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It all started with a dream, one that had promised to be a serene escape from the wizarding world's dangers. Harry was walking hand in hand with Ginny through a lush, vibrant forest, the sunlight filtering through the towering trees. The soft rustle of leaves and chirping of birds filled the air, creating a sense of tranquility.
"I love it here," Ginny said, her bright brown eyes sparkling with delight, her smile radiant.
Harry smiled back, his heart swelling with affection, his eyes locked onto hers.
"Me too," Harry replied, squeezing her hand affectionately, feeling the warmth of her touch.
The dream continued, with the couple exploring the jungle's depths, discovering hidden waterfalls and secret glades. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers – lavender, roses, and jasmine – and the gentle hum of bees.
As they wandered, the sound of rushing water grew louder, drawing them to a breathtaking waterfall. Its misty veil surrounded them, creating an intimate sanctuary, a world of their own.
Ginny's face glowed with happiness.
"I feel like we're alone in the world," Ginny whispered, her voice barely audible over the roar of the waterfall.
Harry's eyes locked onto hers, his heart beating faster.
"I like that," Harry replied, his voice low and husky.
They leaned in, their lips almost touching, the anticipation of their kiss hanging in the air.
But then, the dream shifted.
As the dream darkened, Harry and Ginny found themselves running for their lives, their feet pounding against the earth in unison. The forest, once a serene haven, transformed into a twisted labyrinth.
"What's happening?" Ginny cried, her voice trembling with fear, her eyes wide with alarm.
"I don't know!" Harry shouted back, his own voice laced with panic, his eyes scanning their surroundings frantically.
The forest blurred around them, trees becoming a green-brown haze, branches like skeletal fingers reaching out. Harry's leg suddenly snagged on a gnarled tree root, hidden beneath the underbrush.
"Ginny!" Harry screamed, his hand slipping from hers as he fell. His vision blurred, and for a moment, everything went dark.
Ginny's cry echoed through the forest, a haunting sound. "Harry!"
As Harry struggled to free himself, a figure emerged from the shadows. The man stood tall, his physique imposing, exuding an aura of menace. His facial features were twisted, resembling a wolf, with a nose elongated, curved like a snout, eyes gleaming yellow, piercing in the dim light, teeth sharp, pointed canines, skin deathly pale, with hints of grey, hair dark, matted, and wild, and a rough, unkempt beard framing his face.
He wore tattered black robes, billowing behind him like dark wings. A faint scent of decay and damp earth clung to him, filling the air with an unsettling stench.
"Who are you?" Harry demanded, trying to keep his voice steady.
The man didn't respond. Instead, he turned to Ginny, his eyes fixed on her with an unnerving intensity.
Ginny stood frozen, her eyes wide with terror, her face pale. "Run, Ginny!" Harry shouted, desperate to protect her. But it was too late.
The man began to close in, his movements fluid, like a wolf stalking prey. Harry's struggles intensified. He had to save Ginny. But his leg remained trapped.
The man's hot breath washed over Ginny. "Please," Ginny whispered, her voice barely audible. Harry's nightmare had reached its darkest moment.
The man's gaze lingered on Ginny, his eyes burning with an unholy hunger.
Harry's dream continued, spiraling into darkness. The man's movements were swift and precise, his fingers flicking with an unnatural speed. He captured Harry with ropes, binding him to the tree, the coarse fibers digging into Harry's skin.
"You'll watch," the man growled, his voice low and menacing. Harry was helpless, his wrists and ankles secured, his struggles futile.
Ginny stood alone, her eyes fixed on Harry, her face etched with fear. "No," Ginny whispered, her voice trembling.
The man neared Ginny, his eyes gleaming with malevolence. Ginny drew her wand, its wood shining, her hand steady. "You'll never hurt Harry," Ginny defied, her voice firm.
The man sneered, drawing his own wand, its black wood seeming to absorb the light. "Your magic won't save you," the man taunted, his voice dripping with malice.
Their duel began, with spells unfamiliar to Harry. "Protego! Reducto!" Ginny shouted, her magic flashing through the air. The man countered with dark incantations. "Oscuro! Malevolo!" he chanted.
Harry watched in horror as the spells clashed, the air thickening with magical energy. Ginny's defenses wavered, her breathing quickening.
The man sensed victory, his eyes gleaming. "Expelliarmus!" he shouted, his wand slicing through the air. Ginny's wand flew out of her hand, spinning through the trees.
The man pointed his wand at Ginny. "Crucio," he muttered, his voice dripping with cruelty. The spell hit Ginny like a tidal wave, her body arching in agony.
She fell, writhing in pain, her screams echoing through the forest. "Harry! Help!" Ginny cried, her voice hoarse.
Harry strained against his bonds. "GINNY!" he screamed, his voice tearing through the silence. But he was trapped, unable to move.
Ginny's body contorted, her skin seeming to burn. Her eyes pleaded for Harry's help, her face twisted in anguish.
The man watched, his face twisted. "Your love is weak," the man sneered.
Ginny's voice grew hoarse. "Harry...please..." she whispered.
Harry's nightmare had reached its darkest depth. Ginny's screams faded, her body still.
The man turned to Harry. "Your turn," he growled.
Harry's dream continued, descending into further horror. The man turned to Harry, his eyes gleaming with malevolence. Ginny lay helpless, paralyzed by the pain of the Crucio curse.
"You're next," the man growled, his voice dripping with malice. Harry's heart racing, the man raised his wand. "Crucio," the man muttered, his lips curling into a snarl.
The curse hit Harry like a tidal wave, his body arching in agony, his back bending unnaturally. Ginny's eyes widened, tears streaming down her face, her cheeks streaked with despair.
"No, Harry!" Ginny screamed silently, her voice trapped in her throat, her lips trembling. The man maintained the curse, its intensity unrelenting, feeding off Harry's pain.
Harry's screams echoed through the forest, his body convulsing, his limbs thrashing wildly. Ginny's tears fell uncontrollably, her face contorted in anguish, her eyes burning with helpless rage.
She struggled to move, to speak, but her body remained paralyzed, frozen in torment. The man's face twisted, his eyes burning with cruelty.
"Ten more minutes," the man hissed, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. The curse continued, its agony unending, ripping through Harry's mind and body.
Harry's body trembled, his mind reeling, his thoughts shattered by the relentless pain. Ginny's eyes locked onto Harry's, her expression despairing, her heart shattering.
"Harry, no!" she silently pleaded, her thoughts screaming for the torture to end. The minutes ticked by, each one an eternity, stretching out the agony.
Harry's screams grew hoarse, his body weakening, his voice cracking. Ginny's tears fell like rain, her heart breaking, her soul crushed.
The man's grip on his wand remained steady, his focus fixed on Harry's suffering. "Five more minutes," the man sneered, his eyes gleaming with triumph.
The curse showed no signs of weakening, its power coursing through Harry's veins. Harry's vision began to blur, his consciousness fading.
Ginny's face was etched with horror, her eyes wide with terror. "Harry, don't give up!" she silently begged, her thoughts racing.
