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That night, Harry drifted to sleep, only to find himself in the dreamland he shared with Ginny. He waited eagerly, and soon, Ginny materialized beside him.
"I have to tell you about the Mirror of Erised," Harry said, his eyes shining with excitement.
"What is it?" Ginny asked, her curiosity piqued.
"It shows your heart's desire," Harry explained. "I saw our future, Ginny. Our family, friends... everyone we love."
Harry's longing to share the painting became palpable.
"I wish I could show you the painting I made," Harry said.
To their surprise, the painting appeared out of nowhere, floating in the air before them.
"Wow!" Ginny gasped.
In the painting, Harry was older, hand in hand with Ginny. His parents, James and Lily Potter, smiled beside them.
"Ron, Hermione, and Neville are grown up," Ginny pointed out.
"Draco's there too," Harry said. "As a friend."
Ginny's eyes widened.
"Remus, Dudley... the Weasleys... Mrs. Tucker... everyone's here!"
Five children played around Harry and Ginny, their laughter and smiles infectious.
"Are those... our children?" Ginny asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Harry nodded.
"Five of them," he said. "Just like we always dreamed."
Ginny's gaze lingered on a smaller girl.
"Who's she?" Ginny asked.
"Daisy," Harry replied. "My unborn sister."
Ginny's eyes met Harry's.
"McGonagall's here, too," Ginny said. "And Padfoot!"
Harry smiled.
"Our family, Ginny. Past, present, and future."
Together, they gazed at the painting, their hearts filled with hope and joy.
As they continued their leisurely stroll through the dreamland, Ginny turned to Harry with a curious expression, her brow furrowed in thought.
"How did the painting appear in our dream?" Ginny asked, her voice filled with wonder.
Harry shrugged, his eyes scanning the dreamscapes. "I don't know, but it's amazing. Maybe our minds are more connected than we think."
Ginny nodded, her eyes sparkling with intrigue. "Maybe we can control our dreams if we focus hard enough. Think about it, Harry - we're already sharing this dream."
"That's a brilliant idea!" Harry exclaimed, his face lighting up with excitement.
They exchanged a determined glance, their minds racing with possibilities.
"Let's try," Ginny said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Focus on a Quidditch pitch," Harry suggested, his eyes shining with enthusiasm.
They stood together, eyes closed, concentrating intensely. The air around them seemed to vibrate with their collective energy.
"I can see it," Ginny whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.
"Me too," Harry replied, his voice filled with awe.
As they opened their eyes, a lush green Quidditch pitch materialized before them, identical to Hogwarts' own.
"Wow!" Ginny breathed, her gaze sweeping across the pitch.
The goals, stands, and white center line seemed to shimmer in the soft dreamlight.
"This is incredible," Harry said, grinning from ear to ear.
Ginny's eyes sparkled. "We did it, Harry! We actually controlled our dream."
"Shall we play?" Harry asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
Ginny nodded enthusiastically. "Let's fly!"
After their exhilarating Quidditch match, Harry and Ginny returned to the painting, admiring their dream future.
Ginny's gaze lingered on a figure in the background. Suddenly, her eyes widened.
"Harry, look!" Ginny exclaimed, her voice trembling.
"What?" Harry asked, following her gaze.
"This man," Ginny said, pointing to Padfoot. "I've seen him in old newspapers."
Harry's eyes narrowed. "Padfoot... I remember Mum and Dad talking about him."
"He's your godfather, isn't he?" Ginny asked.
Harry nodded vaguely. "I think so... but I thought he was dead."
Ginny's expression turned somber. "His name is Sirius Black, Harry."
Harry's mind raced.
"Sirus Black?" Harry repeated. "Why does that sound familiar?"
Ginny's voice dropped to a whisper. "He's in Azkaban, Harry."
"Why?" Harry asked, his heart sinking.
Ginny hesitated. "They say he murdered thirteen people with a single spell."
Harry felt like he'd been punched in the gut.
"A criminal?" Harry thought, reeling. "My godfather, a murderer?"
Ginny's eyes filled with compassion. "I'm sorry, Harry."
Harry's world had just been turned upside down.
"What really happened?" Harry wondered.
The painting, once a symbol of hope, now seemed tainted by the dark truth about Sirius Black.
Harry's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with unanswered questions. "Why didn't Remus tell me about Sirius on Halloween, at Godric's Hollow?" he wondered, his voice barely above a whisper.
He recalled the conversation they had near his parents' graves. "I told Remus that Padfoot was dead, and he nodded... He knew," Harry said, his brow furrowed.
Ginny's voice interrupted Harry's thoughts, offering a gentle explanation. "Maybe Remus didn't want to worry you or make you feel betrayed, Harry."
Harry shook his head, his expression a mix of confusion and dismay. "But why didn't he tell me the truth? I thought I knew my godfather."
Ginny's eyes filled with empathy. "Remus cares about you, Harry. He wants to protect you. He probably didn't want to hurt you with the truth."
Harry couldn't shake off the feeling of betrayal. "I always thought my godfather died like my parents – a hero, fighting against Voldemort. But a murderer... No, this can't be," Harry exclaimed.
Memories flooded Harry's mind. He remembered making stick figures with ice cream sticks when he was three – his parents, Moony (Remus), and Padfoot (Sirius). The happy family he had imagined was now shattered.
"Moony and Padfoot, my godfather...," Harry whispered, his voice cracking.
Ginny wrapped her arms around Harry, offering comfort. "I'm here for you, Harry. We'll get through this together."
Harry leaned into Ginny's embrace, struggling to reconcile the truth about Sirius Black. His mind wrestled with the contrast between the loving godfather he had imagined and the monster the wizarding world painted him to be.
