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Harry and Ginny gazed at Hinny, their minds filled with wonder and curiosity.
"How are you here?" Harry asked.
Ginny's eyes sparkled with intrigue.
"Yes, how did you come to be?" Ginny added.
Hinny's wings fluttered softly.
"When someone's love transcends a certain realm," Hinny began, "a phoenix is born."
Her voice filled with ancient wisdom.
"And since your love has transcended the walls of reality and dreams," Hinny continued, "I was born."
Harry and Ginny exchanged a puzzled glance.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
Hinny's gaze softened.
"You two have had a bond for many years," Hinny explained.
Ginny's brow furrowed.
"A bond?" Ginny repeated.
Hinny nodded.
"Yes, a bond forged by your love, trust, and connection," Hinny said.
Harry's eyes narrowed.
"What bond?" Harry asked.
Hinny's smile hinted at secrets untold.
"Three days ago," Hinny said, "your bond and love reached a level where I could materialize."
Ginny's confusion deepened.
"Materialize?" Ginny echoed.
Hinny's wings spread wide.
"And today, in this dream," Hinny said, "I was finally able to reveal myself, taking form and substance."
Harry and Ginny exchanged bewildered glances.
"What bond?" Harry repeated.
Ginny's voice laced with confusion.
"We don't understand," Ginny said.
Hinny's eyes sparkled mischievously.
"Your hearts know," Hinny replied. "Your souls remember."
Just as Hinny was about to reveal more, Ginny's eyes drooped.
"I feel dizzy," Ginny whispered.
Hinny's expression turned gentle.
"It's time for you to wake up," Hinny said.
Harry's face filled with concern.
"But what about our questions?" Harry asked.
Hinny's smile reassured.
"You will get your answers in tonight's dream," Hinny promised.
With Hinny's words, Ginny's dream began to fade. She felt herself being pulled back to reality.
Ginny woke up with a start, finding herself in Charlie's cozy apartment in Romania. The warm glow of the Christmas tree illuminated the room, and the sound of her parents' laughter filled the air.
Meanwhile, Harry woke up in his dormitory, the cold winter sunlight streaming through the windows. Ron's bed was empty, his absence noticeable.
Both Harry and Ginny sat up, their minds reeling with the vivid dream and Hinny's enigmatic words. They couldn't shake off the feeling that their lives were about to change forever.
The afternoon sunlight streamed through the Hogwarts windows, casting a warm glow over the castle. Harry made his way to the Great Hall, his stomach growling with hunger since he had missed breakfast.
He pushed open the large wooden doors and stepped inside. The long tables were nearly empty, with only Ron sitting at their usual spot.
"Finally awake, eh?" Ron said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Did you die or something? You weren't waking up till afternoon."
Harry just smiled and brushed it off.
"No, just slept in," Harry said.
Ron raised an eyebrow.
"Sleeping beauty, more like," Ron teased.
Harry chuckled, but inside, he was hiding a secret. His dream with Ginny was still fresh in his mind, and he knew Ginny felt the same way. They had silently agreed to keep their dreamland private.
Ron's expression turned serious.
"Everyone's out," Ron said. "I was waiting for you. Let's grab some lunch."
The Great Hall's staff had left out a selection of cold meats, cheeses, and bread for students who missed the regular meal times. Harry and Ron filled their plates and sat down.
"Where is everyone?" Harry asked.
"Quidditch practice," Ron replied. "Gryffindor's got a new strategy."
Harry nodded, taking a bite of his sandwich.
As they ate, Harry's mind drifted back to the dream, to Ginny, and to Hinny's mysterious words.
"What's on your mind?" Ron asked.
Harry shook his head.
"Nothing," Harry said.
Ron's eyes narrowed.
"You're not still worried about those stone, are you?" Ron asked.
Harry forced a smile.
"No," Harry said.
But Ron knew him too well.
"I know you, mate," Ron said. "You're hiding something."
Harry's expression remained neutral.
"Just tired," Harry said.
Ron let it drop, but Harry knew his friend wouldn't forget.
The Hogwarts castle stood quiet, its corridors eerily still, as the Christmas holidays stretched on. December 28th had dawned crisp and cold, with only a handful of students remaining on campus. Professors patrolled the empty halls, their footsteps echoing off the stone walls.
In the Great Hall , Ron, Harry, and their small group of fellow students gathered around the fire. Sophie Rogers, a Slytherin first-year and friend, chatted with the twins, Fred and George. Percy, now a prefect, sat with Roger Davis, a 4th-year Ravenclaw, discussing something in hushed tones.
Ron suddenly looked up from his book.
"I got Neville's letter," Ron said, a grin spreading across his face.
Harry's eyes lit up.
"What did he say?" Harry asked.
"He's coming back on December 31st," Ron replied.
Harry nodded.
"And Hermione will be back on January 2nd," Harry added.
Sophie's eyes sparkled.
"I'm glad Neville's coming back," Sophie said. "It'll be nice to have everyone together again."
The twins chuckled.
"We've got a surprise planned for his return," Fred said, winking at George.
Percy rolled his eyes.
"I'm sure it'll be suitably loud and chaotic," Percy said dryly.
Roger Davis smiled.
"I'm just looking forward to having a full Quidditch team again," Roger said.
Harry's thoughts drifted to Ginny, wondering when she'd return from her holiday in Romania. Their dream still lingered in his mind, and he couldn't wait to see her again.
Ron's voice snapped Harry back to reality.
"Hey, Harry, you listening?" Ron asked.
Harry nodded.
"Yeah, just thinking," Harry said.
Ron's eyes narrowed.
"About what?" Ron asked.
Harry shrugged.
"Just Christmas," Harry replied.
But Ron knew him too well.