But Harry's strength waned, his body exhausted. His screams faded to whispers, his voice barely audible.
The man's eyes gleamed with triumph. "Time's up," the man growled, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
The curse ended, leaving Harry limp, his body broken. Ginny's tears continued, her body still paralyzed, her heart shattered.
The man turned to Ginny. "Your turn again," he sneered, his eyes burning with malevolence.
Harry, though faintly conscious, watched in unspeakable horror as the man leaned in towards Ginny's helpless body. The man's eyes gleamed with a feral hunger, his face twisted into a snarl, his wolf-like features prominent.
"Ginny, no!" Harry screamed, his voice hoarse from his earlier cries, his throat raw and aching. The man's razor-sharp claws tore into Ginny's clothes, ripping fabric and flesh alike.
"Harry...help!" Ginny begged, her voice weak and trembling, her words barely audible over the sound of her own heartbeat.
The man's wolf-like teeth descended upon Ginny's neck, biting deep, tearing into her jugular vein. Harry's eyes widened in terror.
"No! No! NO!" Harry screamed, his mind reeling in horror, his vision blurring.
The man's feeding frenzy continued, his teeth tearing into Ginny's body, ripping into her shoulders, arms, and chest. Ginny's screams grew weaker.
"Please...stop," Ginny whispered, her voice barely audible.
The man's face was smeared with Ginny's blood, his eyes glowing with an unnatural hunger. With each bite, Ginny's life force ebbed away.
Harry's screams returned, his voice cracking with despair. "Ginny! Ginny, no!" Harry wailed.
The man stood up, his mouth dripping with Ginny's blood. "She's still alive," the man sneered. "But not for long."
Ginny lay on the ground, her flesh torn and battered, her eyes pleading for Harry's help.
"Harry..." Ginny whispered.
"Im here, Ginny! I'm here!" Harry sobbed.
The man's laughter echoed through the forest. "You'll join her soon," the man growled.
Harry's anger surged to new heights, fueling his adrenaline and tearing apart the ropes that bound him. Ignoring the searing pain that wracked his body, he stumbled forward, driven by desperation.
"I won't lose her!" Harry screamed, his voice echoing through the forest, shattering the silence.
He stumbled, his legs trembling beneath him, but he refused to fall. His eyes fixed on Ginny's battered body, her neck covered in blood, a chunk of flesh missing. Harry's heart shattered into a million pieces at the sight.
"Ginny! Ginny, no!" Harry cried, his voice cracking, his words trembling with anguish.
Ginny responded faintly, her voice barely audible, a whispered promise.
"Harry..." Ginny whispered, her eyes fluttering open.
"Ginny, don't leave me!" Harry pleaded, his tears streaming down, his face contorted in anguish.
"I...promised," Ginny whispered, her voice fading, her breath shallow.
"You can't leave me!" Harry sobbed, his body shaking with sobs. "We have to marry, have five kids, grow old together! You promised! We have a whole life to live!"
Ginny's eyes locked onto Harry's, her gaze filled with love and longing.
"I...love...you," Ginny whispered, her voice barely audible.
Her hand slipped off Harry's face, her life force ebbing away, her body relaxing into his arms.
"No! Ginny, no!" Harry screamed, his voice echoing through the forest.
But it was too late. Ginny's body went limp, her eyes frozen on Harry's, her spirit gone.
Harry sobbed uncontrollably, his body shaking, his heart shattered.
"You can't do this to me!" Harry wailed, his voice cracking.
He cradled Ginny's lifeless body, his heart heavy with grief.
"Why did you leave me?" Harry whispered, his voice barely audible.
The forest fell silent, the only sound Harry's anguished sobs.
The man, still knocked out, lay nearby, oblivious to the devastation he had caused.
Harry's grief consumed him, his world shattered by Ginny's loss.
"I'll never let you go," Harry whispered, his lips brushing against Ginny's forehead.
That man regained consciousness, his eyes snapping open to find Harry still wrapped around Ginny's lifeless body, screaming for her to return.
"Why?" Harry screamed, his voice hoarse from anguish.
The man's gaze locked onto Harry, a twisted smile spreading across his face.
"It's all because of you," the man sneered. "You're the reason for her death. If she hadn't been your girlfriend, she wouldn't have been in danger. The Dark Lord's enemy."
Harry's eyes blazed with fury, but his body betrayed him, too weak to move. He turned around, determined to kill the man.
"I'll kill you!" Harry snarled.
But the man merely laughed.
"You're no match for me, Potter," the man taunted.
The man raised his wand, ready to deliver the final blow.
"Avada Kedavra!" the man spat.
A burst of green light erupted from the wand, striking Harry in the heart.
Harry's world went dark.
He woke up with a start. It was 5 am. His body was drenched in cold sweat, his chest heaving as he panted. His scar throbbed uncontrollably, as if echoing his anguish.
"Ginny?" Harry whispered, his voice trembling.
But she wasn't there. It was just a dream. Or was it?
Harry's eyes welled up with tears as he realized it felt all too real.
"No, no, no," Harry muttered, his body shaking.
He couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt and despair.
"It can't be my fault," Harry whispered.
But the memory of the man's words haunted him.
"Get out of my head!" Harry screamed.
The darkness closed in around him, Ginny's face etched in his mind.
"Ginny, come back to me!" Harry pleaded.
But only silence answered.
Harry's tears fell uncontrollably, his heart heavy with grief.
"What have I done?" Harry whispered.
The pain in his scar intensified, a constant reminder of his failure.
"I'll never forgive myself," Harry whispered.
The darkness consumed him, Ginny's memory forever etched in his mind.
Harry screamed through the agony, his body wracked with sobs. He was crying uncontrollably in his dormitory, lost in the darkness of his own mind.
Hedwig, his loyal owl, flew in, concern etched on her face. Kluer, his cat, followed, rubbing against Harry's leg, trying to pacify him, but to no avail.
For Harry, the dream was reality. He didn't realize it was fake. He was convinced it had all happened – Ginny died, and it was all his fault.
His screams woke up his dormmates. Ron, Seamus, Neville, and Dean rubbed the sleep from their eyes, shocked by the sight before them. Harry, the stoic one, was crying uncontrollably.
"Harry, mate, what's wrong?" Ron asked, concern etched on his face.
But Harry couldn't respond. He just muttered, "It's my fault...my fault..."
Ron understood that Harry must have had a nightmare. He tried to reassure him, "Harry, it was just a dream! Ginny's fine!"
But Harry wouldn't listen. He was lost in his grief.
Neville, Dean, and Seamus tried to calm him down, but Harry pushed them away.
"No, you don't understand!" Harry sobbed. "I killed her...I killed Ginny!"
His dormmates exchanged worried glances. They had never seen Harry like this before.
"Harry, snap out of it!" Ron shouted, trying to shake Harry back to reality.
But Harry was beyond consolation. His mind was consumed by the haunting image of Ginny's lifeless body.