"How could he?" Harry wondered, his heart heavy with sorrow and confusion.
Ginny held him close, her presence a beacon of support in the midst of Harry's turmoil. "We'll find out the truth, Harry. Together."
A single tear flowed through Harry's eye, betraying his efforts to hold back his emotions. Ginny's gentle voice encouraged him.
"Let them flow, Harry," Ginny said softly. "There's no use holding them back."
Harry's gaze dropped, and more tears followed, streaming down his face. Ginny's arms enveloped him, offering comfort.
"My world is shattered," Harry whispered, his voice trembling.
Ginny held him closer.
"Padfoot was supposed to be a hero," Harry exclaimed, his voice cracking. "He can't be a murderer."
The image of his godfather, once a beloved figure, now seemed tainted.
"How could he?" Harry wondered aloud.
Ginny's words were a gentle whisper.
"We don't know the whole story, Harry. Maybe there's more to it."
But Harry's mind struggled to reconcile the truth.
"Thirteen people," Harry whispered, horror etched on his face. "He killed thirteen people."
Ginny's hold on him tightened.
"We'll get through this, Harry. Together."
Harry's tears continued to flow, mourning the loss of his godfather's innocence.
Harry's mind refused to accept the harsh reality. "There has to be more to it," he thought, his determination growing.
"I don't believe it," Harry said to Ginny. "We need to find out more about Sirius Black."
Ginny nodded in agreement. "Something's clearly amiss, Harry. We can't just accept what everyone says."
Together, they decided to uncover the truth behind Sirius Black's conviction.
Just as they began to formulate a plan, Harry felt a familiar sensation.
"Ginny, I think we're waking up," Harry said, his voice laced with disappointment.
Ginny's eyes met Harry's, and she nodded.
"I feel it too," Ginny replied.
They shared a bittersweet glance, knowing their dream was ending.
Without a word, they wrapped their arms around each other, sharing a tender hug.
"Let's find out the truth when we wake up," Ginny whispered.
Harry nodded, holding her close.
As the dream dissipated, their hug lingered, a promise to face the truth together.
Everything faded to black, leaving only the resolve to uncover the secrets surrounding Sirius Black.
Harry woke up on the morning of December 30th, the Christmas holidays still in full swing. The castle was quiet, with only seven students remaining – Harry, Ron, Percy, the Twins from Gryffindor, Sophie Rogers from Slytherin, and Roger Davis, a fourth-year Ravenclaw.
At breakfast, the small gathering assembled around a single table, professors included. Harry poured himself a bowl of oatmeal, exchanging morning greetings with the others.
Just as Harry took his first bite, Snape's voice cut through the chatter.
"Potter, a word," Snape said, his eyes beckoning Harry to the corner.
Harry politely wished Snape good morning.
"Good morning, Professor," Harry said.
Snape's tone shifted, adopting a collegial air that made Harry feel like a peer rather than a student.
"Potter, I've received news regarding the Potter-Snape Amnesia Potion," Snape began.
Harry's interest piqued.
"Yesterday, I received a letter from the Wizarding Committee," Snape continued. "After our successful testing last month, I presented the potion to the committee. I'm pleased to announce that it's been accepted."
Harry's eyes widened.
"The implications are significant," Snape said. "The potion can now be brewed in mass quantities to aid those in need. It will revolutionize the wizarding medical field."
Harry beamed with pride.
"That's amazing, Professor!" Harry exclaimed.
Snape's expression softened, a hint of approval flickering across his face.
"Indeed, Potter," Snape said. "Your... ingenuity has yielded remarkable results."
The tension between Snape and Harry had dissipated, replaced by a sense of mutual respect. Harry's exceptional potion-making skills and their joint success with the Potter-Snape Amnesia Potion had bridged the gap.
"Well done, Potter," Snape said, his voice genuine. "Achieving this feat as a first-year student is remarkable."
"Thank you, Professor," Harry replied, smiling. "I couldn't have done it without your support and guidance."
Snape's expression softened, his eyes betraying a hint of pride.
"You have a natural affinity for potion-making, Potter," Snape said. "I expect great things from you in the future."
Harry's gratitude was sincere.
"Thank you, Professor. I appreciate your guidance and trust in me."
To seal their newfound understanding, Snape extended his hand. Harry shook it firmly.
"A formal congratulations, Potter," Snape said.
Their handshake was a symbol of respect and shared accomplishment.
With the formalities concluded, Snape returned to his seat, while Harry rejoined his friends at the breakfast table.
Ron's curious gaze met Harry's.
"What did Snape want?" Ron asked.
Harry grinned.
"He congratulated me on the Potter-Snape Amnesia Potion," Harry replied. "It's been accepted by the Wizarding Committee."
The Twins and Percy exchanged impressed glances, while Sophie and Roger offered warm smiles.
"Brilliant, Harry!" Ron exclaimed.
The group returned to their breakfast, the atmosphere lively and celebratory.
As the news of the Potter-Snape Amnesia Potion's acceptance spread, the atmosphere in the Great Hall transformed. Professors and students alike turned their attention to Harry and Snape.
Professor McGonagall, with a warm smile, was the first to approach. "Congratulations, Harry and Severus. This is a remarkable achievement."
Professor Sprout followed, shaking Harry's hand. "Well done, young Potter. Your talent is undeniable."
Even Professor Trelawney, usually lost in her own world, offered her praise. "The threads of fate have woven a tapestry of success for you, Harry Potter."
But it was Dumbledore's words that held the most significance. The Headmaster's eyes twinkled as he approached.