"You're thinking about Ginny, aren't you?" Ron asked, a sly grin spreading across his face.
Harry's cheeks flushed.
"Maybe," Harry admitted.
The group chuckled, and the conversation flowed on, filling the quiet hours of the holiday season.
Harry stood on the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch, his eyes fixed on Ron as he handed over his prized Nimbus 2000.
"Want to fly her?" Harry asked, a grin spreading across his face.
Ron's eyes widened with excitement.
"Really?" Ron asked.
Harry nodded.
"Go ahead," Harry said.
Ron grasped the Nimbus 2000's handle, feeling its balanced weight. He swung his leg over the broom and settled into the familiar flying position.
"Thanks, mate!" Ron shouted.
With a burst of speed, Ron soared into the sky, the wind whipping through his hair. The Hogwarts castle shrank beneath him, its towers and turrets dwindling to miniature size.
"Whooo-hooo!" Ron shouted.
Harry watched from the ground, a smile on his face.
"You're showing her off!" Harry shouted.
Ron dived and swooped, performing impressive aerial stunts.
"Nice moves!" Harry called out.
Ron landed smoothly, grinning.
"Still got it!" Ron exclaimed.
Harry chuckled.
"Guess so!" Harry replied.
Together, they walked off the pitch, the Nimbus 2000 slung over Ron's shoulder.
"Thanks for letting me fly her," Ron said.
Harry clapped Ron on the back.
"No problem," Harry said. "Anytime."
Their footsteps echoed through the quiet corridors as they headed back to Gryffindor Tower.
Harry settled back into his favorite armchair in the Gryffindor common room, his eyes returning to the pages of the worn leather-bound book. "The Ancient Art of Wandcraft" was emblazoned in golden letters on the cover, a gift from Ollivander himself. Harry had been pouring over its complex contents for months, fascinated by the intricacies of wand lore.
"I'm finally going to finish this," Harry said to himself.
Ron looked up from his Quidditch magazine.
"Almost done, eh?" Ron asked.
Harry nodded.
"About time," Harry replied. "This book has taken me ages."
Ron chuckled.
"You're not exactly used to reading something that doesn't have exploding monsters or Dark Lords, are you?" Ron teased.
Harry grinned.
"True," Harry admitted. "But this is worth it. Ollivander's insights are incredible."
The book's complexity had challenged Harry, but he was determined to absorb every detail. Unlike his usual habit of devouring books in a day, this one had required patience and dedication.
As Harry read on, the common room's warmth and quiet enveloped him, the crackling fire and soft murmurs of his fellow students fading into the background. The wand lore book had become an obsession, and Harry was eager to uncover its final secrets.
Harry turned the final pages of "The Ancient Art of Wandcraft," his eyes widening as he absorbed the astonishing revelation. The text hinted at a long-forgotten era where wizards practiced wandless magic, relying solely on their innate power.
"It's unbelievable," Harry whispered to himself.
According to Ollivander's writings, the invention of wands revolutionized magic, amplifying and focusing wizards' abilities. However, wandless magic became an impossible feat, lost to the ages.
"Only a select few have ever mastered wandless magic," Ron said, peering over Harry's shoulder.
Harry nodded.
"Dumbledore's the only known living wizard who can do it," Harry said.
Ron's eyes sparkled.
"And even he can only manage simple spells," Ron added.
The book explained that wandless magic required an exceptionally strong magical core, a rare gift reserved for the most powerful wizards.
"It's not just about skill or knowledge," Harry said. "You need to be born with it."
Ron whistled.
"No wonder Dumbledore's so legendary," Ron said.
Harry closed the book, his mind reeling with the implications.
"Wandless magic," Harry murmured. "Imagine the possibilities."
The notion lingered, inspiring Harry to ponder the secrets of his own magical heritage.
Harry's fingers delicately smoothed the crumpled parchment, its yellowed edges and faded ink hinting at its ancient origins. The texture felt worn, as if handled by countless generations. It wasn't part of "The Ancient Art of Wandcraft"; this was something separate, something hidden.
Ron bid Harry goodnight and headed to the dormitory, leaving Harry alone with the mysterious page. The common room's warmth and quiet enveloped him, the crackling fire casting flickering shadows.
Harry's eyes scanned the text, his heart racing as he absorbed the astonishing information. The parchment described magical cores, the source of a wizard's power.
"'Wizards with the strongest magical cores can achieve impossible magic,'" Harry read aloud, his voice barely above a whisper.
The examples listed stunned him:
"'Understanding animals, communicating with creatures of the wild...'"
"'Doing wandless magic, harnessing power without focal points...'"
"'Sensing magic, detecting hidden spells and energies...'"
"'Sensing plants, understanding the ancient language of nature...'"
"'Fast learner, absorbing knowledge at an extraordinary rate...'"
"'Reading auras, perceiving the essence of beings...'"
"'Natural healing, mending wounds and balancing energies...'"
"'Elemental magic, commanding the forces of nature...'"
Harry's eyes widened as he realized he possessed almost all of these abilities. He could:
- Understand animals, recalling instances with Spare , Mr Spidy , Fawkes , Hedwig , Poco , Kluer .
- Sense magic, remembering times he detected hidden spells.
- Heal quickly, his injuries always mending faster.
- Learn rapidly, grasping complex spells.
- Feel auras, sensing the emotions and energies surrounding him.
- Communicate with plants, recalling moments in Herbology.
Memories of his childhood flooded back – the times his magic saved him, unknowingly used to survive.
"How is this possible?" Harry wondered, awe and trepidation swirling within.
The parchment's words echoed: "strongest magical core."
"Is mine really that powerful?" Harry asked himself, mind racing.
Gratitude overwhelmed him, thinking of Ginny and his life at Hogwarts.