"Get me out of here!" Harry screamed, his eyes wild with despair.
His dormmates tried to restrain him, but Harry broke free, running out of the dormitory, into the darkness of the castle.
"Ginny!" Harry screamed, his voice echoing through the corridors.
His friends chased after him, desperate to bring him back to reality.
Harry was running wildly, screaming Ginny's name and repeating "It's my fault!" over and over.
"GINNY!" Harry yelled, his voice echoing through the corridors.
The boys' dormitory doors burst open, and Ron, Seamus, Neville, and Dean rushed out, chasing after Harry.
"HARRY, STOP!" Ron shouted.
But Harry didn't listen. He was consumed by his grief.
Hermione, woken by the commotion, emerged from the girls' dormitory, concern etched on her face.
"WHAT'S HAPPENING?" Hermione cried, but Harry ran past her without noticing.
The boys rushed past her, following Harry's frantic path.
"Hermione, help us!" Ron called out.
But Harry was beyond reason. He didn't realize the stairs were ahead, and his momentum sent him tumbling down, step by step, directly into the Gryffindor common room.
Harry's friends followed, trying to catch up to him.
"HARRY, STOP!" Neville shouted.
But Harry crashed to the floor, his body shaking with sobs.
"Ginny...forgive me," Harry whispered.
His friends surrounded him, trying to calm him down.
"Harry, mate, it was just a dream," Ron said gently.
But Harry's eyes were unfocused, lost in his nightmare.
"Hermione, help!" Seamus called out.
Hermione rushed into the common room, her face pale with worry.
"What happened?" Hermione asked.
"He had a nightmare," Ron explained.
Hermione knelt beside Harry, her hands on his shoulders.
"Harry, it's okay. Ginny's safe. It was just a dream," Hermione whispered.
But Harry's mind was still trapped in the darkness of his own guilt.
Ron swiftly ran to fetch Professor McGonagall, knowing that only she could help calm Harry down. It was 5:15 in the morning, and the rest of the castle slumbered peacefully, oblivious to the chaos unfolding in the Gryffindor common room.
"Professor McGonagall! Help!" Ron cried, pounding on her door.
McGonagall emerged, her expression stern but concerned.
"What's happened, Ronald?" McGonagall asked.
"It's Harry...he had a nightmare," Ron explained.
Just then, Professor Dumbledore appeared, his eyes twinkling with wisdom.
"Ah, Minerva, I see we have a situation," Dumbledore said.
Together, they hastened to the Gryffindor common room, where Harry lay on the floor, crying and muttering incoherently.
"Ginny...no...it's all my fault!" Harry screamed.
McGonagall and Dumbledore exchanged worried glances.
"Harry, child, what's troubling you?" McGonagall asked gently.
But Harry couldn't be reasoned with. His mind was consumed by the haunting images of his nightmare.
Dumbledore stepped forward, his voice soft and soothing.
"Harry, my boy, you are not responsible for Ginny's fate. It was just a dream."
When Harry's screams showed no signs of subsiding, Dumbledore made the difficult decision to intervene magically.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Dumbledore whispered.
Harry's body levitated off the floor, and Dumbledore guided him gently towards the infirmary.
"Let's get you sorted out, Harry," Dumbledore said softly.
Madam Pomfrey rushed to assist, concern etched on her face.
"What happened?" she asked.
"Nightmare," McGonagall replied.
Ron, Seamus, Neville, and Dean followed, their faces etched with worry.
Pomfrey had never seen such an extreme effect of a dream, especially on Harry, who months before had survived a fatal blast with barely a scratch.
"This is disastrous," Pomfrey muttered.
She administered calming draughts, sleeping draughts, and dreamless potions, but Harry's body rejected them.
"Harry, drink this," Pomfrey coaxed.
But Harry's body convulsed, vomiting up the potions.
"It's all my fault," Harry whispered.
"I want to die."
Pomfrey's eyes widened in alarm.
"We need to stabilize him," Pomfrey said.
McGonagall and Dumbledore exchanged grave glances.
"We'll need to call in a specialist," Dumbledore said.
As the night wore on, Harry's condition showed no signs of improvement. His friends watched anxiously, powerless to help their distraught friend.
"Hold on, Harry," Ron whispered.
But Harry's mind was lost in darkness, consumed by guilt and despair.
It was 5:30 in the morning at the Burrow, an unusually early hour for the Weasley family to be stirring. Ginny had just descended the stairs, exchanging sleepy smiles with her parents, Arthur and Molly.
"Mornin', sweetie," Molly said, brewing tea in the kitchen.
"Morning, Mum," Ginny replied, yawning.
But before anyone could utter another word, flames erupted in the fireplace, and Dumbledore emerged from the inferno, his majestic phoenix, Fawkes, perched on his shoulder.
"Arthur, Molly, Ginny, I need you to come with me urgently," Dumbledore said gravely. "It's Harry."
Ginny's heart skipped a beat.
"What's happened to Harry?" Arthur asked.
Dumbledore's expression remained grim.
"We must hurry," Dumbledore said.
Without another word, Ginny followed Dumbledore and Fawkes into the flames. The phoenix erupted into a blazing inferno, engulfing them all. When the flames dissipated, they found themselves outside the Hogwarts infirmary.
Ginny's heart sank as she heard screams emanating from inside.
"No...Ginny...it's all my fault!" Harry's voice echoed.
Ginny's eyes widened in alarm.
"That's Harry," Ginny whispered.
Dumbledore nodded solemnly.
"I fear Harry has had a most...disturbing nightmare," Dumbledore explained. "Though I don't know the details, it appears he believes you died because of him."
Molly's face paled.
"Oh no," Molly whispered.
Arthur's eyes filled with concern.
"How is he?" Arthur asked.
Dumbledore's expression turned grave.
"Uncontrollable, I'm afraid. He's been screaming your name, Ginny, and repeating that it's his fault," Dumbledore said.
Ginny's face set in determination.
"I need to see him," Ginny said.
Dumbledore nodded.
"Let's go," Dumbledore said.
As they entered the infirmary, the scene before them was chaotic. Madam Pomfrey was attempting to calm an uncontrollable Harry, who thrashed about on the bed, screaming in agony.
"Harry, please, drink this!" Pomfrey coaxed.
But Harry wouldn't respond. His scar pulsed with an intense, searing pain, as if the Cruciatrus Curse had been unleashed upon him.
On the other side of the room, Hermione, Ron, Neville, Dean, and Seamus watched anxiously, their faces etched with worry.
"What's happening to him?" Ron whispered.
"I don't know," Hermione replied, tears in her eyes.
Just then, Dumbledore, Ginny, Arthur, and Molly arrived. Ginny rushed to Harry's side, her eyes locked onto his tormented face.
"Harry!" Ginny called out.
Harry's wild gaze met Ginny's, and for an instant, his screams ceased. Shock replaced anguish.
"Ginny?" Harry whispered.
His eyes widened, disbelieving.
Before Ginny could reach him, Harry's body went limp, his head lolling to one side.