"Ah, Harry and Severus, your collaboration has yielded something truly extraordinary. The wizarding world will benefit greatly from your discovery."
"Thank you, sir," Harry replied, beaming.
Snape's expression revealed a hint of satisfaction. "Indeed, Headmaster. Potter's innate ability and dedication made this achievement possible."
Dumbledore's smile encompassed both Harry and Snape. "A testament to the power of collaboration and the brightest minds of our time."
The room filled with applause as the professors and students congratulated Harry and Snape on their groundbreaking achievement.
Harry's face grew hotter as the praise and attention continued. He felt overwhelmed, his eyes darting around the room in search of an escape.
Snape, observing Harry's reaction, thought to himself, "I was wrong about the boy. He doesn't crave fame or attention."
Snape's voice cut through the commotion. "Potter, this time it's your own success, your own fame. You deserve it."
Harry's gaze met Snape's, his expression revealing a deep-seated surprise, as if praise was a rarity in his life.
Snape's eyes narrowed, his mind racing. What kind of home life did Harry have, where praise and recognition were so scarce?
He noticed the faintest glimmer of vulnerability in Harry's eyes, a hint of secrets hidden.
Snape's instincts screamed to uncover the truth, but he knew better. For now, he mustn't ask.
Instead, Snape offered a nod of approval. "Your humility becomes you, Potter."
Harry's blush deepened, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you, Professor."
The moment hung between them, a silent understanding that Snape wouldn't pry, at least not yet.
The afternoon sun cast its warm glow over Hogwarts as the Daily Prophet arrived, its front page screaming with the revolutionary news. The headline, emblazoned in bold font, read: "Potter-Snape Amnesia Potion: A Breakthrough in Wizarding Medicine!"
The article, penned by renowned journalist Casey Anthony, delved into the intricacies of the potion. "This miraculous concoction, crafted by the unlikely duo of Harry Potter and Severus Snape, boasts zero side effects and universal efficacy across all species," the article stated.
The Prophet highlighted the potion's potential to transform the medical field, enabling traumatized individuals to overcome their painful memories. "Imagine a world where victims of dark magic can erase their torment, where wizards and witches can heal from the scars of war."
The article then shifted its focus to the inventors themselves. "Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, has proven himself a potions prodigy at merely eleven years old and in his first year at Hogwarts," the article read. "His innate talent, nurtured by the expert guidance of Severus Snape, has yielded a discovery that will reshape the wizarding world."
The article continued, "Joining forces with the esteemed Potions Master, Severus Snape, who has helmed the Hogwarts potions department for eleven years, Potter's skills have been honed to remarkable effect. Snape's vast knowledge and Potter's innovative thinking have forged a partnership that promises to revolutionize the field."
The article concluded with a quote from Professor Dumbledore, praising the collaboration. "This achievement exemplifies the power of unity and ingenuity in the wizarding world. We are proud to witness the birth of a new era in magical medicine."
As the Hogwarts community devoured the news, whispers of admiration and awe surrounded Harry and Snape. Students and professors alike stopped them in the corridors, offering congratulations.
"You're a true prodigy, Harry!" Ron Weasley exclaimed.
"Snape, your guidance has brought out the best in Harry," Professor McGonagall said.
Their names were on everyone's lips, cementing their places in the annals of wizarding history.
The Daily Prophet article featured a captivating photograph, snapped during the pivotal testing phase of the Potter-Snape Amnesia Potion. The image showcased the diverse group of test subjects, proudly holding their beloved pets.
Hermione Granger beamed with confidence, cradling Kluer, Harry's adorable cat, in her arms. Ron Weasley grinned broadly, displaying Scabbers, his loyal pet rat. Neville Longbottom looked relieved, gently holding Trevor, his trusty toad.
Professor Minerva McGonagall and Professor Aurora Sinistra participated as adult test subjects, flanking the trio of young friends. Their presence lent credibility and gravity to the experiment.
At the center of the photograph, Harry Potter and Severus Snape stood united, the Potter-Snape Amnesia Potion prominently displayed between them. Harry's eyes shone with excitement, while Snape's expression exuded a sense of pride and accomplishment.
The caption beneath the photo read: "Harry Potter and Severus Snape, creators of the revolutionary Amnesia Potion, surrounded by test subjects and their pets."
Casey Anthony's article continued, "This groundbreaking potion has demonstrated unparalleled success, erasing traumatic memories without adverse effects. The wizarding community owes a debt of gratitude to Potter and Snape for their collaborative genius."
Harry laughed and laid down a card, engrossed in a heated game of Exploding Snap with Fred and George Weasley in the cozy Gryffindor common room.
Just as Harry's card exploded, showering the table with fragments, Ron burst in, waving the Daily Prophet.
"Harry, you won't believe this!" Ron exclaimed.
Harry's curiosity piqued, he set aside his cards.
"What is it?" Harry asked.
Ron spread the newspaper on the table, revealing the front-page article.
"Potter-Snape Amnesia Potion: A Breakthrough in Wizarding Medicine!" the headline read.
Harry's eyes widened as he took in the photo of himself, Snape, and their friends.
"Blimey!" Fred exclaimed. "You're famous, Harry!"
George chuckled. "Again."
But Harry felt a sense of pride and satisfaction.
"This time it's different," Harry said, smiling. "I'm not just the Boy Who Lived. I've done something myself."
Ron grinned. "You've done something amazing, mate."
For Harry, this moment was sweeter than any other – his own achievement, his own triumph.
As evening descended, Harry seized the opportunity to slip away to the library. His mind remained fixated on Sirius Black, and he was determined to uncover the truth.
"I'll finally get some answers," Harry thought to himself.
