Chapter 13 – Dream Sequences and Review Responses!
Author's Note: Thanks for the great reviews, guys! a.r. Alston, if you have any suggestions on how I can make Harry more in character I'd appreciate it, I've found he's the hardest character to write. HermioneGranger and callie: you're awesome! I hope you guys like this chapter, I had fun writing it.
Harry had always found that the Hogwarts feasts always had a funny way of messing with his dreams, especially if he was stressed. He had never quite forgotten the nightmare he had had after his first ever feast, when Quirrell's turban had told him to transfer to Slytherin. The second his head hit the pillow, he was out cold and having a very strange dream. It was sort of like the old nightmare from his first year, when his parents disappeared in a burst of green light, but it was more detailed this time.
In the dream, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Neville and Luna were back in the Department of Mysteries in their fifth year, only this time James and Lily were with them. Harry watched again as Sirius fell backwards through the veil as it fluttered, but then he watched, horrified, as Lily and James grabbed hands, yelled "See ya, Harry!" and took a running leap at the arch, disappearing into it after Sirius in a cloud of maniacal laughter, leaving Harry with no parents, no godfather, and to deal with Ginny's broken ankle, Ron's Acid Trip spell, Hermione and Luna's unconsciousness, and Neville's broken face. "Holy shit!" Harry whispered as he sat bolt upright in bed, sweating. It's okay, he reassured himself. Their real goodbye won't be anything like that. He looked over at James, who was snoring lightly, and eventually lay back down.
James was dreaming of feeding Snape to a hippogriff. "This is delicious," said the hippogriff. "You should bring me more humans in the future, okay? And hey, score getting with Lily."
As if on cue, Lily appeared. "Hey, baby," she said, giving him a hug. "I just came from nursing Harry, and my breasts are so sore!"
"Damn," the hippogriff whispered in James' ear. "You should hit that!"
Before James could respond, Lily kept talking. "Anyways, Voldemort is here to kill us now. You ready?"
"Sure," James replied, and they went over to Voldemort.
"Okay, let's get this over with," Voldemort said in a bored voice. "Avada Kedavra!"
James woke up, his limbs flailing. He knocked over his goblet of water onto Ron's face. Why can't Lily talk like that in real life? he wondered before falling asleep again, and when he woke up in the morning, he didn't remember the dream at all.
Ron woke up, spluttering, to a faceful of water. "What the hell?" he mumbled. Ron had been dreaming that he was lying on a bed of Sugar Quills, watching Hermione snog Fleur Delacour.
"Your tongue eez so forceful," Fleur said mid-kiss. "I can 'ardly feet eet into my mouth!"
Ron made a squeaking noise of disbelief and Hermione looked over and noticed him. "Ronald Bilius Weasley, you get out of here!" she said reprovingly, throwing a fistful of water at him. The day real life is like that, I will give Snape a great big hug, Ron thought grumpily, staring at the ceiling.
Across the tower in the girls' dormitory, Lily dreamt of her and James' wedding. "If anyone should have a reason why these two should not be joined in marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace," the minister said. Snape hung upside down in the back of the church, his eyes staring daggers at James. "I now pronounce you husband and wife," the minister said. "You may kiss the bride."
"C'mon baby, let's go kiss under the mistletoe," James said, leading her underneath Snape, where he gave her their first kiss as husband and wife. Lily woke up breathless, and she knew what she had to do before she left.