"Ginny," Harry whispered, his heart full. "If I hadn't survived, I would have never met you."
The parchment's secrets lingered, leaving Harry with more questions.
"What does it mean?" Harry murmured. "What can I really do?"
The mysterious page, once crumpled and forgotten, now held the key to understanding Harry's extraordinary abilities, beckoning him to explore the depths of his magical core.
Harry's mind reeled with the implications of the mysterious parchment. Was he truly a powerful wizard? The possibilities swirled in his head like a vortex.
"Could I really master wandless magic?" Harry wondered.
"And elemental magic?" he added, his imagination running wild.
The prospect of harnessing such power thrilled and intimidated him. But as the clock struck midnight, Harry shook off the questions.
"I'll worry about it tomorrow," Harry said to himself.
Sleep beckoned, and with it, the promise of meeting Ginny in dreamland. Their bond, a mysterious force, allowed them to connect in the realm of dreams.
"I'm grateful for this bond," Harry whispered.
As he drifted off, excitement coursed through him. Today, Hinny the phoenix had promised to reveal secrets about their connection.
"What does she mean by our bond?" Harry thought.
Hinny's enigmatic words echoed in his mind: "Your love has transcended the walls of reality and dreams."
With anticipation building, Harry surrendered to sleep, eager to enter the dream world and uncover the truth.
"I'll see you soon, Ginny," Harry whispered.
The darkness enveloped him, and Harry's thoughts dissolved into the realm of dreams, where Ginny and Hinny awaited.
Harry slowly opened his eyes in his dream, finding himself surrounded by a lush green grass field that stretched as far as the eye could see. The warm sunlight cast a gentle glow over the landscape, and a soft breeze rustled the blades of grass. He took a deep breath, feeling the tranquility of the scene wash over him. He knew exactly where he was and why he was here – he was waiting for Ginny.
"Ginny!" Harry exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement.
"Harry!" she replied, her eyes sparkling.
Harry quickly closed the distance between them and took Ginny's hands in his, his fingers intertwining with hers. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
"I'm feeling much better, thanks," Ginny replied, her smile growing wider. "It's the fourth day, so I'm finally over the worst of it."
Harry's face lit up with relief and delight. "Really?" he asked, his eyes locking onto hers.
Ginny nodded, and Harry couldn't contain himself. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a warm hug.
"I'm so glad," he whispered, holding her close.
Harry and Ginny were lost in their dreamland, a world where time stood still and love knew no bounds. Their minds were filled with visions of a life together, free from the darkness that had once threatened to tear them apart. But as they basked in the warmth of their imaginary world, a radiant light appeared on the horizon. It was Ginny's Phoenix, Hinny, with news that would change everything.
"Hinny, what brings you to us today?" Harry asked, his voice filled with anticipation.
"I've come to tell you about your bond," Hinny replied, her voice like music. "I am the result of your love, born from the very essence of your connection. Your love transcends reality and dreams, and I am the proof."
Ginny's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Our bond? What do you mean?"
Hinny's gaze was piercing. "Your bond began many years ago. Specifically, when Harry was three and Ginny was two."
Harry and Ginny exchanged confused glances. "But that's impossible," Harry said, frowning. "We first met at Diagon Alley when I was eleven and Ginny was ten."
Ginny nodded in agreement. "Yes, Hinny. We'd never met before that day. How can our bond have started so long ago?"
Hinny's expression was enigmatic. "The threads of destiny are complex, and time is not always linear. Your meeting at Diagon Alley was not the beginning. It was merely a reunion, a rediscovery of a connection that had been forged years earlier."
Harry and Ginny looked at each other, their minds racing with questions. What did Hinny mean? How could their bond have started so early? They leaned in, eager to hear more, as Hinny continued to reveal the mysteries of their entwined fate.
Harry's eyes glazed over as his mind wandered back to a distant memory, one that he had tucked away but never truly forgotten. He was only three years old at the time, but his sharp memory allowed him to recall even the smallest details. The scene unfolded vividly in his mind: a sunny afternoon in a bustling park, filled with laughter and the sweet scent of blooming flowers.
"Come on, Dudley, let's go on the swings!" Petunia exclaimed, her voice dripping with excitement as she grasped her son's chubby hand.
Dudley squealed with delight, racing towards the swings with Petunia in tow. Harry, however, was left standing alone, his tiny legs wobbly as he tried to keep up. He remembered feeling forgotten, his eyes welling up with tears.
"Mummy, Mummy, look at me!" Dudley shouted, Petunia lavishing attention on her spoiled son.
Harry's memory lingered on the pain of being ignored, the ache of feeling like an outsider in his own family. But as he grew older, things changed. Just months before his eleventh birthday, Dudley began to grasp the truth about his parents and their treatment of Harry. The realization sparked a transformation in Dudley, and he slowly began to bridge the gap between them.
Now, as Harry reflected on that long-forgotten day in the park, he couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Gratitude for the bond he and Dudley had formed, but also a lingering sadness for the years of feeling unloved and unwanted.
"I'm glad things changed, Dudley," Harry whispered to himself, a small smile creeping onto his face.
But as he delved deeper into his memories, Harry knew there was still more to uncover, more secrets hidden beneath the surface...
Harry and Ginny were still basking in the warmth of their dreamland, reliving cherished memories. As Harry's mind wandered back to a specific recollection, his eyes sparkled with nostalgia. Suddenly, Hinny, the gentle phoenix, spoke up, "Yes, Harry is right, think more." The encouragement prompted Harry to delve deeper into his memories.
He recalled a vivid incident from his childhood, a day when he was just three years old. Harry had been playing alone in the park, enjoying the sunshine and laughter of children around him. But then, amidst the bustle, a tiny figure appeared out of nowhere. A little girl, no more than two years old, wandered onto the road, tears streaming down her face as cars whizzed by.