Just as Harry reached the library door, a gentle voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Hi!" Chimney, the castle's resident house-elf, said softly.
Harry turned, smiling.
"Hi,Chimney !" Harry replied.
Chimney's eyes sparkled.
"Professor Dumbledore has called for you, Harry Potter," Chimney announced.
Harry's curiosity piqued.
"What's it about?" Harry asked.
Chimney's expression turned serious.
"I don't know, Harry Potter. But Professor Dumbledore wants to see you in his office immediately."
Harry's thoughts racing, he nodded.
"I'll go right away," Harry said.
With a nod, Chimney vanished, leaving Harry to ponder the unexpected summons.
"What could Dumbledore want to discuss?" Harry wondered.
The mystery of Sirius Black would have to wait; Dumbledore's call took precedence.
Harry knocked on the door, and Dumbledore's warm voice invited him in.
"Good evening, Harry," Dumbledore said, smiling.
"Good evening, sir," Harry replied.
As they exchanged greetings, Harry's eyes wandered to Fawkes, perched majesty on his stand. He stroked the phoenix's radiant feathers, feeling a sense of calm.
"Harry, do you recall our first conversation?" Dumbledore asked.
Harry nodded. "Yes, sir."
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "I promised you a book on aura reading, contingent upon your ability to handle multitasking. I believe you're now ready."
Harry's excitement grew. He had always struggled to understand the auras he saw.
"This book will help me learn?" Harry asked.
"Indeed," Dumbledore said. "Your ability is rare, Harry. Few can see auras, let alone read them."
Dumbledore handed Harry a slim, leather-bound volume.
"Be cautious, Harry. Absorb this knowledge gradually. Don't rush."
"I won't, sir," Harry promised.
Dumbledore smiled.
"I have faith in you, Harry. Now, off you go. Enjoy your reading."
"Thank you, sir!" Harry exclaimed.
With the precious book clutched tightly, Harry bid Dumbledore farewell.
"Goodnight, Harry," Dumbledore said.
"Goodnight, sir," Harry replied, eager to delve into the mysteries of aura reading.
Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room, expecting a peaceful evening by the fireplace. Instead, he was met with a staggering pile of letters that had arrived during his meeting with Dumbledore.
"Blimey!" Harry exclaimed, eyes widening at the sheer number of envelopes.
Ron, lounging on a nearby couch, chuckled and set aside his book.
"You're popular, mate," Ron said with a grin.
Harry began sorting through the letters, his smile growing with each familiar name. Congratulations poured in from Hermione, Neville, and even Draco, who had surprisingly become part of their close-knit group over the past month.
"Draco's writing's improved," Ron teased, peering over Harry's shoulder.
Harry chuckled.
Other letters arrived from honorary Grandma Mrs. Tucker, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and numerous classmates: Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Lavender Brown, Sally-Anne Perks, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbott, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Lily Moon, Michael Corner, Anthony Goldstein, Sue Li, and Lisa Turpin, among others.
"This is madness!" Harry laughed, shaking his head.
Ron grinned.
"Everyone's heard about the potion," Ron said. "You're a celebrity, Harry."
As they sifted through the letters, Ron's expression turned thoughtful.
"Hey, Neville's coming back tomorrow, right?" Ron asked.
Harry nodded.
"December 31st. Can't wait," Harry replied.
Ron's eyes sparkled.
"Boys' time, then! Hermione won't be back till January 2," Ron said.
Harry chuckled.
"Time for some mischief, Ron?" Harry asked.
Ron's grin grew.
"You know it, mate," Ron replied.
The two friends exchanged a knowing look, already planning their adventures for the next few days.
With the letters sorted and responded to, Harry settled in for a quiet evening with Ron, eager for Neville's return and the start of their boyish escapades.
Amelia Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement (DMLE), sat at her desk, scrutinizing the letter that had just arrived from Albus Dumbledore. The sealed envelope, adorned with the Hogwarts crest, had been delivered by a trusted owl.
"Confidential," she murmured, raising an eyebrow as she broke the seal.
The letter's initial statement seemed absurd: Sirius Black's possible innocence. Amelia's mind rebelled against the notion, recalling the overwhelming evidence that had led to Black's imprisonment.
"Preposterous," she thought, her years of experience in law enforcement screaming that Black was guilty.
However, as she continued reading, Dumbledore's words gave her pause. The usually unequivocal Headmaster was hedging, revealing a complexity to the case Amelia had never considered.
"A medical incident involving Harry Potter... Legilimency... astonishing revelations," Amelia read, her curiosity piqued.
Dumbledore's letter explained that Harry's memory, uncovered during a medical procedure, revealed Sirius was not the Secret Keeper, as had been assumed.
"Tampered with, perhaps?" Amelia wondered, her mind racing with the implications.
Dumbledore acknowledged the possibility but emphasized the crucial point: there was a chance Sirius was innocent. The weight of this statement settled heavily on Amelia's shoulders.
The list of witnesses to Harry's memory was impressive: Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Madam Pomfrey, and Dumbledore himself.
Amelia's expression turned thoughtful as she considered the reputations of those involved.
"Dumbledore wants my support for a trial," she realized, the next Wizengamot meeting looming large.
Could she trust Dumbledore's judgment? Amelia knew his reputation for wisdom and fairness.
With a deep breath, Amelia made her decision.
"I'll keep an open mind," she thought, the letter's words etched in her memory.
The sealed envelope was placed in a secure drawer, Amelia's mind already racing with the implications.
"Sirius Black, innocent?" The possibility now lingered in her mind, refusing to be dismissed.
Only time would reveal the truth, but Amelia was determined to uncover it.