"Harry!" Ginny screamed.
She rushed to his side, cradling his head in her lap.
"No, no, no!" Ginny whispered.
Pomfrey rushed over.
"He's fainted," Pomfrey said.
Ginny's tears fell onto Harry's pale face.
"Thank goodness," Hermione whispered.
Ron nodded.
"He needed to calm down," Ron said.
Dumbledore's eyes watched over the scene.
"The nightmare's grip was strong," Dumbledore said.
Arthur and Molly exchanged worried glances.
"Will he be okay?" Molly asked.
Pomfrey nodded.
"We'll take care of him," Pomfrey said.
As they tended to Harry, Ginny held his hand, her eyes never leaving his face.
"Come back to me, Harry," Ginny whispered.
Harry's face remained still, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.
Madam Pomfrey let out a sigh of relief as she gazed at Harry's unconscious form, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.
"It's better that he fainted," Pomfrey said. "It will make it easier to treat him and stabilize his condition."
She began casting diagnostic spells to check for any physical injuries sustained during his fall down the stairs. The results flashed before her eyes, revealing no broken bones, no internal damage, and no visible scars.
"No physical injuries," Pomfrey announced, her brow furrowed in confusion.
Dumbledore's eyes narrowed, his expression skeptical.
"That's impossible," Dumbledore said. "He fell down the stairs. There must be some injury."
Pomfrey shook her head.
"The scans show no injuries within the past hour," Pomfrey replied. "It's as if he didn't fall at all."
Next, Pomfrey cast a spell to detect any dark magic effects. The result stunned everyone, making the room fall silent.
"Cruciatus Curse residue," Pomfrey whispered, her voice barely audible.
The adults exchanged shocked glances, their faces pale.
"How long?" Dumbledore asked, his voice low and urgent.
"At least 20 minutes, nonstop," Pomfrey replied, her eyes locked on Dumbledore's.
Hermione, Ron, Neville, Dean, and Seamus looked confused, exchanging worried glances.
"What's the Cruciatus Curse?" Ron asked, his voice laced with concern.
McGonagall's expression turned grim, her eyes somber.
"The Cruciatus Curse is an Unforgivable Curse," McGonagall explained. "It's a spell that inflicts intense, unbearable pain on its victim, without causing physical harm. The curse targets the nervous system, making the pain feel real, but leaving no visible scars. It's a torture spell, designed to break the victim's will and extract information."
Ginny's eyes widened in horror, her face pale.
"That's torture," Ginny whispered.
McGonagall nodded.
"Yes, it is. The curse is so heinous that using it on another human being can lead to a life sentence in Azkaban. The International Confederation of Wizards has condemned its use, and the Ministry of Magic has strict laws against it."
The kids looked stunned, their minds reeling with the implications.
"But how could Harry experience the curse in a dream?" Hermione asked, her brow furrowed.
Pomfrey shook her head.
"That's what we need to figure out," Pomfrey said. "Dreams can't inflict physical effects, let alone those of an Unforgivable Curse. This is unprecedented."
Dumbledore's eyes filled with concern.
"A dream shouldn't be able to inflict physical effects, let alone those of an Unforgivable Curse," Dumbledore said. "We're dealing with something extraordinary here."
Arthur's face darkened.
"This changes everything," Arthur said. "We're no longer dealing with just a nightmare. We need to find out what happened and how to prevent it from happening again."
The room fell silent, the weight of Harry's ordeal hanging heavy in the air.
"How is this possible?" Molly whispered.
McGonagall's expression remained grim.
"That's what we need to find out," McGonagall replied. "We'll need to consult with experts in both magic and psychology to understand the nature of this dream and its effects."
Pomfrey swiftly administered calming draughts to Harry, hoping to stabilize his fragile state. However, she was shocked to see that his body continued to resist the potion's effects.
"This isn't possible," Pomfrey muttered.
Ginny held Harry's hand, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Come on, Harry, please," Ginny whispered.
But Harry's body remained tense, his mind still trapped in the nightmare.
Pomfrey's eyes narrowed, her mind racing.
"There's one case...," Pomfrey trailed off.
"What is it, Madam Pomfrey?" Dumbledore asked.
Pomfrey's expression turned thoughtful.
"In rare instances, dream effects can manifest on the human body if the effects are plausible in the real world," Pomfrey explained. "It's known as 'Dream-Reality Convergence.'"
McGonagall's eyebrows rose.
"That's extremely rare, isn't it?" McGonagall asked.
Pomfrey nodded.
"One in a million, normally triggered by overwhelming emotions," Pomfrey said. "The person who dreamed becomes unable to distinguish between reality and the dream, accepting the dream as truth."
Arthur's face darkened.
"You mean Harry thinks the dream is real?" Arthur asked.
Pomfrey nodded gravely.
"Yes. His mind has blurred the lines between reality and the nightmare," Pomfrey said.
Ginny's grip on Harry's hand tightened.
"That's why the calming draughts aren't working," Hermione whispered.
Pomfrey nodded.
"We need to find a way to break the convergence," Pomfrey said. "To make Harry understand that the dream wasn't real."
Dumbledore's eyes filled with determination.
"We'll find a way," Dumbledore said. "We must help Harry distinguish reality from his nightmare."
The room fell silent, the weight of Harry's ordeal hanging heavy in the air.
"How do we start?" Molly asked.
Dumbledore's eyes locked onto Pomfrey's, his expression urgent.
"How do we make it stop?" Dumbledore asked.
Pomfrey's face twisted in concern.
"There's no way to stop it until his mind accepts that it was just a dream," Pomfrey replied. "But it could take several hours. Harry will have to endure until then."
The room fell silent, the weight of Pomfrey's words hanging heavy in the air.
But then, to everyone's horror, Harry's breathing became heavy and labored. His body began to tremble, covered in cold sweat.
"Oh no," Ginny whispered, her eyes wide with terror.
Harry's screams pierced the air, echoing off the infirmary walls.
"Ginny!" Harry screamed.
Dumbledore's eyes widened in alarm.
"He's reliving the dream," Dumbledore whispered. "The same dream, again."
McGonagall's face paled.
"This is torture," McGonagall said.
Pomfrey rushed to Harry's side, her hands shaking as she grasped his wrist.
"We have to do something," Pomfrey said.
Arthur's voice was low and urgent.
"Can't we give him something to knock him out?" Arthur asked.
Pomfrey hesitated.
"I've already tried," Pomfrey said. "His body is resisting everything."
Hermione's eyes brimmed with tears.
"This is unbearable," Hermione whispered.
Ron's face twisted in anguish.
"Harry, mate, wake up!" Ron shouted.
But Harry's screams continued, his body writhing in agony.
"Ginny...no...please!" Harry screamed.
Ginny's face crumpled, her body shaking with sobs.
"I'm here, Harry," Ginny whispered.
But Harry didn't respond, trapped in his never-ending nightmare.
Dumbledore's eyes filled with deep concern.
"We must find a way to break this cycle," Dumbledore said. "Before it destroys him completely."
