*peeks in and looks around bashfully* long time no posted... okay, the reason I've posted this chapter isn't because I've only JUST written it. It's because I've had it for AGES and since I'd like to get back into fanfic writing now that I'm not as busy as I was and also because I've gotten over my writers block, I thought I may as well finish off the ones I started ages ago... so I'll be posting all the chapters I forgot to post here (had them also on another couple of sites) then I'll be ready to finally finish this off... I've also got a few others I'll be posting in the near future that I wrote ages ago so look out for them...

so, without further ado...

Chapter 4: Visions

It wasn't too long before Kingsley decided it was safe for Molly to take Harry home after several tests and investigations. Surprisingly Harry's resurrection still hadn't made the news but Kingsley, Arthur and Percy were sure that the rest of the world would know soon enough. With Harry now be staying at the Burrow while he recovers, Kingsley organised for there to be extra security around the perimeters, something that the Weasley's hadn't needed to experience for over seven years. Charlie seemed to be the only one particularly happy about this arrangement as it meant that Briohny McAllister would be patrolling with the other Aurors and security wizards and witches.

It was just before lunch when Ron arrived with a bewildered looking Harry flooing straight from the Hospital Wing in Hogwarts on a special link the Ministry had organised just for Harry. Shaking his head quickly as he removed the soot he had collected from his travels, Harry barely even took in his surroundings for a few moments. Once he felt basically soot free, Harry looked around the small room which seemed to be filled with all sorts of wizarding knick knacks and objects. Amazed, he glanced around quickly trying to take in every inch of the room before his eyes finally rested upon the most unusual clock. Instead of numbers it had positions like 'home', 'travelling', 'lost' and 'mortal peril' and instead of two clock arms it had fourteen which all had faces on its end. Harry was perplexed to see his own face positioned at 'home', finding it strange that he wasn't able to remember such a magnificent house.

Smiling slightly Ron finally spoke up, "It's not much but its home."

"It's brilliant, so much livelier than the Hospital Wing." Harry replied.

Ron smiled even brighter before walking towards the kitchen, "Come on, I bet mum has a feast all set up for your arrival."

As soon as the two entered the kitchen they were suddenly hit by Mrs. Weasley as she dashed to both of them to give each of the men hugs. "Oh my dear, it's just like before, both of you walking in like that. I'm nearly bursting with happiness at this moment. I never thought in my wildest dreams that I'd be able to have so many of the family here once again. Did you have a good trip flooing from Hogwarts? Are you hungry, I've made all your favourite foods."

Blinking quickly Harry turned his head to find Ginny trying hard to stop giggling. Looking weary, Harry then turned back to Mrs. Weasley and shrugged, "Err yeah; I assume it was a good trip. I mean we weren't burnt and we got here so I guess it was OK. Don't know if that spinning was normal though, my stomach still feels like it's been thrown in a washing machine and had a couple of spins."

A small squeal erupted from Mrs. Weasley before hugging Harry once again. "Oh Harry! Go on into the garden dear, lunch won't be too long."

"Yeah, thanks Mrs. Weasley."

"It's Molly dear and it's no problem. Now go out there and have fun."

Nodding, Harry followed after Ron, pausing for a moment when Ginny reached him. "Don't worry, she'll be back to normal soon, telling you that you are too thin and need feeding up, I'll guarantee it."

"That's something to look forward to." Harry replied in a whisper.

"It will become second nature to you to duck and weave whenever she edges towards you. Part and parcel with mother's I guess."

Harry stopped and frowned as he looked towards the ground. "I wouldn't know, I both don't have one and can't remember." he said bitterly. Harry was only told the day before by Ron that his own parents were killed when he was very young.

Ginny smiled weakly and rested her hand upon Harry's shoulder, causing his stomach to swoop in delight, "I understand but smile, at least you have us."