Without hesitation, little Harry sprang into action. Despite his own tender age, he rushed onto the road, dodging traffic to reach the distressed child. With a gentle tug, he pulled her to safety, guiding her back to the park's grassy haven. The tiny girl's sobs subsided as she clung to Harry, finding comfort in his brave and selfless act.
As Harry revisited this forgotten memory, Ginny's eyes locked onto his, filled with admiration and awe. "What happened next?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"I don't remember," Harry replied, "but I think that little girl's parents were frantic with worry. They must have been searching everywhere for her."
Hinny's soft voice intervened, "The details may be hazy, Harry, but your kindness and bravery that day are etched in your heart. Remember more, there's still so much to uncover.
Harry's eyes drifted shut, transporting him back to Dreamland, a realm where memories and emotions intertwined. As he delved deeper into the past, a vivid image resurfaced - a 2-year-old girl with fiery red hair and chocolate brown eyes that sparkled with mischief. Her tiny face, etched with a reckless grin, was unmistakable.
"Oh my god, that was you, Ginny," Harry whispered, astonishment washing over him.
In this forgotten memory, Harry was only 3 years old, but the incident had left an indelible mark. He recalled saving the little girl from harm's way, an act that would forge an unbreakable bond between them.
"Yes," Hinny, the phoenix, chimed in, her soft voice echoing in Harry's mind. "That day, your paths crossed, and your destinies became intertwined. The threads of fate were woven, forming the foundation of your lifelong connection."
As Harry relived the moment, he saw himself, a toddler, rushing to Ginny's aid. Her tiny hands had grasped his, and their eyes had locked in a silent understanding. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, bound by an inexplicable connection.
"That was the beginning," Hinny continued, "the spark that ignited a friendship that would weather the storms of time. Your hearts recognized each other, even in innocence."
Harry's memories swirled, and he felt himself being pulled back to the present. Yet, the image of Ginny's 2-year-old face lingered, a reminder of the unspoken promise they had shared in that instant. The realization filled him with a deep sense of wonder and gratitude for the journey they had shared.
Ginny's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she turned to Harry in the ethereal realm of Dreamland. "It meant that our meeting at Diagon Alley months ago, when you were 11 and I was 10, wasn't our first meeting, was it?" she asked, her voice filled with wonder.
Harry smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Hinny, the majestic phoenix perched beside them, nodded its radiant head. "Yes," the phoenix declared in a voice that echoed like gentle music.
Ginny's gaze never left Harry's face. That day at Diagon Alley had been the catalyst for their connection, but as Hinny's words implied, it wasn't the beginning. The bond between them had existed for years, unseen and unacknowledged until that pivotal moment.
As they stood there, surrounded by the surreal beauty of Dreamland, the significance of their journey became clear. Four days ago, their bond had reached a profound level, allowing them to transcend the boundaries of reality and enter each other's dreams.
"You're right, Hinny," Harry said, his voice filled with awe. "Our bond started growing that day, and now...now we can share even our dreams."
Ginny's smile mirrored Harry's. "And this," she whispered, gesturing to the dreamscapes around them, "is just the beginning."
Harry and Ginny sat in stunned silence, trying to process the revelation. Hinny, the phoenix, gazed at them with wise, ancient eyes.
"Hinny, what do you mean our bond isn't a marriage bond?" Harry asked, confusion etched on his face.
"Your bond is connected to your magical cores," Hinny explained. "It binds you similarly to a marriage bond, but its nature is different. This bond will last forever, until one of you passes on."
Ginny's eyes widened. "Does that mean our love isn't real?"
Hinny's voice was gentle. "No, Ginny. Your love is genuine. The bond doesn't guarantee love; it's a separate entity. But together, your love and this bond formed me."
Harry's curiosity got the better of him. "Formed you? What do you mean?"
"I was born when your bond was formed years ago," Hinny replied. "But four days ago, when you entered Dreamland, your bond intensified. And yesterday, I finally materialized in front of you."
Ginny's face lit up with understanding. "So, you're a manifestation of our bond?"
Hinny nodded. "Yes, Ginny. I am the physical embodiment of the connection between you two."
The trio sat in contemplative silence, absorbing the weight of Hinny's words.
"You're a part of us," Harry said finally, awe in his voice.
Hinny spread her magnificent wings. "I am. And I will always be here, a symbol of your enduring bond."
Hinny gathered Harry and Ginny around her, a warm smile on her face as she prepared to share a long-awaited secret. The couple's curiosity was palpable, their eyes locked onto hers with anticipation. It was a moment Hinny had been looking forward to, a chance to enlighten them about the mystical world of phoenixes.
"Phoenixes are born in two ways," Hinny began, her voice filled with a gentle wisdom. "Either they form naturally, rising from their own ashes, or they come into being through special bonds, forged in love and unity."
Harry and Ginny exchanged a glance, their faces alight with fascination. "And which one applies to you?" Ginny asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Hinny's smile deepened. "I am a manifestation of your bond, Harry and Ginny. My existence is tied to the love you share, making me bonded to both of you."
Understanding dawned on the couple's faces, followed by a mix of awe and gratitude. They had always known their love was extraordinary, but to have it manifest in such a magical form was beyond anything they could have imagined.
"There's more," Hinny continued. "Soon, I will be able to materialize in the real world. Not yet, but soon," she said, her eyes sparkling with promise.
"When?" Harry asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
"Patience, Harry," Hinny replied with a chuckle. "The time will come. For now, know that our bond grows stronger every day, and with it, my presence in your lives."