Harry's body lay still, his face contorted in anguish. But it was not his own pain that fueled his screams.
"It's Ginny," Pomfrey whispered, her eyes misty. "In his dream, he's seeing her being tortured."
The room fell silent, witnessing Harry's torment.
"No...Ginny...no!" Harry screamed.
Suddenly, Harry's body winced in pain, his eyes snapping open.
"He's being tortured now," Pomfrey explained, her voice barely above a whisper. "It looks much worse."
McGonagall's face paled, her eyes locked onto Harry's writhing form.
"We can't let them watch this," McGonagall said firmly.
Dumbledore nodded in agreement.
"Send them back to their dormitory," McGonagall ordered.
But Hermione and Ron refused to budge.
"We can't leave him," Hermione said, tears streaming down her face.
Dean and Seamus, however, couldn't bear the sight. They hastily departed, their faces ashen.
Neville, though, broke down, his body shaking with uncontrollable sobs.
"No...no...no!" Neville whispered.
The adults exchanged knowing glances, understanding the reason behind Neville's anguish. Neville's parents, Alice and Frank Longbottom, had been tortured into insanity by Death Eaters.
"We need to get him out of here," Arthur whispered.
Pomfrey swiftly administered a sleeping draught to Neville.
"For his own good," Pomfrey whispered.
As Neville's sobs subsided, the adults carefully escorted him out of the infirmary.
"Stay with him," McGonagall instructed Hermione and Ron. "But try to get some rest."
Hermione nodded, her eyes never leaving Harry's tormented face.
"We'll stay," Ron said firmly.
The infirmary door closed behind the departing students, leaving only the adults to witness Harry's ongoing agony.
"This is unbearable," Molly whispered.
Dumbledore's eyes filled with deep concern.
"We must find a way to break this cycle," Dumbledore said. "Before it destroys him completely."he repeated.
Pomfrey's eyes locked onto Dumbledore's, her expression resolute.
"There is one way," Pomfrey said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Ginny's eyes snapped towards Pomfrey, desperation etched on her face.
"If there's a way, why aren't we doing it?" Ginny demanded.
Pomfrey hesitated, glancing at Dumbledore.
"It may damage Harry's mind," Pomfrey said, her voice laced with caution.
Dumbledore's eyes narrowed.
"Explain," Dumbledore said.
"If we don't intervene, Harry will continue to relive the torture curse," Pomfrey said. "Each time, his mind will deteriorate further. Eventually, he'll die."
Molly's face paled.
"What's the alternative?" Arthur asked.
Pomfrey took a deep breath.
"We'll need to use Legilimency," Pomfrey said. "To see his dream and reassurance him, with careful mind-mending, change the dream scenes to peaceful ones."
Ginny's eyes widened.
"How?" Ginny asked.
"We'll need an expert Legilimens," Pomfrey replied. "Someone who can navigate Harry's subconscious without causing harm."
Dumbledore's eyes flashed with understanding.
"Severus Snape," Dumbledore said.
McGonagall nodded swiftly.
"I'll fetch him," McGonagall said, rushing out of the infirmary.
Pomfrey nodded.
"Snape's skills are unmatched," Pomfrey said. "But we must be cautious. Legilimency is a delicate art."
Hermione's brow furrowed.
"Is it safe?" Hermione asked.
Pomfrey's expression turned grim.
"Safe or not, it's our only hope," Pomfrey said.
As they waited for Snape's arrival, Harry's screams continued to echo through the infirmary, a haunting reminder of the torture he endured.
"We must hurry," Dumbledore said. "Time is running out."
It was early in the morning, and Snape had just finished getting ready. He was about to head to the Great Hall for breakfast when McGonagall emerged at his quarters, her expression grave.
"Severus," McGonagall said, her voice urgent.
Snape's eyebrows rose.
"What's wrong, Minerva?" Snape asked.
McGonagall's face twisted in concern.
"Harry's in the infirmary," McGonagall said. "He's experiencing a nightmare unlike anything we've seen before."
Snape's expression darkened.
"Explain," Snape said, already falling into step beside McGonagall as they hastened towards the infirmary.
"It started with screams," McGonagall said. "Pomfrey detected Cruciatus Curse residue. But it's not just physical. His mind is trapped in a dream, reliving torture."
Snape's eyes narrowed.
"Legilimency?" Snape asked.
McGonagall nodded.
"Pomfrey thinks it's the only way to break the cycle," McGonagall said. "But we need an expert Legilimens."
Snape's expression turned grim.
"I'll do what's necessary," Snape said.
As they approached the infirmary, Snape's pace quickened.
"Tell me more," Snape said.
"The dream is...complex," McGonagall said. "Ginny's being tortured. Harry's mind is convinced it's real."
Snape's face twisted in distaste.
"I'll need to be careful," Snape said. "Harry's mental state is fragile."
McGonagall nodded.
"Pomfrey will brief you further," McGonagall said.
As they entered the infirmary, Snape's eyes locked onto Harry's writhing form.
"Let's begin," Snape said, his voice cold and detached.
Harry's screams filled the infirmary, his body writhing in agony. Arthur had placed a silencing charm to spare the students outside from the heart-wrenching sounds.
Snape entered the infirmary, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on Harry's tormented form.
"Ginny..." Harry muttered, his voice cracking with despair. "It's all my fault..."
Ginny held his hands, tears streaming down her face.
Pomfrey and Dumbledore approached Snape, their expressions grave.
"Severus, we need your expertise," Dumbledore said. "Harry's trapped in a nightmare, reliving the Cruciatus Curse."
"We've explained the situation," Pomfrey added. "You'll need to use Legilimency to enter his mind, locate the source of the dream, and guide him out."
Snape's eyes narrowed.
"I understand the risks," Snape said. "But I'll proceed with caution."
"We'll need to display the dream," Snape continued. "So you can guide me on how to alter the thoughts."
Dumbledore nodded.
"Agreed," Dumbledore said.
Molly stepped forward, her eyes locked on Ron and Hermione.
"You two should leave," Molly said gently. "This won't be easy to watch."
Ron's jaw set.
"We're staying," Ron said firmly.
Hermione nodded.
"We won't leave Harry," Hermione said.
Molly's expression turned concerned.
"Seeing the dream will be...disturbing," Molly warned.
Ron's eyes flashed with determination.
"We're staying," Ron repeated.
Hermione's voice was resolute.
"We need to be here for Harry," Hermione said.
Snape's gaze flicked to Ron and Hermione, his expression unreadable.
"Very well," Snape said. "But remain silent and out of the way."
With a deep breath, Snape began the Legilimency process, his eyes locking onto Harry's.
"Let's begin," Snape said.
As Snape approached Harry's bedside, his eyes scanned the boy's tortured form, his face etched with anguish. Suddenly, Snape's brow furrowed, his gaze narrowing.
"I sense a glamour charm," Snape muttered to himself, his voice barely audible.
