned against him. "I don't have anything else to do today."

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