In the ethereal realm of Dreamland, Hinny, the majestic phoenix, unfolded the mysteries of her existence to Harry and Ginny. Her words, infused with ancient wisdom, wove a spell of wonder, as the couple listened with rapt attention.
"I am born from the essence of your bond," Hinny explained, her voice like gentle music. "But even I do not fully comprehend its depths. Together, we will uncover its secrets."
Harry and Ginny exchanged a warm, knowing smile, their faces reflecting their excitement and gratitude.
"We're in this together," Harry said, his voice filled with emotion.
"Always," Ginny added, her eyes shining with love.
Hinny's radiant plumage glowed softly, illuminating the dreamscapes around them. Her eyes, like pools of golden light, shone with warmth.
"I will be here, guiding you," Hinny promised. "Call me whenever you need me, and I will appear. In Dreamland, our connection is strongest."
With those reassuring words, Hinny began to fade, her form dissolving into the shimmering mist of Dreamland.
"Thank you, Hinny," Harry called out, his voice filled with appreciation.
"Always with us," Ginny whispered, her eyes locked onto the fading phoenix.
As Hinny vanished, the dreamland's luminescence softened, leaving Harry and Ginny enveloped in a warm, comforting glow – a reminder of their unbreakable bond and the magical phoenix that watched over them.
In the silence, Harry turned to Ginny, his eyes shining with love. "We're not alone, Ginny."
Ginny's smile was radiant. "Never, Harry. We have each other, and Hinny."
Together, they stood in Dreamland, surrounded by the promise of their bond and the magic that had brought Hinny into their lives.
In the serene realm of Dreamland, Harry's expression turned contemplative as he gazed at Ginny. His thoughts had been swirling with questions, and he couldn't shake off the feeling of uncertainty.
"Ginny, is anything different because of our bond?" Harry asked, his voice laced with concern.
Ginny's brow furrowed, sensing the unease behind Harry's question. "What do you mean?" she asked.
"Is our relationship...is it only because of the bond?" Harry's words spilled out in a rush. "Would we still feel the same if we didn't have this connection?"
Ginny's eyes locked onto Harry's, filled with understanding. "Our bond didn't create our love, Harry," she said gently. "It's just a manifestation of it."
"But what if it's the other way around?" Harry pressed on. "What if we're only together because of this bond?"
Ginny's face softened. "Harry, our bond is a part of us, but it's not the only reason we love each other," she said. "We've shared so much, experienced so much together...our love is real."
Hinny's gentle song drifted through the dreamscapes, as if reinforcing Ginny's words.
"Think about it, Harry," Ginny continued. "If our bond was the only reason, would we have fought so hard to be together? Would we have risked everything for each other?"
Harry's expression slowly relaxed, his doubts easing.
"You're right," he said finally, his voice filled with conviction. "Our love is more than just a bond."
Ginny's smile was radiant. "It always has been."
Harry's vision began to blur, and a familiar dizziness washed over him. He knew the signs - their time in Dreamland was drawing to a close.
"Ginny, I think I'm waking up," Harry said, his voice tinged with regret.
Ginny's eyes sparkled with understanding. "I know, Harry. Our time here is limited."
Without another word, Harry pulled Ginny into a brief, tender kiss. It was a fleeting moment, but one that would stay with them forever.
As they parted, Harry's world began to fade away. Ginny's smile was the last thing he saw before his eyes flew open.
Harry sat up in his dormitory, morning light streaming through the windows. It was December 29th. The dream still lingered in his mind, vivid and real.
He smiled to himself, knowing that their secret was safe - a magical world hidden from the rest of the world, where their love shone brighter than any reality.
"It will forever be our secret," Harry whispered, the words lost in the silence of his dormitory.
With a contented sigh, Harry swung his legs over the side of the bed, ready to face the day, knowing that Ginny was always with him, in heart and in Dreamland.
Harry made his way to the Great Hall for breakfast, the morning light casting a warm glow over the empty tables. The Christmas holidays had thinned out the student population, leaving only a handful of students and professors at Hogwarts.
Among the familiar faces were Ron, Sophie Rogers, a Slytherin first-year and friend, the Weasley twins, Percy, and Roger Davis, a 4th-year Ravenclaw.
"Morning, Harry!" Ron called out, already seated at the Gryffindor table.
"Morning," Harry replied, taking a seat beside his friend.
The breakfast conversation was lively, with the twins regaling them with stories of their Christmas pranks. After the meal, the group dispersed, each heading their separate ways.
Harry and Ron settled into the cozy Gryffindor common room, a fire crackling in the hearth.
"Hey, Ron, I got something to show you," Harry said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
"What is it?" Ron asked, curiosity piqued.
Harry pulled out a yellowed parchment, unfolding it to reveal the Marauders Map.
"Blimey! The real deal!" Ron exclaimed.
"Twins gave it to me for Christmas," Harry said, eyes shining with excitement.
Ron's eyes widened. "This is incredible! Can I touch it?"
Harry handed it over, and Ron's fingers traced the intricate paths and secrets hidden within the map.
"This is going to come in handy," Ron said, his voice filled with awe.
Harry nodded, already thinking of the possibilities. "We'll have to use it wisely."
Harry's enthusiasm was contagious as he pulled out a rough outline of a new map, crafted with the help of his best friends, Ron, Hermione, and Neville. His eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Ron, as you know We've been working on new map," Harry said, unfolding the parchment. "I call it the New Marauders Map from now."
Ron's curiosity was piqued. "What's meaning of it ? You're not replacing the original, are you?"
"No way," Harry replied, his voice filled with reverence. "The original is my legacy, my treasure from Dad and his friends. But I want to create something just as magical, if not more so."
Harry's gaze drifted to the outline, his mind racing with possibilities. "My map will have even more secret ways and stairs than the original. I've already found some new passages."