He was taken aback, his mind racing with questions. Why would Harry, of all people, require such a powerful charm? Glamour charms were typically used to conceal physical imperfections or protect one's identity.
Snape's thoughts drifted to his own past, when he had used similar charms to conceal the bruises and scars inflicted by his tormentors. The memories still lingered, the scars still ached.
But Snape's attention refocused on Harry. Could it be? Was Harry hiding something similar?
No, he pushed the thought aside. He needed to concentrate on the task at hand.
Snape attempted to remove the glamour charm, but his magic faltered. The charm resisted his efforts, its strength remarkable.
"Fascinating," Snape whispered, his eyes widening in surprise. "This charm is not only undetectable but also incredibly resilient. Whoever crafted this charm is a master."
Dumbledore, Pomfrey, and the others watched, unaware of Snape's discovery. They saw only Harry's tortured form, not the hidden truth.
"Proceed with the Legilimency, Severus," Dumbledore encouraged, his eyes locked on Harry.
Snape's expression remained impassive, but his mind seethed with questions.
Why had Harry's glamour charm been concealed so effectively? What secrets lay hidden beneath?
Snape's eyes locked onto Harry's, his gaze piercing.
"I will uncover the truth," Snape vowed silently.
For now, he would keep his discovery to himself, observing and waiting.
"Let us begin," Snape said aloud, his voice calm and detached.
With a deep breath, Snape initiated the Legilimency process, his magic probing the depths of Harry's mind. The room fell silent, the only sound Harry's labored breathing.
As Snape delved deeper, he sensed the darkness within Harry's mind, the echoes of pain and fear.
But Snape's focus remained fixed on the glamour carm, his determination growing.
He would uncover the truth, no matter the cost.
Suddenly, Snape's expression changed, his eyes flashing with recognition. He had detected a powerful glamour charm, expertly woven to conceal a hidden truth.
The charm was so potent that even the skilled healers, Madam Pomfrey and Dumbledore, had failed to notice it. But Snape's unique past granted him an uncommon insight.
His childhood experiences, marked by pain and concealment, had honed his sensitivity to such charms. Snape's own history had equipped him to recognize the subtle signs of a masterfully crafted glamour.
As he stood there, Snape's thoughts were shrouded in silence. His eyes never left Harry's face, his mind racing with the implications.
The glamour charm's presence raised unsettling questions. What secrets lay hidden beneath? What pain had Harry endured?
Snape's expression remained impassive, but his eyes betrayed a deepening concern. He knew that uncovering the truth would require great care and caution.
With a quiet resolve, Snape steeled himself for the challenge ahead. He would unravel the mysteries hidden behind Harry's glamour charm, no matter the cost.
Snape refocused on his task, pushing aside the questions swirling in his mind. With his Legilimancy skills, he delved deeper into Harry's subconscious, seeking the root of the nightmare.
At first, all he saw was darkness.
To better understand the dream's landscape, Snape employed a revealing spell. The air above Harry's body shimmered, and a virtual screen materialized, displaying the images from Harry's mind.
The room fell silent as the others gathered around, their eyes fixed on the screen. McGonagall, Dumbledore, Pomfrey, Molly, Arthur, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron watched with rapt attention.
The screen remained dark, like an empty canvas.
" Soon, the dream will manifest," Snape said. "We must observe the entire sequence, uninterrupted, to comprehend its structure."
"We can't intervene until we understand the dream's narrative," Snape continued. "Its twists and turns will reveal the underlying fears and emotions driving Harry's torment."
Dumbledore nodded.
"Proceed, Severus," Dumbledore said.
Snape's eyes never left the screen.
"The dream will unfold before us," Snape said. "We must witness it in its entirety, no matter how disturbing."
The room held its breath, awaiting the revelation of Harry's inner turmoil.
As they watched, the darkness on the screen began to stir, like the first whispers of a gathering storm.
"It's beginning," Snape whispered.
As the dream unfolded on the screen, the room fell silent, captivated by the serene landscape. Harry and Ginny strolled hand in hand through a vibrant forest, their faces radiant with joy.
Molly's eyes softened.
"They look so happy," Molly whispered.
Arthur's face relaxed into a warm smile.
"Those two were meant to be," Arthur said.
Ginny's real-life counterpart watched, tears welling up in her eyes.
Hermione's hand found Ron's, her grip tightening.
"Look at them," Hermione whispered. "They're perfect."
McGonagall's expression softened.
"Harry's found his peace," McGonagall said.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.
"Love can conquer even the darkest of times," Dumbledore said.
On the screen, Harry and Ginny discovered a hidden waterfall amidst a lush flower garden. The air filled with the sweet scent of blooming lavender, roses, and jasmine.
As they leaned in to kiss, the room held its breath.
But suddenly, the dream shifted. The sky darkened, and the air grew thick with foreboding.
Ginny's real-life face contorted in anguish.
"No," Ginny whispered.
Molly's eyes widened.
"What's happening?" Molly asked.
Snape's eyes narrowed.
"The nightmare begins," Snape said.
Pomfrey's brow furrowed.
"This is where we must intervene," Pomfrey said.
Dumbledore's gaze locked onto Snape.
"Severus, are you prepared?" Dumbledore asked.
"I am," Snape replied. "But we must understand the full extent of the dream."
The screen froze, the darkness looming over Harry and Ginny's interrupted moment.
"Let's proceed," Snape said. "We must see the depths of Harry's fear."
As the dream darkened on the screen, the room's atmosphere shifted from serenity to tension. Harry and Ginny frantically ran hand in hand through the forest, their faces twisted in fear.
"What's happening?" Molly asked, her voice laced with concern.
"Who are they running from?" Hermione whispered.
Suddenly, Harry's foot snagged on an uprooted root, and he fell, his hand slipping from Ginny's.
"No!" Ginny's real-life counterpart screamed.
Arthur's face contorted in anguish.
"Harry, no!" Arthur exclaimed.
McGonagall's eyes narrowed.
"This is getting worse," McGonagall said.
As the man emerged from the woods, his wolf-like features unmistakable, the adults exchanged grim glances.
"Greyback," Dumbledore whispered, his voice heavy with concern.
Pomfrey's face paled.
"The Werewolf," Pomfrey said. "Fenrir Greyback."
Snape's eyes flashed with anger.
"He's a monster," Snape spat.
On the screen, Harry struggled to free himself from the roots.
"Ginny, run!" Harry shouted.
But Ginny hesitated, her eyes locked on Harry.
The sinister look in Greyback's eyes sent shivers through the room.
"Please," Ginny whispered, her voice barely audible.
Ginny's real-life counterpart covered her mouth, her eyes streaming with tears.
Molly's face crumpled.
"This is torture," Molly whispered.
Arthur's fists clenched.
"We have to get him out of this," Arthur said.
Hermione's face set in determination.
"We won't let this happen, Ron," Hermione said.
Ron's jaw tightened.
"We'll stop it," Ron said.
Snape's gaze remained fixed on the screen.
"We must proceed," Snape said. "We can't intervene until we understand the full extent of the nightmare."
