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May 2012

In the Great Hall, the Sunday of the Quidditch Finals

That morning's breakfast was going blessedly uneventfully; after the non-stop problems they'd had that year, it was nothing short of a miracle that they hadn't had any issues since Stephen's Gryffindor hair– which had taken a week to fade back to its natural dark colour–, but when he walked into the Great Hall, Quidditch kit donned, he no longer sported bright red and yellow locks.

From the Gryffindor table, Lily looked at her twin and it was clear he wasn't well. Whatever had transpired between him and Gianah a week before had undoubtedly affected him. She sighed, wishing she could solve that situation but not seeing a way out of that mess– that was a bed that her brother had made himself, so he'd have to lie on it.

"So," she heard Lynne's voice asking Gianah who sat across from her at the Gryffindor table, "Today you're going to the game, right?"

"No, of course not," replied Gianah, barely glancing at her cousin.

"But it's the Quidditch Cup finals!" exclaimed Sirius.

To what Gianah replied drily: "The only finals I am concerned about, Potter, are my classes' final tests this upcoming week."

"Oh, c'mon, Gigi!" scoffed Sirius, "Live a little!"

She took a sip of her latte and put the cup back on the table with more strength than necessary.

"I live more than enough. And I know it's hard for your troll brain to comprehend this: but I don't care about Quidditch!"

Sirius sipped his coffee, "I really can't understand that. It's the finals ! It's not even my House playing and I'm losing my mind!"

"Well, I don't care," Gianah gave him a one-shoulder shrug, "I honestly hope Slytherin loses."

They gaped at her in silent shock, everyone but Lily, "You're not wrong to think that, honestly," she said, showing she was able to understand her friend's reasoning even though she didn't know Gianah's actual reason for such hatred, "Winning will only feed Stephen's ego– even though I'm not sure how his head could possibly get any bigger."

"Fuck, you're right," groaned Lynne, "He'll be insufferable if they win."

Then Sirius and the others let out a groan of dawning realisation.

"Ugh, now I hope Ravenclaw wins," grumbled Sirius.

Later, at the Quidditch pitch

The game was nearing the end, but no matter which Seeker got the snitch, Slytherin would be the winner.

Stephen had decided to focus on having fun at that game, forcing his thoughts to remain focused inside the pitch and not on the stands surrounding it. He scored Slytherin's 220th point and flew fast towards the centre of the pitch, ready to intercept the Quaffle again and score more points. But as he maneuverered his broom around, he was surprised by the feeling he most longed to feel: her presence– Gianah was there!

He looked at the stands where his friends were, but she wasn't with them– which meant she was watching the game without them knowing.

She came to see me. He realised, his 'focus on the game' strategy completely forgotten, and let out a laugh while stopping mid-air. Where are you, Gigi? He sent her, wishing he could make her hear him like the connection he knew his parents had.

Suddenly, he heard his name being called– reminding him he was in the middle of a very important game. With renewed desire to win that game, Stephen flew as fast as his Firebolt could go and soon he had the Quaffle in his hands again, flying towards the hoops, needing to score again to show her he was good, wishing he could offer those points to her .

He finted around the Ravenclaw Keeper and threw the Quaffle, scoring again, seconds before Hooch blew the whistle, signalling the end of the match and the Slytherin students went nuts in the stands.

Stephen flew his broom towards the stands, needing to find her, needing to know why she had gone to the game– hoping she'd say it had been to watch him play. But as he approached his friends, he noticed his twin sister's horrified expression and she pointed at something behind him; Stephen didn't have time to check what it was, something hard hit him from behind and the next thing he knew he was falling towards the sandy ground of the pitch in high speed and everything went black.

Gianah nearly screamed as she watched the Bludger hit Stephen; he fell off his broom, clearly rendered unconscious by the pain and the suddenness of the blow.

" Aresto momentum !" she heard his mother shout from the staff stands; Florence lowered Stephen towards the ground in a safe speed and apparated beside him the next second.

Gianah felt like she could breathe again when Stephen's back hit the sand; she kept hidden though as she watched her godmother cast a diagnosis spell on his shoulder, upper back, neck and head.

The headmaster approached her and she nodded at him, visibly relaxing.

"I'll take him to the hospital wing for the night," she heard Florence tell her husband, "He took the Bludger to his shoulder, I'll mend that and he'll be fine tomorrow."

Headmaster Snape nodded and Florence disapparated, taking Stephen with her. Then Gianah felt like breathing again, it didn't seem to be anything serious, he was going to be fine; she took deep breaths and watched Stephen's father order everyone back to the castle.

But the Headmaster didn't move from the middle of the pitch, he grabbed the Bludger and cast a spell on it, frowining at whatever result he had acquired by that. Gianah found his actions odd; he looked around the pitch, clearly trying to understand who could've thrown that Bludger at his son.

Before Gianah could approach him to ask what he suspected had happened, Lily and the others gathered around him and Gianah heard him tell them what Florence had said: Stephen would spend the night in the infirmary just out of precaution.

So she turned and started walking to the castle, hoping the crowd of students would help her not to be seen by her friends, she didn't want to have to explain why she'd gone to the pitch after saying she couldn't care less about Quidditch.

