Harry awoke sweating rapidly. He hadn't seen a dream this vividly in a while. He rolled over dumbly feeling for his glasses and when he sat up he noticed the outline of Ron turned towards him out of his own four-poster.
"You okay mate? You were… you know… talking again."
"Yeah, I'm fine Ron. Thanks," Harry managed a half-smile.
"So… I take it that… err… Bellatrix is dead."
Harry was confused for a second and realized that Ron had been awake for longer than he thought.
"I guess so."
"You seem odd Harry. Are you alright? Not to sound mean but your usually a poor mess after one of those nightmares. But now you seem… almost…"
"-Indifferent." Harry finished for him. He was thinking about that himself too. Why wasn't he more panicked? He was indeed sweating, he had just witnessed something alarming and at the same time Harry wasn't frantic. Thinking back to the dream he realized he definitely should be. And especially now, knowing that Voldemort wouldn't use Legilimency to enter Harry's mind anymore he understood that what he saw did really happen and Bellatrix Lestrange was now dead.
Harry recounted the dream to Ron who listened in shock. Harry was almost glad to find himself worry more along with Ron while telling him of the mysterious item Bellatrix couldn't access, her death and Draco.
"Bloody hell," Ron uttered after Harry was finally done.
"Yeah and it was as if I was witnessing it right in front of me."
He could see that Ron didn't understand.
"Usually when I get these dreams they're foggy and unfocused. This one was clear. I think that means something."
Harry got out of his bed and climbed in front of the Gryffindor window. He looked out into the still-dark sky and continued thinking about the dream. Inevitably he would go see Dumbledore in the morning. It was especially crucial that there would be no secrets between him and the headmaster.
"Anything at all you want to talk about Harry, make sure you do so with me. So we both remain, how muggles say it 'on the same track'" Albus Dumbledore had chuckled.
Harry would tell him everything now.
"Harry?" Ron turned "do you ever think that we would be of better use fighting, well… outside of Hogwarts?"
Ron's ears turned scarlet as he said this. Harry bleakly suspected that he would not have dared to ask Harry this question if Hermione was present. When Harry spoke he chose his words carefully.
"It's not the first time I thought of that…" he began slowly "but what's most important is to trust Dumbledore. And yes there are days where I question why I'm still at Hogwarts and although I think I could do it by myself sometimes I've come to realize that I'm useless without his help and it'll only work if I'm-"
Harry put his head in his lap and sighed deeply. He found himself wishing he could do more. He owed it to the wizarding community. All this Chosen One rubbish made him question himself even more. Harry knew that it was him that was supposed to finish off Voldemort eventually but to him sitting in the warm comfort of the Gryffindor common room wasn't exactly the best way to prepare for that day.
"-at Hogwarts," Ron ended forcefully looking at Harry and instantly regretting the question "sorry I-"
"It's nothing."