Ron's eyes widened. "Blimey, Harry! You're going to outdo Marauders!"
Harry grinned. "That's the plan. But I need Hermione and Neville's help. When they get back, we'll start researching and working on it."
Ron nodded, his expression serious. "We'll make it happen, mate. The New Marauders Map will be legendary."
Harry's determination was palpable. "It will be our mark on Hogwarts, our own legacy."
The fire crackled, casting a warm glow over the two friends as they pored over the outline, their minds buzzing with the possibilities of the New Marauders Map.
Ron settled into the couch beside Harry, a curious expression on his face. "Hey, Harry, I've noticed you haven't been getting letters from Ginny daily for the past four days," Ron said.
"Usually, you two write to each other every day, right?" Ron's eyes narrowed slightly.
Harry gulped, his mind racing for a plausible explanation. He couldn't reveal the truth about Dreamland – it was their secret.
"We decided not to give Hedwig too much strain, since Ginny's in Romania," Harry said, attempting a casual tone.
Ron raised an eyebrow. "That's weird. Ginny would never skip writing to you."
Harry forced a chuckle. "She's just being considerate of Hedwig, that's all."
Ron's gaze lingered, but he seemed to accept the explanation. "Alright, makes sense, I guess."
The conversation moved on, but Harry's relief was palpable. His secret was safe, hidden behind a veil of concern for Hedwig's well-being.
As they talked, Harry's thoughts drifted to Ginny, and the magical world they shared in Dreamland – a world that would remain their own little secret.
Harry's hands trembled slightly as he reached for the Invisibility Cloak, nestled in the miscellaneous compartment of his seven-poster trunk. The trunk, a cherished inheritance from his mother, held memories of its own, but none as precious as the cloak.
"I'm just going for a walk," Harry said to Ron, trying to sound casual, but his voice betrayed a hint of excitement.
Ron nodded, engrossed in his book, oblivious to the significance of the moment.
As Harry unfolded the cloak, its silky fabric shimmered in the dim light, like moonbeams dancing across its surface. The note, yellowed with age, was still attached:
"Dear Harry, this cloak belonged to your father, James Potter. It has been passed down to you. Use it well."
Harry's heart swelled with emotion, his eyes scanning the note as if seeking confirmation. He knew it was his father's; he could feel it – a deep, inexplicable connection.
The cloak's texture surprised him – soft as velvet, yet strong and resilient. As he wrapped it around himself, Harry felt an eerie sensation, as if he was being erased, absorbed into the surroundings.
"Wow," Harry breathed, awe-struck, his voice barely audible.
The cloak's edges blended seamlessly with the room, rendering him invisible. Harry's reflection vanished, replaced by an unsettling emptiness.
He closed his eyes, letting the cloak's history wash over him. The fabric seemed to vibrate with his father's presence, a gentle hum of protection and love.
Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he opened them, gazing at the empty space where his reflection once stood. The cloak had become a part of him, a symbol of his heritage, a bridge to his father's memory.
Harry's thoughts drifted to his father, imagining James Potter wearing this very cloak, using its magic to protect and serve. A sense of pride and responsibility settled upon him, knowing he now carried this legacy forward.
For a moment, Harry stood still, savoring the sensation, lost in the cloak's mystical world, connected to his father in a way he never thought possible.
Harry started walking down the corridors, his footsteps echoing off the stone walls. The castle, usually bustling with students, was eerily quiet due to the holidays.
Only seven students, including himself, remained at Hogwarts.
As he strolled, the Invisibility Cloak's magic wrapped around him like a shield.
"I should have brought the Marauders Map," Harry muttered to himself.
He cursed his oversight, wishing he had the original map, another piece of his father's legacy.
The Twins had gifted it to him, and now it lay in his dormitory, useless.
"Stupid mistake," Harry whispered.
Without the map, navigating the castle's secrets would be harder.
Harry's eyes scanned the corridors, searching for hidden passages and secrets.
But the Marauders Map would have revealed so much more.
He made a mental note to retrieve it next time.
For now, Harry relied on his own knowledge and intuition.
The silence was almost palpable, broken only by Harry's soft footsteps.
He walked, lost in thought, the Invisibility Cloak's magic his sole companion.
The corridors stretched out before him, full of mysteries waiting to be uncovered.
And Harry, hidden from the world, was ready to explore.
As Harry turned a corner, he suddenly found himself face to face with Argus Filch, the Hogwarts caretaker. Although Harry had developed a tentative friendship with Filch, thanks to his bond with Mrs. Norris, Filch's cantankerous cat, Harry knew better than to reveal his Invisibility Cloak.
Filch's eyes scanned the area, his senses on high alert. "What's going on here?" he muttered to himself. Harry held his breath, remaining perfectly still. If Filch discovered the cloak, he would surely confiscate it.
Without hesitation, Harry took off in a sprint, his feet pounding the stone floor. "Hey! Stop! Who's there?" Filch shouted. Harry didn't dare look back, fearing his identity would be revealed.
He dashed around corners and down corridors. Filch's angry voice faded into the distance. Finally, Harry slowed to a stop. Breathless, he leaned against a wall.
"That was close," Harry whispered. The Invisibility Cloak had saved him. For now, its secret was safe.
Harry's frantic sprint had led him to an unfamiliar corridor. He paused, disoriented. Having explored almost every nook and cranny of Hogwarts to create his own map, the New Marauders Map, he was surprised to find a corridor that didn't seem to exist.
"This can't be right," Harry thought.
Neither the original Marauders Map nor his own explorations had revealed this hidden passage.
"I have to add this to the New Marauders Map," Harry decided.
For now, curiosity got the better of him. He spotted an empty, unused room nearby.
"Should I open the door?" Harry wondered.
