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Paring: Viktor Krum/Hermione Granger

Rating: MA

Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.

When Harry started to have these dreams of people getting hurt, Hermione had been confused; there was no explanation for it. She had tried to help him as much as possible, that included going to the library in her spare time to find a book that had some sort of similarity to Harry's dreams. His subconsciousness was connected to another human or in Harry's case, a grotesque humanoid with a half-assed body.

It all started with the dreams, those terrifying dreams that left him gasping for breath and unable to fall back asleep; the first one was a moderate dream. He viewed Hermione falling off the steps up to the fifth floor when the staircases changed patterns in her midstep. Lo and behold, six days later Hermione sprained her wrist by clutching onto the ledge from where she was lucky enough to grab with her fast reflexes. She watched her bag fall to the first floor where it landed in front of Remus, who was startled by the sudden object nearly crashing into his body.

The next came seventeen days after the first, it was a week before Christmas day and Harry watched in his dreams cape as Arthur Weasley was nearly killed by a large snake; soon enough the patriarch to the Weasleys was admitted to St. Mungos with snake bites and poison in his system. Then the final has yet to happen, it was a premonition where Hermione was getting tortured into insanity at the merciless hands of Rodolphus Lestrange.

Since then Harry had been floating over Hermione like a hawk; with Sirius, Viktor, and Remus close by.

As Christmas approached the entire Weasley clan and the rest of the Order celebrated, for Arthur's healthy return from St. Mungos and Sirius' first Christmas with his 'dysfunctional' family all at the dining table. Hermione and Viktor sitting side by side as they ate happily with the Twins and Charlie. Harry was talking to Remus about Occulmency(sp?) and when his lesson may continue, and it was general chaos. One that Sirius had grown to love, it was much better than spending Christmas all alone in Azkaban with only a Dementor for company.

Granted with the fact that Dementors weren't good company to keep at all.

"Don't even think about it you two!" Molly ordered, but they never seemed to listen at all; each giving her a grin before diapparating from the table. Only to appear seconds after they did so with Christmas presents in their arms. "Honestly, just because you can apparate now doesn't man you have to do it all the time!" and the Twins could help but to laugh at her.

"Well then! I guess this means-"

"You don't want the absolutely-"

"Perfect-"

"Stunning-"

"Beautiful-"

"Perfect-"

"You already said that brother of mine! But anyways, our gift to you!"

The two gave their mother a smirk as they handed her the large package in the hands, her face lighting up as she ripped off the wrapping paper with a gasp leaving her lips. Molly smiled as she showed everyone the enchanted set of cooking pots that the twins gave her, it was the one she had had her eye on for the past few months. She leapt to her feet and ran around the long table, hugging her twins until they were blue in the face. "Thank you so much boys!" the entire table snickered at them as they were subjected to a multitude of kisses from their mother.

"Alright! Lay off!" George said as Molly smiled at them with a bandaged Arthur at her side, this is what she loved the most in the world. The family she loved so passionately all sitting at the table along with the others that they considered family as well. Hermione was wrapped in Viktor's loving embrace as Bill and Charlie started to pass out their presents to the family.

Harry was thrown three wrapped lumpy packages in rapid succession and fell off his chair when George threw a large box at Harry, causing the latter to laugh. The redhead siblings tossed two somewhat heavy boxes to Hermione, and was for her and the other for Viktor. Fred chucked a package at Ron, who couldn't catch it on time and was pushed down in his chair by the weight of the box. Molly gave Ginny her little onslaught of bags and boxes before levitating Sirius' towards him as well as doing the same for Remus.

"Well? Come on with it, open them," Molly urged, giving a wave of her hand.

Viktor carefully maneuvered his arms around Hermione's wings and rested his chin and her head, mindful of her ever glowing halo. With Hermione's help he was able to uncover his very own Weasley sweater, a large package of homemade chocolate cauldrons, and a book about how to teach Quidditch. The young siren was given her own knitted sweater with slits in the back for her wings, two boxes of sugar quills, and the updated version of Hogwarts: A History. Harry was delighted to see that he too had received one of the Weasley sweaters that he got every year, a new set of broomstick polish, and a box filled with various items from Weasley Wizard Wheezes.

Remus and Sirius got a sweater from Molly, as custom and a small bag of treats. The two men were then given different gifts from both Harry and Hermione, from the siblings Sirius got a dog collar that said "JUST SO YOU KNOW I AM SERIOUS" and a framed picture of James and Lily Potter holding Harry as a baby. With Hermione giving the Marauder the first aforementioned gift.

The lycanthrope was giving a bag with one thousand euros and five hundred galleons, as well as a pair of suits for teaching, Hermione giving him a cloak with a holster to put his wand in. The two were more than happy to divulge Remus in some money and a new outfit to wear, he never asked for much but they knew by the tears in his eyes it was perfect for him.