Remus Lupin packed his belongings, preparing to return to Britain from France. His thoughts drifted to the letter he had received from Harry Potter.
"I'm so sorry, Harry," Remus whispered, regret etching his face.
The full moon on December 24th had forced Remus into solitude, transforming him into a werewolf. He had missed Christmas with Harry, a painful tradition that now spanned ten consecutive years.
Remus's eyes lingered on a photograph of Harry, James, and himself.
"I promised you, Harry," Remus said, determination in his voice. "I'll make it up to you on New Year's."
Remus recalled his letter to Harry, promising to meet him on January 1st.
"I'll be there, Harry," Remus vowed. "We'll celebrate the New Year together."
Remus's heart swelled with affection for his godson.
"You deserve happiness, Harry," Remus thought. "And I'll be there to share it with you."
With a resolute sigh, Remus closed his trunk and began his journey back to Britain, eager to reunite with Harry.
"I won't miss New Year's, Harry," Remus whispered. "I promise."
Harry snuggled into his bed, exhaustion claiming him. As he drifted off to sleep, his mind transcended to the dream world.
In the ethereal realm, Ginny Weasley awaited him, her bright smile radiant.
"Behold, the new Potions Master of the century!" Ginny declared, her arms sweeping wide in a dramatic flourish.
Harry's dream self chuckled.
"Ginny, you're being ridiculous," Harry said, grinning.
Ginny's expression softened.
"No, Harry, I'm serious," Ginny said. "Congratulations on the Potter-Snape Amnesia Potion. You and Professor Snape have changed the wizarding world."
Ginny's eyes shone with genuine admiration.
"You're amazing, Harry," Ginny whispered.
With a tender gesture, Ginny leaned in and kissed Harry on the cheek.
Harry's dream self blushed.
"Thanks, Ginny," Harry replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
The dreamland surroundings blurred, leaving only Ginny's warm smile and sparkling eyes.
"You deserve all the accolades, Harry," Ginny said. "I'm so proud of you."
In this tranquil dream world, Harry basked in Ginny's praise.
Harry's pouted, his dream self feigning hurt as he gazed at Ginny.
"Just a kiss on the cheek?" Harry asked, his voice laced with mock indignation. "Is that all I get from my girlfriend?"
Ginny's eyes sparkled with amusement, her lips curling into a playful smile.
"What more do you want, Potter?" Ginny teased, her voice dripping with seduction.
Harry's pout intensified, his eyes locked on Ginny's.
"A proper kiss, at least," Harry said, his voice low and husky. "One that makes my heart race."
Ginny's smile grew mischievous, her cheeks flushing.
"Oh, really?" Ginny asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "And what makes you think you deserve that?"
Harry's eyes crinkled at the corners.
"Because I'm the new Potions Master of the century?" Harry suggested, his grin sheepish.
Ginny chuckled.
"That's a good start," Ginny said. "But I think you can do better."
Without another word, Ginny leaned in, her lips meeting Harry's in a tender, dreamy kiss. The world around them melted away, leaving only the gentle touch of their lips.
Harry's pout vanished, replaced by a contented smile.
"Better?" Ginny asked, her eyes shining.
"Much," Harry replied, his voice filled with happiness.
As they broke apart, Ginny's fingers traced Harry's jawline.
"I love you, Harry," Ginny whispered.
"I love you too, Ginny," Harry replied.
In the dream world, time stood still, allowing the couple to savor the moment.
The dreamy atmosphere shifted as Harry and Ginny delved into more serious matters.
"I couldn't find any information on Sirius Black," Harry said, frustration etched on his face. "With all the potion-making and letters, and then Dumbledore called me to his office..."
Ginny's expression turned sympathetic.
"What did Dumbledore say?" Ginny asked.
Harry hesitated.
"He gave me aura reading book ," Harry said. He also said , "But my mind keeps rebelling against it. I don't want to believe Padfoot is a murderer."
Ginny's eyes filled with understanding.
"I asked my parents, but they refused to tell me anything," Ginny said. "So I asked Charlie..."
Harry's curiosity piqued.
"What did Charlie say?" Harry asked.
Ginny's voice dropped to a whisper.
"Sirius was imprisoned for murdering 13 people on November 1st, 1981," Ginny said. "Twelve Muggles and one wizard... Peter Pettigrew."
Harry's eyes widened in shock.
"Peter Pettigrew?" Harry repeated. "Wormtail? One of the Marauders?"
Ginny nodded.
"With a single blasting curse," Ginny added.
Harry's mind reeled.
"But that's impossible," Harry thought. "Padfoot, a murderer? Wormtail, dead?"
Memories of Peter from his babyhood flooded Harry's mind.
"It can't be," Harry whispered. "There has to be a mistake."
Little did they know, the truth was far more complex, hidden beneath layers of deception.
"What have we stumbled into, Ginny?" Harry asked.
Ginny's expression mirrored Harry's concern.
"I don't know, Harry," Ginny replied. "But we'll uncover the truth, together."
Harry's expression shifted, seeking to escape the darkness of the conversation. His eyes sparkled with mischief.
"Enough of this," Harry said, his voice lightening. "Let's do something nice. Something we'll both enjoy."
Ginny's eyes sparkled, sensing a change in mood.
"What did you have in mind?" Ginny asked, her curiosity piqued.
Harry's grin grew mischievous.
"Something relaxing," Harry said. "A break from the wizarding world."
In an instant, a glittering pool materialized in the dream landscape. The sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow.
"Perfect," Ginny exclaimed, her eyes wide.
Before Ginny could react, Harry swooped in, scooping her up in his arms.
"Harry, no!" she laughed, struggling playfully.