The door's old wooden surface seemed to stare back at him, its rusted handle beckoning.
"What secrets are you hiding?" Harry whispered.
His hand hovered over the handle, hesitation warring with intrigue.
"Open it," Harry urged himself.
With a deep breath, Harry grasped the handle, his heart pounding in anticipation.
Harry pushed the door open, and a faint dusting of cobwebs clung to his robes. The room looked like an abandoned classroom, its furniture shrouded in shadows. Desks and chairs were stacked against the walls, and an upturned wastepaper basket lay forgotten.
But one object caught Harry's eye, seeming out of place amidst the neglect. Propped against the wall facing him was a magnificent mirror, its ornate gold frame glinting in the dim light. The mirror's surface reflected the room's dull tones, yet seemed to radiate an otherworldly glow.
Harry's gaze drifted to the inscription carved around the top of the frame: "Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi."
"What does it mean?" Harry wondered.
He stepped closer, his footsteps echoing off the walls. The mirror's surface seemed to ripple, as if responding to his presence.
"Is this some kind of enchantment?" Harry asked himself.
The words on the frame danced before his eyes, tantalizing him with their secrets.
"I have to figure this out," Harry whispered.
The mirror's mystery drew him in, an irresistible allure that beckoned him closer.
Harry stepped closer to the mirror, its gold frame glinting in the dim light. As he gazed deeper, his breath caught in his throat. Behind him, a crowd of familiar faces stretched out, their smiles and laughter filling the space.
He spun around, expecting to see the room filled with people, but the emptiness startled him.
"Where are they?" Harry wondered, confusion etched on his face.
He turned back to the mirror, and his reflection stunned him. He was older, hand in hand with Ginny, her eyes shining with happiness.
"Does this mirror show the future?" Harry asked himself, his mind racing.
The scene unfolded before him like a canvas of cherished memories. His parents, James and Lily Potter, stood alive and radiant, their love surrounding him. Ron, Hermione, and Neville had grown into confident adults, their bond unbroken. Even Draco, once a rival, now counted among his friends. And also Hedwig, Kluer and Poco now an adult sparrow.
Remus Lupin's warm smile welcomed him, alongside Dudley Dursley, who had transformed from a bully to a kind soul. The Weasley family gathered around – Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley – their love and laughter infectious. His honorary Grandma, Mrs. Tucker, beamed with pride.
Five children played around him and Ginny, their joy mirroring his dream of a future family. Their little faces reflected the best of both Harry and Ginny.
And then, a shocking sight: a little girl with a familiar smile, sparkling eyes, and wild curls.
"Daisy," Harry whispered, his heart aching.
His unborn sister, whom he had always imagined, now stood before him, full of life.
Professor McGonagall, or "Gran Minnie" as he affectionately called her, stood nearby, her eyes shining with warmth.
Lastly, a face he thought he'd never see again: his godfather, or Padfoot.
Tears welled up in Harry's eyes.
"This can't be the future," Harry realized.
His parents, Daisy, and Padfoot ( he was not sure about Padfoot)were gone.
"Then what is this?" Harry asked himself.
The mirror's secrets remained elusive, but one thing was certain – this was no ordinary reflection.
"Is this hope?" Harry wondered.
Or was it something more?
The mirror's silence enveloped him, leaving Harry with only questions.
Harry's gaze lingered on the mirror's scene, his heart still swelling with emotion. But his analytical mind began to unravel the mystery.
"This isn't the future," Harry realized. "It's my wish, my deepest desire."
The only thing he truly yearned for: a complete family, free from the shadows of the past.
He turned his attention to the inscription etched around the mirror's top: "Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi."
"What does it mean?" Harry wondered, his brow furrowed in concentration.
His sharp Hogwarts-honed mind kicked in, processing the cryptic message. He had always excelled in cryptography and ancient languages.
"Mirror language," Harry muttered, a spark of understanding igniting.
The words were written in reverse, with a twist, intentionally jumbled to conceal their true meaning.
With newfound understanding, Harry deciphered the message, his eyes scanning the inscription:
"I show not your face but your heart's desire."
A shiver ran down his spine as the words resonated deep within.
"Yes, that's correct," Harry whispered, awe creeping into his voice. "My heart's desire."
The mirror revealed his deepest longing, not a prophecy or prediction, but the essence of his innermost wishes.
"It's showing me what I want most," Harry thought, his mind reeling.
A sense of wonder and awe washed over him, mingling with gratitude.
"This mirror sees into my soul," Harry realized, feeling exposed yet understood.
The mirror's secrets laid bare, Harry's connection to it deepened.
"What else do you reveal?" Harry asked the mirror, his voice barely above a whisper.
The mirror's silence was almost palpable, yet Harry sensed a hidden depth, waiting to be uncovered.
Harry stood transfixed, gazing into the mirror's depths, mesmerized by his deepest wish. Time lost meaning as he absorbed every detail, every smile, every gesture. Almost an hour passed, yet he remained entranced.
But then, a creeping sense of unease disturbed his reverie. Harry's thoughts clarified, and he realized the mirror's true nature.
"This thing is luring me, trapping me," Harry thought, alarm rising.
His parents, alive and happy, was a cruel illusion. They were gone, and no magic could change that.
"If I keep staring, I'll lose my mind," Harry realized.
Determined to break free, Harry tore his gaze from the mirror. His eyes scanned the abandoned classroom.
"There must be parchment and ink somewhere," Harry thought.
He began searching, scouring every shelf and desk.
"Ah-ha!" Harry exclaimed.
Tucked away in a dusty corner, a quill and ink lay hidden.
"Now, let's see..." Harry muttered.
With quill in hand, Harry approached the mirror, a plan forming.