Turning his head to survey the many red heads, the Minister, the loopy blonde that fascinated with weird, make believe animals, the man who could hardly remember his own name but would never forget a name of a plant, the giant and the weird creature that went by the name of Kreacher, Harry quirked his lips into his old trademark smile, "You know, that isn't very reassuring."

Many hours passed before all the meals were finally consumed, tightening everyone's waist bands and leaving a content drowsiness over the garden. Harry seemed more at ease as the day went by and longed to remember every aspect of his life. Smiling, he wondered exactly what his life had entailed. Apart from his lack of parents, Harry had decided his life was filled with happiness beyond all measures, judging how content he was feeling. He must of spent a lot of his childhood here with the Weasley's as the house, as strange as it was, seemed like home to him. His mind then drifted towards Ginny, who had been an even brighter ray of sunshine in Harry's misty, confused state. He felt strangely close to her. He couldn't quite explain it but it was there, burning softly in the pit of his stomach. Feeling his mind drift as he thought of Ginny, Harry was brought back to earth by Mrs. Weasley's voice.

"Your hair is getting way too long Bill. I hoped that once you became a parent you'd get rid of that horrible ponytail."

"Fleur doesn't mind it so I'm keeping it" Bill replied

Mrs. Weasley frowned and then glanced quickly over at Fleur, "Yes well that's not unexpected; she is your wife after all. Oh dear it's getting really out of hand, it would look much better shorter, wouldn't it Harry?"

As Harry started to shrug his whole world became pitch black and not a sound was made. Several long moments passed before a green light slowly appeared, growing ever so larger. Harry felt a twang of fear as the light illuminated the scene and showed a teenage boy being hit by the light then falling heavily to the ground in a dank graveyard. He then felt a sharp pain run across his arm and with a quick flash he was facing a horrifying man, who barely even resembled a human at all. His skin was ghostly white with piercing red eyes and a snake like nose. His smile was mocking as he lowered himself into a bow and his wand clutched ready in his hand. With an almost bone chilling high voice the man spoke, "...bow to dead, Harry..."

The words echoed through his ears before Harry heard himself scream and collapse.

"Harry, Harry. Are you alright?" a soft voice whispered into his ears. "Harry?"

Slowly Harry brought his heavy lidded eyes open to reveal three blurry figures leaning above him. Cursing, he groped for his glasses to find that they were nowhere near him.

"Here Harry, I have them." Another voice said with a note of worry.

Harry shoved on his glasses to find Ron, Hermione and Ginny standing over him, all with a concerned look upon their faces. Harry then glanced around to find he wasn't in the graveyard or in the garden, but in a bed. Smiling weakly, Harry tried to sit up but he found that every muscle in his body was like jelly and his right arm pained severely. He took one glance and was shocked to find his arm was roughly bandaged.

"What happened?" Harry asked the group at large.

"That's what we were just about to ask you." Ron replied with a slight unnatural strain to his voice. "Tell you what, you bloody scared us."

Harry stared blankly then shrugged, "I - I'm not sure. One minute I was sitting down in the garden and the next minute I'm lying in this bed feeling like rubber." Harry lied. He didn't feel comfortable telling the three of them what he had seen, even though they had all supposingly been his closest friends. "Look, could I have some rest, I'm feeling really tired."

"But Harry, are you sure you-"

"Yeah I'm fine really, I'm just tired."

Nodding, Hermione reluctantly went to leave the room, dragging Ron with her. Only Ginny stayed, looking him straight in the eye. "You're not fine, are you?" she said finally.

"What are you, my fairy god mother? I'm telling you I'm fine and there's nothing to worry about."

"You can't tell me not to worry. I know you, Harry."

"Oh then maybe you can teach me as I bloody well don't know myself!" Harry hissed back at Ginny, causing her to step back slightly.

"Don't start with me Harry; I know you had a flash of your past." Ginny barked back, her hands on her hips and staring fiercely at Harry.

"So you are a seer as well, are you? Well that's a handy hint to know."

"You know sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, Harry."