As the night wore on the adults were more than content to watch over the teens having fun, Ginny was sleeping next to the fireplace with Crookshanks in her arms. Harry was polishing his Firebolt with the cleaning set he got for it. His sister was laying in Viktor's arms with a book in her lap reading while Viktor held her and read over her shoulder. Charlie and Bill already retired for the night as did Ron and Remus, leaving very few in the living area.

Fred and George were playing with some of their fireworks nearly the entrance to the sitting room, then one wrong throw let the firework go flying and exploding into the wall causing light bulbs to crash as well as some paintings. Sirius watched as the last portrait of his mother was burnt before his eyes, reduced to nothing but ashes. He turned to the twins and asked them with a starstruck look on his face, "Her painting hung with a permanent sticking charm on, so how in the world?"

Both of them just shrugged nervously, not sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Arthur, did I ever mention how much I love your family?"

Giving the twins a high five he strolled to the living area where everyone there was watching with curiosity,

~.~.~.

They were running as fast as they could go with Hermione and Viktor flying above them, and in their hands they held glowing white orbs. Looking down Harry noticed he too was holding one of these orbs. He could hear the pounding of feet behind him, and when he turned to look he saw Ginny, Neville, Luna, and Ron following him closely, as they ran he could see the trails of black smoke following them.

Something wet hit him in the cheek and looking up he realized Hermione was crying, now he took the time to actually looked at her appearance. Her arms were bleeding and her eyes bloodshot, she looked so tired and so much older than what she really was. Viktor was no better, he looked like he just fought his way from the devil's clutches with blood flowing down his face freely and his left eye was in no better shape. There was a large gash over his eyelid, and Harry couldn't tell if the actual eye underneath was damaged or not.

Bookshelves, or so they appeared to be, were fall all around them but it didn't stop the group from running to the sole door in the room. With a flick of his wand he opened the door and fell into the darkness below, he soon realized there was a large drop but before he could warn the others they too fell in. The ground was getting closer and closer, all he resigned to do was close his eyes and reflect on his life.

"Alesto Momentum!"

Both Hermione and Viktor were floating above them with their wands pointed at the group, Hermione's halo giving off a harsh glow in the dark allowing them to kinda see were they were. Then a single light was turned on and what Harry saw baffled him, a large arc with a billowy curtian looking thing that looked as if there was wind blowing in the room. Though he just knew in his head that there wasn't.

"Come out! Come out! Where ever you are!" a screech loud enough to burst his eardrums. In the corner of Harry's eye he watched as Neville stood ramrod straight all of the sudden, as if he knew what was lurking in the darkness.

For it was something the Longbottom scion knew very well, it haunted his every dream and plagued all his nightmares. This was the same voice that cackled with pleasure as she drove two young parents into insanity, as their child cried all alone upstairs in the house. Then all around them the black tendrils of smole had touched down at the same time in a circle effectively keeping the teens in a tight defensive stance. With the given exception of the only two that could fly, but they two were being covered by Death Eaters on broom sticks.

Lucius Malfoy had stepped in front of Harry, talking about something that he could quite hear and when he tried asking what it was his lips felt like lead. So on and on Lucius went on with his spiel, then Harry could hear himself speak against his own will, "I've waited fourteen years."

"I know," Lucius sympathized.

"I can wait a little more," then in a move of stupidity or was it bravery? Harry threw his orb to the ground, smashing it into a million little pieces.

"NO! GET HIM!" Bellatrix screamed and then that is when Hell broke loose. Curses and jinxes were being thrown left and right, Hermione and Viktor were dodging hands and hexes left and right. "Diffindo!" Hermione cried out as she saw Rodolphus Lestrange materialize behind an unsuspecting Harry. The rugged man dropped to a knee as the curse cut into his back, before he was picked up by Fenrir Greyback.

Luna was more than capable of handling two opponents but when three more joined into her fight she knew she was outnumbered as well as outmatched. She fell down with a cry as a Cruciatus curse hit her head on, though the torture was cut short when Viktor threw the man who held her in such curse threw the Veil and watched as his soul detached itself from the body.

"WORMTAIL! OUT OF THE WAY!" Fenrir roared as he pushed aside the stout traitor, he pursued Hermione relentlessly and she knew that she couldn't stay in the air forever. A loud bang was heard and the wall was busted through, several members of the Order of the Phoenix run through. Wand blazing and curses blasting.

Before they could do anything to help the teens and professor, the said Bulgarian was hit with a Killing Curse and his body flew through the Veil. Hermione immediately fell to the floor after him, her eyes filled with pain as they clouded over. "I KILLED VIKTOR KRUM! I KILLED VIKTOR KRUM!" the wretched Lestrange sang as she ran out of the room. Harry tried to run after her, his green eyes filled with rage and despair but he was firmly held back by Remus.

"Let go! LET ME GO!" He screamed as he broke free.

Harry chased after Bellatrix, and his rage consumed him completely and he roared out "CRUCIO!" He savored the moments when he watched her body hit the ground like a sack of potatoes, "Diffindo!" She let out a blood curdling scream as he disfigured her face, her unruly black hair being weighed down with blood. Then he too felt searing pain, one he knew all to well, and he just dropped to the ground.