Harry chuckled.
"Too late," Harry said.
With a playful heave, Harry tossed Ginny into the pool. She splashed into the water.
Ginny resurfaced.
"You're going to pay for that, Potter!" Ginny shouted.
Harry chuckled.
"Oh, I'm shaking with fear," Harry teased.
With a fluid motion, Harry dove into the pool beside her.
The cool water enveloped them, washing away the worries of the wizarding world.
For now, in this dreamland, only joy and laughter existed.
"Race you to the other side!" Ginny challenged.
"You're on!" Harry replied.
The two of them plunged into the water.
As the dream wore on, the sun began to set in the fantastical landscape. Harry and Ginny floated side by side in the pool.
"It's time," Ginny said, her voice tinged with regret.
"I know," Harry replied. "I don't want to wake up."
Ginny's eyes locked onto Harry's.
"I love you," Ginny whispered.
"I love you too," Harry replied.
They shared a brief, tender hug.
As they pulled apart, the dream began to fade.
"Wait," Harry pleaded.
But it was too late. The dream dissolved.
Harry's eyes fluttered open to the morning light of December 31st.
He lay still, his mind lingering on the dream.
Ginny's smile lingered in his thoughts.
With a contented sigh, Harry swung his legs over the side of the bed.
A new day had begun.
"Happy New Year's Eve," Harry whispered to himself.
The prospect of celebrating with Ron and Neville later filled him with excitement.
But for now, the memory of Ginny's dreamy kiss lingered.
December 31st marked the beginning of students' return to Hogwarts after the Christmas holidays. Although officially, the break didn't end until January 4th, the castle was already buzzing with activity.
From morning onward, the fireplaces of the House Heads were filled with students flooing back to the castle. Harry and Ron eagerly awaited Neville's arrival in the Gryffindor common room.
"I wonder who'll be back first," Ron said.
"Hopefully Neville," Harry replied.
Suddenly, Neville emerged from the fireplace, shaking off the ashes.
"Neville!" Harry and Ron exclaimed in unison.
"Hey, guys!" Neville said with a grin. "Merry Christmas!"
The trio dove into non-stop chatter as they walked towards the common room.
"You guys stayed here for Christmas, didn't you?" Neville asked.
"Yeah, it was quiet," Harry said.
"Quiet?" Ron laughed. "That's an understatement!"
"We had to keep ourselves entertained," Harry added.
"I bet," Neville teased.
"I missed Ginny, though," Harry admitted.
"Yeah, I can imagine," Neville sympathized.
"She's yet to start Hogwarts," Harry said wistfully.
"Time will fly," Ron reassured him.
As they reached the Gryffindor common room, they collapsed onto plush armchairs.
"I'm glad to be back," Neville said.
"Me too," Harry agreed.
The warmth of the fire and the comfort of each other's company made the holiday separation fade away.
"Let's get some butterbeers," Ron suggested.
"Perfect," Harry and Neville chimed in unison.
Harry, Ron, and Neville settled into the cozy Gryffindor common room, sipping butterbeers.
"I'm glad Hermione's not back yet," Ron said with a grin.
"Why's that?" Neville asked.
"We've got the boys' days left," Harry chuckled.
"Exactly!" Ron exclaimed. "No studying, no nagging...bliss."
Hermione's return on January 2nd loomed, but for now, the trio reveled in their freedom.
"Tomorrow's going to be special, though," Harry said.
"Oh? Why's that?" Neville asked.
"Moony's coming," Harry replied.
"Remus?" Ron clarified.
Harry nodded.
"Yeah, he promised he'd spend New Year's with me," Harry said.
"That's great!" Neville said.
"I've missed him," Harry admitted.
The fireplace crackled, casting a warm glow.
"I'm looking forward to seeing him," Harry continued. "It's been too long."
"We'll make sure to give you two some space," Ron said.
"Thanks, mate," Harry smiled.
The evening wore on, filled with laughter and camaraderie.
"Tomorrow can't come soon enough," Harry thought.
For Harry, the promise of Remus's visit brought a sense of comfort and normalcy.
"See you guys later," Harry said.
"Night, Harry," Ron and Neville replied.
Harry headed to his dormitory, his heart already anticipating Remus's arrival.
Harry drifted off to sleep, his mind still reeling from the day's events. But as he slipped into dreamland, he found himself face to face with Ginny once more.
"Hey," Ginny said, her smile radiant.
"Hey," Harry replied, his heart skipping a beat.
They strolled through the dreamscape, the sun shining brightly overhead.
"I'm returning to the Burrow tomorrow with Mum and Dad," Ginny said, her eyes sparkling.
Harry's face fell.
"What's the use?" Harry asked, pouting. "You're yet to start Hogwarts. We can't meet in real life."
Ginny's expression turned mischievous.
"There's one solution, though," Ginny said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Harry's curiosity piqued.
"What?" Harry asked.
Ginny's cheeks flushed.
"Remember when we first met Hinny the phoenix?" Ginny asked.
Harry nodded.
"You were saying something, and I said we should..." Ginny trailed off.
Harry's face flushed red.
"What?" Harry asked, playing along.
"We should marry in dreamland," Ginny said. "No one will know."
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"But we're only 11 and 10," Harry pointed out.
Ginny shrugged.
"So what?" Ginny replied. "We can have a real ceremony later. Now's time for a secret wedding. Don't you want to marry me?"
Harry's heart skipped a beat.
"Of course, I do," Harry said. "I promised you. If we want five kids, we'll have to marry, won't we?"
Ginny's smile grew.