Harry stared daggers at Ginny because of her nerve, not wanting to give her the pleasure of knowing what he saw. "What makes you think I'll tell you anyhow? Why should it matter?" He yelled.

Tilting her head slightly, Ginny felt her arms relax and smiled, "It matters because I care for you. We all do."

"Why though, to me you are all random people in a random world, why should it matter at all?"

"We may be random people to you but you're not a random person to us, to me."

Smiling knowingly in a forced expression, Harry shook his head, "No, I'm just something fascinating for you all to watch and study! Poor stupid Harry, let's all put him in a cage and poke sticks at him. Gee, that would be fun!"

Ginny's face burned and her eyes became to build a dangerous fire behind them."Is that all you think? You think we are doing this; we are like this, because we think that a poor boy that's lost his memory would be fascinating to watch and a great lab rat? How dare you! Do you honestly think so poorly of me? Does what my family has done for you matter so little? Do I?"

Before Harry could answer Ginny shot him one last glare before she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Sighing, Harry wished he had not said many of the things he had said, especially to Ginny. She did not deserve to be treated the way she was and neither did her family. Standing up to follow Ginny, Harry took one step then swayed on the spot before falling heavily upon the bed, falling to sleep from lack of energy.

A strange mistiness came over Harry as he slept, causing him to whirl uncontrollably through his vacant mind, searching for some clue to his existence. Hoping beyond hope, Harry strained his head, looking for a moment, one moment in which he could think upon happily, something completely different to the dank, mournful graveyard. Seeing a glistening door appear in front of him, Harry crossed his fingers, hoping that it would indeed be a happy memory. Opening the door, Harry stepped into it to find himself walking up the stairs with a younger looking Ron and Hermione, who were chatting idly. Following the duo, Harry only stopped when he heard a voice.

"Harry, will you come in here for a moment?"

Feeling himself move automatically, Harry followed Ginny into her room, a strange nervousness come over him as he stepped over the threshold. Harry took in the bright surroundings of the room then looked down when Ginny had wished him a happy birthday.

"Yeah... thanks." Harry replied awkwardly, causing himself to grimace inside slightly.

Harry observed intently, taking in his old mannerisms as he tried to avoid Ginny's eyes.

"Nice view" Harry said feebly, looking out into the yard in which there was some sort of field.

Ignoring Harry's comment, Ginny spoke. "I couldn't think what to get you."

"You didn't have to get me anything." Harry replied, but Ginny seemed to ignore this too.

"I didn't know what would be useful, Nothing too big, because you wouldn't be able to take it with you."

Harry chanced a look at Ginny, whose face was soft, yet not tearful.

Taking another step closer, Ginny continued to speak, "So then I thought I'd like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you meet some Veela when you're off doing whatever you're doing."

"I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be honest."

"There's the silver lining I've been looking for." Ginny whispered, and then moving closer, she kissed Harry passionately. Letting go of all his worries, Harry gave in to the blissful oblivion, feeling as though nothing existed apart from himself and Ginny. She seemed as though nothing else mattered in the world, nothing was more real than Ginny, the feel of her, one of his hands moved along the slender of her back while the other ran through her sweet smelling hair. Harry felt that he could be like this forever but a loud bang awoke him from trance, taking him from the memory and back into the void.

Scolding his luck, Harry searched again, hoping that he could find the door he had just visited. Several moments went by without such luck and Harry was going to just give up when he saw another door appear, similar to the other door but it didn't seem to glimmer like the other did. Holding his breath, Harry opened the next door, finding himself sitting down under a marquee, next to a rather dark looking man with a curved nose.

The young man scanned around the dance floor then commented in a thick accent, "This girl is very nice looking." pointing at Ginny, who was dancing with a younger version of Luna, her golden dress shimmering brightly, hypnotizing Harry, calling him to watch her every move.