Hospital Wing

Florence finished setting her son comfortably on the bed when her husband and youngest daughter walked in.

"How's he, mum?" asked Lily, concern in her voice as her purple tearful eyes looked at her sleeping brother.

"He'll be fine, love," Florence reassured her, kissing her head, "He's got a broken clavicle, but that'll be mended by morning."

"Michael Bulstrode has been expelled," Severus let her know.

"Good," Florence said with a nod, "And have you sent Draco a word to keep an eye on the Bulstrodes?"

"Yes," said Severus, "He said he has already heard certain talks ..."

Florence frowned, Not just the pureblood usual shite?

Severus shook his head, More like real discussions of how they could steer the Ministry back towards a more selective society.

Florence let out an angry sigh, "Bulstrode is just one dumb man, he can't be a mastermind behind a resurgence. He can't even control his own son!"

Severus nodded slowly, "Robert Bulstrode may be dumb, but if inspired to act he could actually do some damage to the goals we've achieved after the war."

Florence glanced from the unconscious teen on the bed to her daughter, fear mixing with anger in her eyes.

"Mum," Lily said, standing on the opposite side of her brother's bed, watching her parents' conversation with concern, "What are you and dad talking about?"

Florence exchanged a look with her husband, silently conveying her apprehension for the twins' safety and future.

Severus approached her, picking up her left hand and bringing it to his lips, kissing her wedding ring as he usually did in a sign of reassurance, No one's harming our family, love.

Only someone already did, Severus. She replied, looking at Stephen.

"Why did Bulstrode hurt Stephen?" asked Lily, finding her parents' behaviour and broken conversation unsettling.

"Probably envy," replied Florence after another silent exchange with her husband.

But Lily didn't buy that answer, "Really, mum?" she scoffed, adding an arched eyebrow to let her mother know she did not believe that.

"Well, on another note," said Severus, changing the subject, "There are a few visitors for Stephen at the door."

Florence narrowed her eyes at him, "What kind of visitors, husband?"

"Girls," replied Lily, also narrowing her eyes at her father, "Fame-diggers, all of them."

Severus raised an eyebrow at his daughter's anger, "Your brother doesn't seem upset with their attention, Lily, you shouldn't either."

She rolled her eyes, "He's an idiot who's been thinking with nothing but his dick, dad."

"Bloody hell," groaned Severus, hating hearing his daughter speak like that, "Florence, do something."

His wife laughed, "She's fourteen , Severus, it's not as if you've never heard this before."

"Sophie's never had such a potty mouth," he replied.

"No," scoffed Lily, "She just goes around hexing her classmates and acting as if the castle is part of her kingdom."

Florence bit her bottom lip to stifle a laugh, "That's definitely your fault, Sev."

"She's in her right," he defended his leniency towards his daughter's actions within the school, "She's a descendant of one of the founders."

Florence laughed at the same time Lily gasped in outrage: "So are Stephen and I and yet you threaten to expel us twice a year!"

"And yet I never do it," retorted Severus, "Do I send the concerned visitors in?" he asked, purposely annoying them.

"NO!" both mother and daughter replied.

He chuckled before leaving the infirmary without another word, closing the door behind him.

Lily scoffed and looked at her mother, "How you haven't killed him in his sleep is a real mystery, mum."

Florence chuckled, smiling at her daughter, "I love him; and we all have flaws, dear."

"Yeah, yeah," the teenager rolled her eyes, before approaching her twin brother, "He'll be out of here tomorrow then?"

"He will, Lily," Florence nodded, smiling sweetly at the sight of her daughter worried about her twin.

"Good. He's a pain most days but..." she gave a one-shoulder shrug, "He's my brother, I love him."

"I know, love. See, you get it; they're both idiots, but we love them," she winked at her daughter.

"Yeah. Feelings are so dumb," she rolled her eyes, looking at her mother with curiosity next, "Has Sophie always been as perfect as dad paints her to be?"

"Yep," Florence confirmed, "She's always been a proper princess; however..." she lowered her voice, "Keep an eye on her, I'm sure things are about to change and your dad might feel like expelling his little princess for once."

Lily seemed intrigued.

"Now," continued Florence, "I know for a fact that a post-game party is happening at the Slytherin common room. So, gather your boyfriends and go! Someone must tell Stephen tomorrow about the huge party he missed."

And the teen happily nodded before leaving the infirmary.

Later that night

Stephen woke up and enjoyed a delicious dinner, brought to the infirmary by his mother and one of the family's elves Melody, who made of one of his favourite food: four-cheese risotto and a slice of lemon-tart for dessert.

With his belly full and the pain potion kicking in, Stephen breathed a sigh and let sleep claim him.

He easily slipped into a relaxing dream, where he found himself walking along the shore of a sandy beach. He could feel the warmth of the fluffy sand beneath his feet and the salty breeze on his lips. It was almost perfect.

If only she was in this dream...

And, as if he had conjured her up, he saw her there!

Finally!

He could see her in the distance, walking by the water; Gianah seemed oddly sad, her eyes on the blue waters that lapped at her feet from time to time. She hadn't noticed him yet.