Albus Dumbledore had knowingly passed James' Invisibility Cloak to Harry, anticipating the Marauder's bloodline would stir Harry's curiosity.
"I must trust in Harry's destiny," Dumbledore thought.
Though given anonymously, the cloak was rightfully Harry's.
However, Dumbledore hadn't anticipated Harry discovering the Mirror of Erised.
Just an hour ago, Dumbledore himself had gazed into its depths.
"I see them," Dumbledore whispered.
Ariana, his sister, Aberforth, his brother, Kendra, his mother, and his father – all together, happy.
Tears welled in Dumbledore's eyes.
Footsteps echoed, and Dumbledore swiftly turned invisible.
Harry appeared, entranced by the mirror.
Dumbledore watched, surprised.
"He's been gazing for almost an hour," Dumbledore noted.
Concern crept in.
"I must warn him," Dumbledore thought.
The mirror's allure was treacherous.
But just as Dumbledore prepared to intervene, Harry suddenly broke free.
"Ah, quill and parchment," Harry muttered.
Dumbledore decided to remain invisible, intrigued.
"Let's see what Harry does next," Dumbledore thought.
The Headmaster's eyes never left Harry, his silence a testament to his patience and trust in the young wizard.
After an hour and a half of intense focus, Harry finally sighed in relief. As he turned around, his eyes widened in surprise.
Before him, an aura shimmered, radiant and bright white, with hints of greyish clouds. The aura took the majestic shape of a phoenix.
Harry's mind flashed back to his first conversation with Professor Dumbledore.
"You're here, aren't you?" Harry whispered, his eyes locked on the aura.
Albus Dumbledore removed the Invisibility spell, a warm smile spreading across his face.
"Impressive, Harry," Dumbledore said. "I didn't expect you to detect my presence."
Harry's smile mirrored Dumbledore's. "I saw your aura, sir. That's how I recognized you."
Dumbledore nodded, his eyes twinkling with delight. "Indeed, your sensitivity to auras is remarkable, Harry."
The phoenix-shaped aura pulsed softly, reflecting Dumbledore's gentle amusement.
"I must admit, I've been observing you, Harry," Dumbledore said. "Your connection to the Mirror of Erised is fascinating."
Harry's curiosity piqued, he awaited Dumbledore's next words, eager to understand the mirror's secrets.
Dumbledore's eyes sparkled with interest as he asked, "Harry, tell me, what did you see in the Mirror of Erised?"
Harry's voice filled with emotion. "I saw my complete family, past, present, and future. Everyone was there, even those who... aren't alive anymore."
Dumbledore's expression turned solemn, and he sighed. "Do you know what the mirror shows, Harry?"
Harry nodded firmly. "'I show not your face but your heart's desire'."
A warm smile spread across Dumbledore's face. "Very good, Harry. But beware, this mirror can lure you in with its promises."
Harry's expression turned resolute. "I know, sir. I realized that."
Dumbledore's eyebrows arched in surprise. "Then why, Harry, were you gazing into it for so long?"
Dumbledore's question hung in the air, awaiting Harry's response, his eyes searching for the young wizard's understanding of the mirror's allure.
Harry's eyes shone with determination. "I know I can't have all of them in real life, but at least I can capture the moment," he explained.
Dumbledore's curiosity was piqued. "What do you mean, Harry?"
"I made a painting of it," Harry replied. "In the painting, I'm older and hand in hand with Ginny. My mum and dad are there too, smiling at me."
Dumbledore's eyes widened as Harry continued.
"Ron, Hermione, and Neville are grown up, and even Draco is there, as a friend. Remus, Dudley, the Weasley family – Bills, Charlie, Percy, Twins, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley – and my honorary Grandma, Mrs. Tucker."
Harry's face lit up.
"And there are five children playing around Ginny and me. Exactly like my dream future with Ginny. Five children of our own."
Dumbledore's gaze softened.
"And one more girl, Daisy, my unborn sister. Professor McGonagall – Gran Minnie – and my godfather, Padfoot."
Dumbledore's face broke into a warm smile.
"Extraordinary, Harry! Your vision is remarkable."
In his mind, Dumbledore was amused by Harry's sharp intellect, already evident in his academic performance.
"But what fascinates me, Harry," Dumbledore thought, "is your emotional control in front of the mirror. Truly remarkable."
"Your painting is more than just art, Harry," Dumbledore said. "It's a reflection of your heart's deepest desires."
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.
"I must say, I'm impressed, Harry. Your wisdom beyond your years is a beacon of hope."
Harry's curiosity lingered, wondering what Dumbledore saw in the Mirror of Erised. But he hesitated, sensing the question's intimacy.
"I shouldn't ask," Harry thought. "It's too personal."
Instead, Harry made an educated guess.
"He'd see his family, too," Harry assumed. "Ariana, Aberforth, his parents... everyone he loves."
Dumbledore's voice interrupted Harry's thoughts.
"Harry, the mirror will be relocated soon," Dumbledore said. "Don't attempt to find it."
"I won't, sir," Harry replied.
Dumbledore nodded.
"Good afternoon, Harry," Dumbledore said.
"Good afternoon, Professor," Harry bid farewell.
With a final glance, Harry left the abandoned classroom, the mirror's secrets and Dumbledore's words etched in his mind.
As Harry departed, Dumbledore's gaze lingered, a mix of pride and concern for the young wizard.
"The mirror's allure is strong," Dumbledore thought. "But Harry's resolve is stronger."
Next Chapter is Last of Holidays.
A/n: I hope You like it. Please ignore grammatical and spelling errors.So finally, the bond is revealed, obviously more is to be found out but for now the bond is there. And how could I possibly skip Mirror of Erised so here we are just this time approach was different. Thanks for reading. § Hinny Forever § Please Review!!!