Interlude

Once when Harry and I went out to a muggle bookstore, we heard someone shout 'it's like trying to find a needle in a haystack; impossible." Harry had immediately refuted, using his common sense that annoyed the hell out of me sometimes. He had replied 'use a magnet' to the person who had yelled. It's sufficient to say nothing but silence came out of that man after that.

That night, I had had a dream. In it, Harry, Ron and I were sitting in front of a haystack trying to find a needle. Then, Voldemort had apparated in and used Accio to call it forth. Then, the snake had turned it into Gryffindor's sword and pierced it through every one of his horcruxes. As each horcrux was demolished, Voldemort became younger and younger, until his image was of a 5-year-old child with green eyes and black hair in hand me downs. After we had stared at each other for at least a minute, the image changed to that of another child with green eyes and black hair in hand me downs. This child had a highly distinct scar on his temple.

Why was this important? I had that dream again, in our first night in 1977. It was most likely all the karma flying around and how I could not find an explanation for this predicament we were in. but that didn't explain why Voldemort would suddenly change into Harry. This was going to take a while to figure out. I needed a little dream counseling, guess Divination did come in handy from time to time.

I woke up that night with a cold sweat covering my body. I was shivering aggressively and my head was pounding. I felt more tired than when I had actually gone to sleep. I slowly sat up leaning heavily on my headboard and pulled the thick comforted more securely around me.

Harry was snoozing lightly in the room beside me. After thinking about it for a little while, I stood up from my bed and sneaked into his. He was there, sleeping in a scrunched up position. The blanket had fallen off the bed at some point in the early night. As soon as I saw him, I felt like there was this big warm blanket around me telling me it would protect me. He was my security blanket.

I watched him discreetly from a corner, he was sleeping soundly. That was probably due to the fact that Harry had been taking Dreamless Sleep potion until the night before we were adopted by the dragons. He started taking that potion right after he came out of Hogwarts. The blood of the dragons had made the effect permanent and Harry didn't have any more demons prowling around his mind at night any longer. It had turned out to be a blessing. He was now happier than anyone had ever witnessed him to be.

I did not take the potion, even though I was offered. Back then, I didn't have any nightmares. I, in a strictly unseemly fashion, underestimated what constant nightmares could do to you. Long ago, when Harry had tried to describe it to me and Ron, I just thought he was exaggerating. Now, I was the one victim to them.

Harry suddenly shivered and I hurried over to him to pull the blanket around him. As I pulled it above his abdomen, he caught my hand and quickly sat up in alarm. He was ready to fight. Seeing that it was me, he looked around the both of us frantically – a symptom both of us had acquired after the war. Then, he checked down to see if I was injured.

Harry was such a sweetheart; he pulled me into his bed beside him after he realized that I had had a nightmare. He covered me with my blanket and then placed his blanket slightly over me to make me warm. When he was finished, he sat beside me. We sat there in silence for a few moments, simply basking in the other's presence. We had nothing to say, we needed nothing to say. As I sat there lost in my own thoughts, Harry placed an arm around my shoulders and held me in a one-arm hug. It was not overwhelming, but neither was it uncomfortable.

He truly was the best brother I could have asked for. We could die for each other just as fast as we could kill. We had demonstrated this far too many times to each other already.