Harry watched Ginny resentfully as he heard the man say something else. He felt as though all his strength was keeping him from going up to her and dancing with her. Harry then felt himself reply irritably, "Yeah and she's seeing someone. Jealous type. Big bloke. You wouldn't want to cross him."

Wanting to watch Ginny for the rest of his days, Harry felt a sudden jolt as his body drifted from the scene, a bright light blinding him.

Harry woke abruptly, the sun streaming into the room. Straining, Harry tried to remember the dream he had but for the life of him he could only remember one detail, a woman, a stunningly beautiful woman in a gold dress. Harry shook himself with a little smile before putting his glasses on and tentively stepping out of bed. Once he realised he was able to take more than a few steps without collapsing, Harry made his way directly to the door, his stomach crying for food, but before he could even reach for the door handle, it swung up to reveal a grim looking Ginny carrying a over laddened tray of breakfast.

"Mum thought you'd still be bed ridden so she got me to send this up for you." Ginny said curtly, her icy stare hitting Harry like a cold shower. Placing the tray on the bed Ginny shot Harry one last look of discontent before making her way towards the door.

"Wait!" Harry cried out before the door closed behind Ginny.

Ginny turned slowly to face Harry, closed the door then placed her hands to her hips as if waiting. A couple of seconds passed before Ginny rolled her eyes, sending him another expectant look that clearly told him that he had to speak first.

"Well okay, look I just want to apologise to you about the other day, it was a bit out of line, I guess -"

"A bit out of line? You have to be joking! You insulted me, my family and everyone who's ever cared about whether you are fine or not!" Ginny replied acidly, her eyes burning once more.

"As I said a bit out of line, but you need to understand you have no idea what I am going through."

"Yeah, well I was probably a little out of line myself. I never meant to attack you like I did, I'm just-" Pausing to find her words without telling too much, Ginny smiled sweetly at Harry, wanting to hug him tightly but just placed her hand upon his own. "It's just; it's hard for us too. You wouldn't understand how hard it is."

"Right and the guy with amnesia should be the understanding one. I come to this strange house, surrounded by people I really don't know and then I get this painful vision of some sadistic, deformed maniac who thinks killing teens and slicing their arms open in the middle of graveyards are the things to do and I'm the one that should understand?" Harry blurted out in his anger, regretting suddenly that he had told Ginny about his vision. Harry turned away suddenly, pacing the floor before looking into Ginny's eyes which weren't holding any anger behind them but shock.

"You had a vision of Tom?" Ginny asked quietly.

"I have no idea what his name was. All I know is he had chalk white skin, red eyes like snakes and no nose, just slits." Harry replied quickly, he didn't want to think about the person, let alone know that he has such a normal name like Tom.

"But, I - I have to go." Ginny said quickly, as though her mind had been working at a million miles per hour. "I'm sorry I barked at you, I was just - I'll be back soon, I promise." And with that Ginny made for the door, closing it behind her with a small click.

Ginny's mind reeled as she made her way directly down to the kitchen where she knew Hermione was. She had hoped and assumed that as Harry regained his memory back he would start with small, simple things like how he always would do certain things a particular way or a small mention of one of the most insignificant things. She would never have believed the first thing he remembered was the graveyard. Once in the kitchen she made her way towards Hermione, ignoring her mother's mentions of breakfast.

"Hermione, we need to talk." Ginny said quietly so only she could hear.

"Can't it wait, I'm starving." Hermione replied as she took another bite of herself made kipper and pancake sandwich.

Shaking her head and ignoring the foul stench of the mixed foods, Ginny grabbed Hermione by the arm, aiming for the sitting room.

Waddling quickly behind Ginny, Hermione huffed when she was forced into a lumpy armchair, "You could have at least let me bring my breakfast!" Hermione said in a frustrated tone. "What is it that's so urgent then?"

"OI Ginny, what do you think you are doing, harassing my wife? That's my job!" Ron burst into the room, walking straight towards Hermione, handing her the kipper and pancake sandwich.