"I want a real wedding, though," Harry continued. "In front of everyone. I want to announce it to the whole wizarding world. Our wedding will be grand, Ginny. No secrets."
Ginny's eyes shone.
"I love you, Harry," Ginny whispered.
"I love you too, Ginny," Harry replied.
In this dream world, their love knew no bounds.
"Imagine it," Harry said. "Hogwarts, the Great Hall, everyone we love. We'll make it unforgettable."
Ginny's laughter echoed.
"I can't wait," Ginny said.
Their dream world dissolved into a romantic haze.
For now, in this fantasy, they were free to love without limits.
Harry's grin grew mischievous, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
"But you'll have to wait, Ginny," Harry said. "I'm the great Harry Potter, after all. The Chosen One, the Savior of the Wizarding World."
Ginny rolled her eyes, chuckling.
"Modest, as always," Ginny teased.
Harry chuckled and took off, running through the dream landscape with Ginny hot on his heels.
"Hey, come back!" Ginny shouted, laughing.
Ginny's footsteps pounded the ground, gaining on Harry.
Finally, she caught up to him, tackling him to the dreamy grass.
"You think you're that special, huh?" Ginny asked, straddling Harry.
With a playful swat, Ginny smacked Harry's head.
Harry clutched his head, pretending to be injured, his face contorted in mock agony.
"Ow! Ginny, you're so violent!" Harry exclaimed. "I think I'm bleeding internally."
Ginny's eyes widened, concern etched on her face.
"Oh no, Harry! I'm so sorry!" Ginny apologized, trying to help Harry up.
Harry continued his dramatic performance, exaggerating his injuries.
"I think I need immediate medical attention," Harry said, groaning.
Ginny's face contorted with worry.
"Harry, I'm really sorry! I didn't mean to hit you that hard!" Ginny pleaded.
Harry couldn't maintain the act anymore.
He burst into laughter, holding his stomach.
"Gotcha!" Harry exclaimed.
Ginny playfully hit him again.
"You're impossible, Harry!" Ginny laughed.
Their dream world dissolved into joyful chaos.
In this fantasy, their love and laughter knew no bounds.
"You're going to pay for that," Harry threatened, grinning.
"Oh, I'm shaking with fear," Ginny teased.
Their playful banter continued, lost in the bliss of their dream world.
As the dream wore on, the sun began to set in the fantastical landscape. Harry and Ginny shared a bittersweet glance.
"It's time," Ginny said, her voice tinged with regret.
"I know," Harry replied. "I don't want to wake up."
They shared a tender embrace.
"Happy New Year, Ginny," Harry whispered.
Ginny's eyes sparkled.
"And to you, Harry," Ginny replied.
Harry's voice took on a poetic tone.
"Every New Year's Eve, I want to spend with you," Harry said. "Watching the fireworks of life together, hand in hand, forever."
Ginny's lips curved into a soft smile.
"I love you, Harry," Ginny whispered.
"I love you too, Ginny," Harry replied.
Their lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss.
As they parted, the dream began to fade.
Harry's eyes fluttered open to the early morning light of January 1st.
He lay in his dormitory, the darkness outside the windows hinting at the early hour – 5 am.
The memory of Ginny's kiss lingered.
Harry smiled, feeling grateful for the magical connection they shared.
"Happy New Year, Ginny," he whispered to himself.
The silence of the dormitory enveloped him.
With a contented sigh, Harry swung his legs over the side of the bed.
A new year had begun.
And Harry knew this year would bring its own set of adventures.
Amelia Bones sat at her desk, pouring over old Ministry trial papers. Her eyes scanned the yellowed documents, her mind racing with thoughts of the past. Since receiving Dumbledore's letter, her heart had been filled with a glimmer of hope.
"I always knew it," Amelia said to herself. "Sirius Black couldn't have been a Death Eater."
At the time of Sirius's imprisonment, Amelia had worked in the Department of Magical Transportation. She had been young and ambitious, with a keen sense of justice. Even then, she hadn't believed Sirius capable of betraying James and Lily Potter.
But as the years passed, and the Ministry's stance on Sirius remained unwavering, Amelia's doubts had grown. The evidence against him seemed overwhelming, and she had reluctantly accepted the official story.
Now, as the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia saw the world in a different light. She was one of the youngest department heads in Ministry history, and her talent and dedication had earned her a reputation as a fair and fiercely intelligent witch.
As she delved deeper into the trial papers, Amelia's eyes widened in shock.
"This can't be right," Amelia muttered. "Sirius was never given a trial."
The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. No trial, no chance to defend himself. The Ministry had condemned Sirius without due process.
Amelia's mind reeled with the implications. Had they been wrong all along? Had an innocent man languished in Azkaban for ten long years?
Dumbledore's letter had sparked a fire within her, and now Amelia was determined to uncover the truth.
"I have to know more," Amelia said, her voice firm with resolve. "I have to know what really happened."
Amelia's thoughts swirled with a mix of emotions as she delved deeper into the trial papers. There was a reason she was so invested in uncovering the truth about Sirius Black. A reason she had never spoken aloud.
As a sixth-year student at Hogwarts, Amelia had fallen deeply in love with Sirius, who was then in his fifth year. Though she knew he had never returned her affections, her feelings for him had never truly faded.
"It's because of you, Sirius," Amelia whispered to herself. "I couldn't believe you were a criminal. I knew you, or at least I thought I did."
The pain of his supposed betrayal had lingered, but now, with the revelation that he had never been given a trial, Amelia's heart swelled with hope. Maybe, just maybe, Sirius was innocent.
Dumbledore's letter had reignited a flame within her, and Amelia couldn't wait for the Wizengamot meeting next month.