The screen froze, Greyback's menacing figure looming over Ginny.
"This is unbearable," McGonagall whispered.
Dumbledore's eyes locked onto Snape.
"Severus, how much longer?" Dumbledore asked.
Snape's expression turned resolute.
"We're not done yet," Snape replied.
As the dream continued on the screen, the room's horror deepened. Greyback magically bound Harry with ropes, his eyes gleaming with malevolence.
"Ah, the boy will watch," Greyback sneered, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure.
Harry's face contorted in fear, his eyes fixed on Ginny, his screams echoing through the screen.
Molly's hands flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with terror, tears streaming down her face.
"Oh no, oh no!" Molly whispered, her voice trembling. "This can't be happening."
Arthur's face twisted in anguish, his fists clenched, his eyes blazing with impotent fury.
"Stop this!" Arthur exclaimed, his voice cracking with emotion.
McGonagall's eyes narrowed, her face pale, her jaw set in determination.
"This is torture," McGonagall whispered, her voice barely audible.
Ginny's real-life counterpart watched, her eyes streaming with tears, her body shaking with sobs.
"No, no, no!" Ginny sobbed, her voice breaking. "Harry, no!"
Hermione's eyes overflowed with tears, her face contorted in anguish.
"Ginny, no!" Hermione whispered, her voice barely audible.
Ron's face turned ashen, his eyes wide with horror.
"This can't be happening," Ron muttered, his voice shaking.
Pomfrey's eyes filled with tears, her face pale.
"We have to help her!" Pomfrey exclaimed, her voice urgent.
Dumbledore's face darkened, his eyes flashing with anger.
"This is unbearable," Dumbledore said, his voice low and grave.
Snape's jaw clenched, his eyes blazing with fury.
"Greyback's cruelty knows no bounds," Snape spat, his voice venomous.
On the screen, Ginny's duel with Greyback ended in disaster. With a final Expelliarmus, Ginny's wand flew from her grasp.
"No!" Ron shouted, his voice echoing through the room.
Greyback's wand pointed at Ginny, his voice dripping with malice.
"Crucio!" Greyback spat, the curse echoing through the screen.
Ginny's screams echoed through the screen, her body convulsing in agony, her eyes pleading for help.
Harry's cries merged with hers, his face contorted in despair.
"Ginny! No! Ginny!" Harry screamed, his voice hoarse.
Ginny's voice grew hoarse, her words barely audible.
"Harry...please..." Ginny whispered, her eyes locked on Harry.
Her body stilled, her eyes glazing over, her face pale.
The room fell silent, horrified, the only sound the soft sobbing of Molly and Ginny.
"He's killing her," Molly whispered, her voice barely audible.
Arthur's face turned ashen, his eyes wide with horror.
"We have to stop this!" Arthur exclaimed, his voice urgent.
Greyback turned to Harry, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure.
"Your turn, boy," Greyback sneered, his voice dripping with malice.
The screen froze, Harry's terrified face locked on Ginny's limp form.
"This can't be," McGonagall whispered, her voice barely audible.
Snape's eyes locked onto the screen, his jaw clenched.
"We're not done yet," Snape said, his voice low and grave.
Dumbledore's eyes locked onto Snape.
"Severus, guide him out," Dumbledore said, his voice urgent.
The room held its breath, awaiting Snape's next move, their hearts heavy with fear.
But the dream was far from over.
As the dream continued on the screen, the room's horror reached its peak. Ginny lay still, her eyes glazed over, as Greyback turned to Harry.
"You're next, boy," Greyback growled, his voice dripping with malice.
"Crucio!" Greyback spat, the curse echoing through the screen.
Ginny's voice, though weak, pleaded with Greyback.
"Stop, please stop!" Ginny begged.
Harry's screams echoed through the screen, his body convulsing in agony.
"No, no, no!" Molly sobbed, her hands covering her mouth.
"This is unbearable," Dumbledore whispered, his face pale.
Arthur's face contorted in anguish.
"Make it stop!" Arthur exclaimed.
McGonagall's eyes narrowed, her jaw clenched.
"We have to help him!" McGonagall urged.
Pomfrey's eyes filled with tears.
"This is torture!" Pomfrey exclaimed.
Snape's face twisted in rage.
"Greyback will pay for this," Snape spat.
Hermione's body shook with sobs.
"Harry, no!" Hermione whispered.
Ron's face turned ashen.
"This can't be happening," Ron muttered.
Ginny's real-life counterpart watched, her eyes streaming with tears.
"Harry, please!" Ginny sobbed.
On the screen, Greyback continued the torture, extending it to 10 more minutes, then 5 more.
"More," Greyback sneered. "You will suffer more."
Harry's screams grew weaker, his body trembling.
"Thirty minutes," McGonagall whispered. "He's been torturing him for thirty minutes."
Dumbledore's face darkened.
"This is beyond cruelty," Dumbledore said.
Snape's eyes locked onto the screen.
"We must guide him out," Snape said. "Now."
The room held its breath, awaiting Snape's next move.
But the dream was far from over.
"How much more can he endure?" Molly whispered.
Arthur's face twisted in despair.
"This is destroying him," Arthur exclaimed.
The screen continued to display Harry's torment, the room's horror and despair deepening with each passing moment.
As the dream continued on the screen, the room's horror reached unbearable heights. Greyback turned his attention back to Ginny, her body still and weak.
"Her turn again," Greyback sneered, his voice dripping with malevolence.
"No, no, no!" Molly sobbed, her hands covering her mouth.
"Oh God, this can't be," Arthur exclaimed, his face contorted in anguish.
Greyback's claws scratched Ginny's clothes, tearing them apart.
"Stop this!" McGonagall shouted, her voice echoing through the room.
Harry, still trapped in the ropes, screamed weakly.
"Ginny, no! Ginny!" Harry sobbed.
Pomfrey's eyes filled with tears.
"This is monstrous," Pomfrey whispered.
Dumbledore's face darkened.
"Greyback's depravity knows no bounds," Dumbledore said.
Snape's jaw clenched.
"He will pay for this," Snape spat.
Hermione's body shook with sobs.
"Ginny, no!" Hermione whispered.
Ron's face turned ashen.
"This can't be happening," Ron muttered.
Ginny's real-life counterpart watched, her eyes streaming with tears.
"Harry, no!" Ginny sobbed.
On the screen, Greyback's teeth sank into Ginny's neck, her body trembling.
"NO!" Harry screamed, his voice hoarse.
Ginny's voice grew weaker.
"Harry..." Ginny whispered.
"I'm here, Ginny! I'm here!" Harry sobbed, still trapped.
Greyback finally left Ginny's lifeless body, laughing maniacally.
"He's killing her," Molly whispered, her voice barely audible.
Arthur's face twisted in despair.
"We're losing her," Arthur exclaimed.
Ginny's voice faded.
"Harry..." Ginny whispered, her eyes glazing over.
"I'm here, Ginny! Don't leave me!" Harry sobbed.