Mesmerized as he watch blood flow from his body onto the ground surrounding him, the snake like laughter filling his head. Voldemort had come to kill him, to send the young teen to his family beyond the Veil where Hermione and his mom and dad were waiting with arms open. Viktor standing behind his mate, that smile on his face as he beckoned Harry over.

All too soon was that paradise ripped from Harry, he awoke with a start in Sirius' arms. He was surrounded by members of the Order as well as Dumbledore in the small opening between the legs of some bystanders he saw two bodies get levitated out. A Hogwarts skirts was clinging to lifeless skin due to the damp blood that was drying there, a hand was hanging off the wrist by a few tendons and a joint bone. The white scar still there from Umbridge's short reign over Hogwarts, finding a way to cover the blue tattoos on her hand, and a halo that was crumbling from the black that replaced the white glow; that body was followed by a larger one.

Polished shoes were ripped open, a new robe lay in tatters and the face was hardly recognizable. Both of the bodies had wings, the female had white wings that were liberally doused in blood. The male had raven like wings that dragged across the ground as he was pulled farther away from Harry.

Though he could spot these two anywhere, and he reached out toward them with a weak hand, blood sputtering out his mouth as he tried to speak.

"H-H-Hermione. V-Viktor."

With a gasp young Harry bolted upright in his bedroom at Grimmauld Place, and looking around he saw Viktor clutch his pillow in his sleep, and Ron snoring on the floor. He whispered into the night, "I won't let them die."

Though fate was a cruel mistress, and the wheels of destiny were already in place and damned be any prophecy or wizard that stood in its way. Harry trudged out of bed and snuck his way past his sleeping roommates and down the stairs, he really needed a Butterbeer or if allowed some Firewhiskey.

~.~.~.

"Hey pup, what'cha doing up this late at night?"

The Potter turned from his place in front of the stove where a tea kettle was beginning to boil, "Bad dream."

"Wanna talk about it? I'm here for you, you know."

His green eyes were hazy with tears as he shook his head, not trusting his voice at all for the fear he might break down in front of his godfather. Though the reassuring hand on his shoulder breaks all the walls he tried to build, and he collapses into a heap on the ground. Murmuring a soft "Muffliato", Sirius then picked up his thin godson and set him in a seat at the table. "Tell me when your ready," he said as he began to get the tea Harry was previously making, ready for human consumption. The boy must be in worse shape than he thought since he picked up a container of sage and lavender instead of the tea.

The lad just sat there, not moving but letting the tears flow freely down his cheeks as Sirius set a cup in front of him. "Looks like you won't be going back to sleep anytime soon," he poured a tiny bit of Firewhiskey into the tea before doing the same to his.

"Why me?"

Sirius looked up from his perch on one of the counters, leaning against the edge in deep thought. "Hmm? Say that again pup."

"Why me? Why am I the one being tortured by these dreams?" Harry asked before taking a sip of the Earl Grey that Sirius made for them, the sun was just rising as the first beams of light entered the kitchen from the window. Because of this, Sirius saw every tear sparkle as it fell onto the wooden table, and he felt as if there was nothing to do to be able to stop it.

"I don't know Harry, I really don't."

Harry looked up, and asked, "Will you tell me what happens next?"

"I can't."

"Why?!"

" I can't read your bloody mind! Tell me what the dream was about then I could help you."

The teen sighed as he tried to form words into a coherent sentence, there was no other way to put this but bluntly. "I had another vision, this time Hermione and Viktor both died," he whispered.

The Black could only gape, no this couldn't be happening; not so soon! He finally has a family after twelve years of isolation, there was no goddamn way he could let this happen. "Can you try to prevent this from happening?" the young Potter jolted up as he realized that his godfather's idea might just work.

"It's crazy but it might just work."

"Vhat might vork?"

The two turned to see a sleepy Viktor and Hermione standing in the doorway, the ex-Quidditch player was holding Hermione upright as drowsiness was being fled away. "Is that Earl Grey?" she asked as she went to go make herself a cup of the tea. Viktor seated himself at the table just as an owl started to peck on the window, which Hermione let in. A rolled up newspaper in its clutches and a small leather pouch was attached to its legs, humming a little Sirius payed the owl five knuts before taking the paper.

One look at the headlines saw him to give the paper to Viktor, who was giving a cup of tea, as he sipped from his cup.

"What might Harry?"

He looked to his sibling before letting it all out, telling her in full detail about the dream on their solution to preventing such a horrible fate from happening. Hermione looked thoughtful as she nursed her cup, blue tattoos standing out as she was silhouetted by the sun. Viktor watching in concern as he saw Harry break down, the young teen already having his second panic attack that day.

Sirius reached out to touch the top of Harry's head, "Its okay Harry, you don't have to do this alone."

"We're here for you Harry", Hermione said, Viktor only echoing her.

He looked up with a happy smile, "Thanks guys."

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