"I'll make sure the truth comes out," Amelia vowed.
Despite knowing Sirius didn't love her, Amelia's feelings had remained constant over the years. She had tried to suppress them, to move on, but the pain of losing her brother and sister-in-law to the Death Eaters had left her with a deep sense of loneliness.
As she looked around her empty home, Amelia's thoughts turned to her niece, Susan Bones. Susan was all she had left, and today, January 1st, marked a new chapter in the young girl's life – her first year at Hogwarts.
"I'll miss you, Susan," Amelia said, smiling wistfully.
Susan had declined Amelia's offer to attend the Ministry's New Year's Ball, opting instead to settle into her new life at Hogwarts. Amelia couldn't blame her; the ball would be a dull affair compared to the magic of Hogwarts.
With a sigh, Amelia stood up, smoothing her robes. She had to attend the ball, but her mind would be elsewhere, with Sirius, and the truth she was determined to uncover.
"I'll find out what really happened, Sirius," Amelia promised herself. "I'll make it right."
Harry sprang out of bed, feeling refreshed and ready to take on the new year. He glanced at his watch and saw that it was 7 am. Time to wake up his best friends.
"Rise and shine, guys!" Harry exclaimed, shaking Neville and Ron awake.
"Happy New Year, mate!" Ron mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
"Happy New Year!" Neville chimed in, stretching.
The boys exchanged warm wishes, grinning at each other.
"Hermione's not back yet, is she?" Ron asked.
"No, she's coming tomorrow," Harry replied. "So, we've got the boys' day out till then."
Harry's mind wandered to the special guest he was expecting. Remus, or Moony, was coming to Hogwarts, and Harry couldn't wait.
"It's going to be my first New Year with Uncle Moony," Harry said, excitement bubbling up.
The boys made their way to the Great Hall for breakfast. The long tables were less crowded than usual, as many students had not yet returned from their holidays. The last day to return was January 4th.
As they entered the Great Hall, Harry spotted the professors at the staff table.
"Happy New Year, Professor McGonagall!" Harry called out, approaching the Transfiguration professor.
"Ah, Happy New Year, Harry!" Professor McGonagall replied, smiling warmly.
Harry made his way around the table, wishing each professor a Happy New Year.
"Happy New Year, Professor Sprout!" Harry said, shaking the Herbology professor's hand.
"Happy New Year, Harry! May it bring you joy and success," Professor Sprout replied.
Next, Harry greeted Professor Flitwick, who was beaming with delight.
"Happy New Year, Harry! I hope you're ready for another exciting year of Charms!" Professor Flitwick exclaimed.
Harry also wished Professor Binns, the History of Magic professor, a Happy New Year, though the latter seemed a bit distracted.
"Happy New Year, Harry...yes, indeed," Professor Binns murmured.
Quirrell, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, smiled and wished Harry a Happy New Year.
Even Snape, the Potions master, managed a curt "Happy New Year, Potter."
Dumbledore, however, welcomed Harry with a warm smile.
"Ah, Harry, my dear boy, I wish you a most wonderful New Year. May it bring you wisdom, courage, and joy."
Harry felt a sense of belonging and happiness as he returned to his seat, surrounded by his friends and the Hogwarts staff. The new year was off to a great start.
The morning sun cast a warm glow over the Hogwarts grounds as the boys engaged in a lively snowball fight. Fred and George Weasley, Susan Bones, Hannah Abbott, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Anthony Goldstein, and the Patil twins, Padma and Parvati, joined in the fun. Laughter and shouts filled the air as they hurled snowballs at each other.
Just as Harry was about to launch a particularly large snowball, he heard his name being called.
"Harry Potter!" Professor McGonagall's voice carried across the grounds.
Harry excused himself and jogged over to the professor, whom he affectionately called "Gran Minnie" in private.
"Yes, Professor?" Harry asked.
"Remus Lupin has arrived," Professor McGonagall said with a warm smile.
Harry's face lit up with excitement.
"Thanks, Gran Minnie!" Harry exclaimed, racing towards the castle.
He burst through the entrance hall, his eyes scanning the room for a familiar figure. Then, he spotted him – Remus Lupin, or Uncle Moony, as Harry fondly called him.
Moony's face broke into a wide smile as Harry hurtled towards him.
"Harry!" Moony exclaimed, opening his arms.
The two shared a warm, enthusiastic hug.
"Happy New Year, Uncle Moony!" Harry said, beaming.
"Happy New Year, Harry!" Moony replied, ruffling Harry's hair.
Moony's expression turned apologetic.
"I'm so sorry I couldn't make it for Christmas, Harry," Moony said.
Harry waved it off.
"It's okay, Uncle Moony," Harry said. "We already discussed it in our letters. I knew you couldn't make it because of the full moon on the 24th."
Moony nodded, relief written across his face.
"I'm glad we could catch up now, though," Moony said.
Harry grinned, feeling grateful for the special bond they shared.
"Me too, Uncle Moony," Harry said. "Me too."
Next Chapter is Era of Marauders
A/n: I hope You like it. Please ignore grammatical and spelling errors. So another chapter done. Yes first year is getting a bit too much extended but now what is done is done , I will shorten second year though. This chapter covers , Harry and Ginnys discovery that they can control their dreams in the dreamland, which would be very useful in future. And then About Sirius Black , yes Sirius truth maybe out soon. I thought it would be nice if Amelia loves Sirius , what are your opinions, do you like the ship ? And with Moony Harry will ask his questions about Padfoot but will Moony answer truthfully? Next Chapter would also be a chapter of reminiscing where Moony will share tales of their time. Thanks for reading. § Hinny Forever § Please Review!!!