The room fell silent, horrified.
"This is too much," McGonagall whispered.
Snape's eyes locked onto the screen.
"We must guide him out," Snape said. "Now."
Dumbledore's eyes locked onto Snape.
"Severus, can you reach him?" Dumbledore asked.
Snape nodded.
"I'll try," Snape said.
The room held its breath, awaiting Snape's next move.
But the dream was far from over.
As the screen continued to display the dream, Snape's eyes narrowed.
"We can't intervene yet," Snape warned. "The dream isn't over."
On the screen, Harry's anger surged, and he broke free from the ropes.
"No!" Molly sobbed, her hands covering her mouth.
"He's going to save her," Ron whispered, hope etched on his face.
Harry knocked Greyback out and crawled towards Ginny, his body weak.
"Oh, Ginny," Harry pleaded, his voice cracking. "Don't leave me. You promised me we'd marry, have five kids, grow old together."
Ginny's still body showed no response.
"Please, Ginny," Harry begged. "Don't go."
Ginny's lips barely moved.
"I love you," Ginny whispered, her voice barely audible.
Then, her body stilled.
"No!" Harry screamed, his voice shattering.
The room fell silent, horrified.
"He's lost her," McGonagall whispered.
Dumbledore's face darkened.
"This is devastating," Dumbledore said.
Pomfrey's eyes filled with tears.
"Poor Harry," Pomfrey sobbed.
Snape's jaw clenched.
"The trauma is severe," Snape said.
Hermione's body shook with sobs.
"Ginny, no!" Hermione whispered.
Arthur's face twisted in despair.
"This is unbearable," Arthur exclaimed.
Molly collapsed into Arthur's arms.
"My baby," Molly sobbed.
Ginny's real-life counterpart watched, her eyes streaming with tears.
"Harry," Ginny whispered, her voice trembling.
On the screen, Harry mourned Ginny's death, his body shaking with sobs.
"He's broken," Ron whispered.
The screen continued to display Harry's anguish.
"This isn't the end," Snape warned. "The dream is still unfolding."
The room held its breath, bracing for the next sequence.
But the dream was far from over.
As the dream continued on the screen, Harry's anguished screams echoed through the room.
"Why?" Harry wailed, his body shaking with sobs.
Molly's face contorted in agony.
"No, no, no!" Molly sobbed, her hands covering her mouth.
Arthur's eyes were wide with horror.
"This can't be," Arthur whispered.
Greyback regained consciousness, his voice dripping with malice.
"You're responsible for her death," Greyback sneered. "If she wasn't your girlfriend, she'd still be alive."
"You're the enemy of the Dark Lord," Greyback spat. "And now, you'll join her."
Harry, fueled by rage, tried to attack Greyback, but his weakened body faltered.
"No!" McGonagall shouted, her voice echoing through the room.
Dumbledore's face darkened.
"This can't happen," Dumbledore whispered.
Snape's eyes blazed with fury.
"Greyback will pay," Snape spat.
Pomfrey's eyes filled with tears.
"This is too much," Pomfrey sobbed.
Hermione's body shook with sobs.
"Harry, no!" Hermione whispered.
Ron's face turned ashen.
"This can't be the end," Ron muttered.
Ginny's real-life counterpart watched, her eyes streaming with tears.
"Harry, please!" Ginny sobbed.
Greyback raised his wand.
"Avada Kedavra!" Greyback shouted.
The killing curse struck Harry, his body crumpling to the ground.
The room erupted into chaos.
"No!" Molly screamed.
Arthur's face twisted in despair.
"He's gone," Arthur whispered.
McGonagall's eyes filled with tears.
"This can't be," McGonagall sobbed.
Dumbledore's face fell.
"The boy is gone," Dumbledore whispered.
Snape's jaw clenched.
"I failed," Snape muttered.
The screen went black, the dream ending.
The room fell silent, stunned by the horrific ending.
"This can't be real," Ron whispered.
Hermione shook her head.
"It's just a dream," Hermione sobbed.
But the damage was done. The room's inhabitants were left reeling, their hearts heavy with grief.
"How will he recover from this?" Pomfrey asked.
Dumbledore's eyes locked onto Snape.
"Severus, can you help him?" Dumbledore asked.
Snape nodded.
"I'll try," Snape said.
The room held its breath, awaiting Snape's next move.
As the screen went black, the room's inhabitants struggled to process the sheer horror they had witnessed, their faces etched with shock and compassion.
"We understand now," McGonagall whispered, her eyes filled with deep empathy. "His reactions were not just fear, but lived trauma. The poor boy has been reliving that nightmare."
"It was unbearable to watch," Molly sobbed, her face still pale, her voice trembling. "I feel like I've witnessed a piece of his soul shattering."
"I couldn't believe it was just a dream," Ron muttered, shaking his head, his eyes wide with disbelief. "It felt so real, so vivid."
Hermione nodded vigorously, tears streaming down her face.
"It felt like we were trapped in his nightmare," Hermione whispered, her voice barely audible.
Ginny rushed to Harry's side, her eyes filled with tears, her face contorted in anguish.
"Harry, no!" Ginny sobbed, holding his trembling body, trying to calm him down.
Harry's screams echoed through the hospital wing, his eyes wild with terror, his body drenched in sweat.
"Make it stop!" Harry begged, reliving the dream, his voice hoarse from screaming.
Snape's face darkened, his eyes blazing with determination.
"We must intervene," Snape said, his voice firm. "This dream is destroying him, ripping his soul apart."
Dumbledore nodded gravely.
"Agreed, Severus. We need to tamper with the dream, guide him out of this nightmare before it consumes him."
"How?" McGonagall asked, her brow furrowed with concern.
Snape's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched.
"I'll use Legilimency to enter his mind, alter the dream's course," Snape explained. "I'll create a new reality, one where Ginny lives, where Harry finds peace."
Dumbledore's eyes locked onto Snape, filled with trust.
"Severus, can you handle this?" Dumbledore asked, his voice low.
Snape nodded, his face set.
"I'll bring him back," Snape said, his voice resolute. "I'll guide him out of this hell."
Pomfrey watched anxiously, her eyes filled with worry.
"Be careful, Severus. His mind is fragile, shattered by the trauma."
Snape's jaw clenched.
"I'll be gentle," Snape said, his voice softening. "I'll navigate his mind with care."
With a deep breath, Snape focused on Harry's mind, preparing to enter the nightmare.
"I'll guide him out," Snape whispered, his eyes locked onto Harry's trembling form.
The room held its breath, awaiting Snape's success, their hearts heavy with concern for Harry's fragile state, their hopes pinned on Snape's expertise.
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A/n: I hope You like it. Please ignore grammatical and spelling errors.I thought to add spice to the story , and thought of this dream sequence. Yes it was so extreme, but this will now make Harry question, could he be with Ginny , he will have second thoughts. And in next chapter we will cover how he will cope with it. Also there is more to it , which we will see. Thanks for reading. § Hinny Forever § Please Review!!!