"Thanks Ron. Great to have your support" Hermione said indignantly.

"Always there for you Hermione."

"Are you two finished?" Ginny groaned heavily, "I was just about to talk to you about Harry?"

"What's he done now, he hasn't been going off about the family again?" Ron asked, half smiling.

Shaking her head fiercely, Ginny stared directly at Hermione and sighed, "He's had a vision of Tom, in that graveyard, the night he returned."

Several seconds passed before anything was said.

"But, but that doesn't mean anything's wrong. He's just got one of the worst memories out of the way, right?" Ron asked, his voice tweaking up a little.

"This was when he collapsed yesterday? Something must have triggered the memory, no other way to explain it." Hermione replied.

"Like what, we weren't saying things like 'Gee, I miss those days when a supposed unkillable madman wanted to do you in?' were we? " Ron replied with a sarcastic tone.

"I wasn't meaning like that, I was thinking it could have been the most frivolous object, scent or even sound." Hermione replied quickly back, glaring at Ron.

"So just being back here could not have tweaked it a bit then?"

"Of course it could Ron, don't be silly. All I'm saying is that even the smell of the Treacle tart could have brought it back to him." Hermione answered.

Just as Ron was going to reply back, he was interrupted by a loud voice that echoed around the room. "Oh don't stop talking about me on my account, I love having strangers talking about how fragile and dangerous poor Harry Potter is! Talking about things behind my back about my own horrific memories that just so happen to jump up at me and bite me in the butt just because something 'triggers' it! If that's what all my life was about then honestly I'd rather not know about it."

"Oh Harry, we didn't mean to talk behind your back -" Hermione started but was stopped again by Harry.

"And another thing, can you two stop narking at each other, you know how much it gets on my nerves listening to you two bickering about the most minor thing."

Ron furrowed his brow then stepped up to Harry and bringing himself to his tallest, "Don't go having a go at my - What?"

"What do you mean 'what'?" "Harry barked back.

Walking right up to Harry, Ron looked closely at Harry and frowned again, "I mean what did you say about us narking at each other?"

"I - I don't know. It just came out of my mouth." Harry replied perplexed.

Grinning, Ron stepped even closer to Harry and clapped his arm around Harry's shoulders, "Good to start getting you back mate, and I've been missing you!"

"So, having a go at you two for arguing is a good thing?"

"Of course it is. You used to tell us that you hate us bickering all the time!" Hermione smiled, hugging Harry in reply. "And I'm sorry, we should have talked to you about it, we were just so surprised that you remembered that memory out of all of them."

Harry smiled slightly before bringing his hand to his hair and ruffling it slightly, "Yeah, well I probably should have talked to you about it before. I mean you were supposed to be my friends, after all."

"Oh Harry!" Hermione squealed in a Mrs. Weasley type way, stretching her arms around Harry to hug him once again.

"Come on mate, if you're doing this well then today would be the best day to work on Quidditch. All this soppy stuff will go to the girls heads soon. It's bad enough that the hormones are turning my wife into my mother. Not a turn on, believe me." Ron piped in, peeling his wife off his best friend.

"Ron, we need to talk about Harry's memory. He needs to know." Hermione replied pleadingly.

"Later, Hermione. There are more important things than a defeated dark lord."

Harry let out a small laugh then stopped when he noticed the deadly look upon Hermione's face. He was grateful and relieved to put off this talk about his memory, even though he felt it was very significant that he knew. The heaviness of the air that had hung around him from the moment he had woken from his state had begun to lift and Harry wasn't eager to bring it back any time in the near future. Opting Quidditch would be better than having to think about his past, Harry thought as he began walking with Ron towards the back door. Taking one last look at Ginny, who had been stony quiet during the whole moment, Harry smiled then was nowhere to be seen as Ron happily marched Harry off to the Weasley's Quidditch yard.

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okay, next chapter will be up in the next couple of hours... just have to go over it etc... hopefully you like this chapter...