Chapter Nine; The Dream
Thanks guys! For this next chapter I've decided to do what I've done with the wizarding group The Dragons (based on The Backstreet Boys which I am a HUGE fan of and I'll be the first one to admit it) and merge it with another one of my stories, so yeah, I know it's getting kind of weird and totally AU, but I hope that you'll enjoy it anyway. Lots of love! Oh and this chapter has a little bit of religious content. Again I do not wish to offend anyone, just doing something different since anything can happen in a fantasy story and my religious beliefs mean a lot to me. But I'm glad that most of you seem to like it or you're overlooking it so thank you very much!
Harry followed Ginny into the Gryffindor common room. "So what did you want to show me?" he asked her but instead of answering him, she simply wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes before she started passionately making out with him. Harry closed his eyes and kissed her back before they finally broke apart. "Oh I see, you just wanted to come up here to snog." He said.
"Yeah," she began with a pause. "why is that a problem?" she asked him.
"Of course not." He told her with a grin before they continued kissing each other when suddenly they were interrupted with a petrified shriek. They broke apart again and turned to look at Dean Thomas who was standing there before them with his jaw dropped down with a horrified look on his face.
"What the hell are you doing kissing my girlfriend!?" he yelled as Harry narrowed his eyebrows and glared at him.
"She's not your girlfriend anymore, she's mine." He told him when all of a sudden Dean let out a humongous fart and Ginny lowered her head while starting to grin.
"I see the farfartius charm hasn't worn off yet." She said.
"How could you do this to me!?" he cried.
"Hullo!?" Harry shouted. "You cheated on her, you deserve it! I love her and I would never do something that disgusting!" he cried as Dean let out another fart, this time a rather long and squeaky one. Just then Ron and Hermione entered the room.
"Hey Dean, are you hungry? Because I owe you a knuckle sandwich after what you did to my sister!" Ron snapped while he raised his fist and shook it at him. "Or are you still too busy passing gas out of your ass?" he questioned him with a grin as Dean farted loudly again before simply just scowling at him and turning around to leave.
"Thanks Ron." Ginny said.
"No problem, I mean I am your brother after all." He said.
"You're the best big brother ever." Ginny began before glancing over at Harry. "Well, maybe except for Harry." She said.
"Yeah it'll certainly be interesting attending our final year at Hogwarts when Harry's brother will just be starting it." Ron said when all of a sudden Ginny bent down and picked up the magazine off the table. "I know I'm going to regret asking you this, but what are you doing?" he asked her.
"Looking for a new jinx I can practice. After all, the farting charm doesn't last forever." She began while starting to flip through her book passing an article about the muggle girl group that was now reaching the wizarding world called The Cheetah Girls, and an all new girl group called The Dragonettes. "Hey! I could always glue his lips shut, that'll last forever!" she exclaimed while she stopped on a page and pointed at it.
"No I think that's a little too far. You'll probably get expelled for that." Hermione told her.
"Well then what about this one?" she questioned pointing to the page next to it as Harry, Ron, and Hermione started peering over her shoulder.
"The shrinking jinx?" Ron wondered with uncertainty.
"Yeah, I can shrink Dean down to the size of a flea the next time he tries to mess with me." She said.
"Well how do you know if it'll work on people?" Ron asked her.
"I wouldn't see why not? It says that it works on anyone and anything." She replied.
"Well it's getting later." Hermione began. "We better get back down to the great hall for supper." She finished before they turned around and left through the portrait hole.
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Later on that evening after dinner, Harry returned to the boys dormitory and flopping down on top of his bed turned to look over at his music box. He lifted the lid and watched as the ballerina inside of it started twirling around as the tune Amazing Grace started to play. He glanced over at the picture behind it that was taken on the day that he was officially adopted when he was five years old. How he had wished that he could go back to that time being inside his father's arms while he held him up in front of the old oak tree that was a crossed the street from the church. Harry laid down on his back and rubbed his eyes and suddenly feeling his eyelids start to droop he fell asleep.
"Neither one shall live while the other survives." That same cold voice hissed when all of a sudden Harry saw himself standing on platform nine and three quarters. Voldemort was standing in front of him and staring at him.
Harry tossed and turned inside his sleep before his eyes suddenly popped wide open again and he awoke in a cold sweat breathing frantically. He laid awake awhile before finally removing his glasses and placing them on top of the nightstand crawled under the covers and went back to sleep. This time he had dreamed about his father James Potter. He was standing in a cloudy white mist which he had believed to be Heaven. Except he wasn't wearing any glasses and he was dressed in a white robe.
"Harry, why have you forgotten me?" James asked him.
"I haven't." Harry replied.
"You have turned your back on everything you were taught about the Almighty. Without Him and the ultimate sacrifice, there would be no Heaven. And without Heaven I would cease to exist." He told him.
"I know. I'm sorry Dad, I haven't forgotten about it. It's just that I have a hard time believing that God would choose me to bring light and peace back to the wizarding world." He said.
"Believe Harry. For if you just do that all impossible things in all of His creation will suddenly become possible. For if you don't believe in yourself like God and the other ones that you love believe in you, then nothing in your life will ever get accomplished, and it'll suddenly mean absolutely nothing like God originally intended it for." His father told him.
"But what am I supposed to do!?" Harry exclaimed.
"Just believe Harry, like I believe in you my son." His father replied.
That's when suddenly Harry woke up. The sun was shining brightly through the window. It was morning. "Alright, I'm sorry. You won." Harry said before he quickly put on his glasses and got dressed. That morning at breakfast he had told Ron and Hermione all about his dream and how it reminded him about the Bible story where Gabriel had come to Joseph inside a dream telling him that his wife was about to give birth to Jesus.
"So I was right then? Your father has been watching over you all along." Hermione said with a grin.
"Yeah, but I still don't know how believing in myself is going to destroy Voldemort. But at least I've got my faith and trust in God back." Harry said before glancing over at Snape who was sitting next to Dumbledore and looking back at him. "And for now that's enough." He said.