Stephen walked towards her, nearly running in his eagerness to wrap his arms around her and kiss her like in the other dream.

Gianah saw him then and froze, her shock short-lived as she was soon smiling and walking towards him just as fast as he.

They met in the middle, and she wrapped her arms around his neck at the same time he held her tightly against his chest by hugging her midsection.

"I missed you so much," he confessed with his face buried in her hair.

She suddenly let go of him and gasped: "You were hurt!" her hands moved to his shoulder, as she magically vanished his shirt, finding unblemished skin, "But... I saw it..."

He found it curious how reality seeped into his dreams with her; he had sensed her presence at the pitch, therefore in his dream she knew he had been hurt.

"This is dreamland, love," he shrugged, smiling, "I can just wish my wound to be healed."

She relaxed against him, "I was so scared... watching you fall will be forever etched in my mind and certainly feature in my nightmares."

He felt warmth spread on his chest, "You were worried," he smiled, wishing he had her concern in real life.

"Of course I did!" she said, shoving his uninjured shoulder but not hard enough to make him unwrap his arms from around her waist.

"Why didn't you go visit me?"

"I'm here, aren't I?"

"I mean in real life. Even if you'd gone here to yell at me, it would have been better than not having you go there at all."

"First of all, your parents didn't let anyone but your sister enter the infirmary. And even if they hadn't done that, I wasn't going to wait in line for a chance to see you."

"Wait in line?" he frowned.

"There was a crowd in the corridor for most of the evening, your mother had to charm the corridor to sting anyone standing in it for longer than 5 seconds."

Stephen chuckled.

"We're not on the best of terms in real life, Stephen..." she sighed, "I've come to terms with the fact that I'll only ever have you here in my dreams."

He tilted his head, that was his dream, not hers . But still, her words made sense in his mind.

"Yeah..." he nodded, "I wish I could change that... I've tried, but you didn't trust my intentions and I ended up only making things worse."

"Don't lie in here, Stephen," she shook her head, "You weren't trying to make things better."

"I'm not lying, Gigi," he said softly, pulling her chin up and kissing her lips.

"Stop. You don't have the same feelings in real life."

"But I do."

"Right," she scoffed, "What about Robertson?" the jealousy was clear in her tone.

"Yeah, about that," he grimaced, struggling to explain: "That's not, she's not..." he let out a sigh, "You don't want me in real life, Gigi. So I..." he lowered his voice, "Do you want to know a secret?"

She nodded.

"When she touches me, I focus on her hair and imagine she is you."

Gianah sucked in a breath, looking at him with a mix of surprise and disgust, her nose slightly wrinkling, "That's somehow both sweet and chauvinistic at the same time."

He chuckled with a small grimace, "I know. Not proud of it, but... since I kissed you in real life, you've been ignoring me more than ever."

Gianah laughed harshly, "If this weren't a dream, you'd find yourself being slapped right now, Stephen."

"I don't know what to do to get your attention out there, Gigi."

"Well, let me tell you that dating Robertson is definitely not the way to get my attention . My hatred , certainly," she touched his hair, looking sad, "You're a player, Stephen, and I'm too young to be suffering from unrequited love."

He frowned at her, not liking the defeat he could hear in her voice.

"I deserve better than someone who kisses other girls while thinking of me," she spoke softly, as if more to herself than to him.

There was nothing he could say to that, his subconscious had clearly added that to his dream because he agreed with her– she did deserve better.

So he hid his face on her neck and they simply enjoyed the moment together, watching the water moving in the shore of that beautiful empty beach.

"When I saw you fall..." she said softly, "I wanted to run towards you, but I couldn't... I stayed around until I heard your mother say that you were going to be okay."

"I knew you were there, watching the game. Why do you think I played so well?" he winked at her, kissing her lips sweetly, "When I fell, I was looking for you. I knew you were around, but I couldn't see you."

"What?" she looked suddenly horrified, "So it was my fault."

"No, love, it was Bulstrode's fault. My dad has already expelled him."

"Of course he has! After all the shite he pulled with Sophie and now this– it's the least he deserves!"

He smiled at her anger, wishing he had her defence outside of his dreams as well.

Hogwarts Hospital wing

The next morning, Florence arrived at the infirmary and went straight to her son's side, he was still asleep and beside him sat Melody– the elf had asked to stay the night by his bed looking after him.

"Good morning, Mel. How's he?"

"Little Master slept well all night, Mistress Flor, but..."

Florence frowned, "What happened?"

"Master mumbled most of the night. A name."

"Whose name, Mel?" she asked, even though she had a pretty good idea whose it was.

"Little Miss Gianah Weasley, Mistress."

Florence slowly nodded, "Did you get what he was saying?"

"Yes, Little Master likes her. A lot."

"Alright," she sighed, not surprised by that information, "Well, you can go home, Mel. Rest– that's an order."

The elf bowed and disapparated.

Florence looked at her son; asleep he looked exactly like James, holding onto his bedcovers as if they'd disappear if he ever let go. Knowing about the dreams worried her; were they just dreams? One-sided dreams? Or were her son and Gianah sharing dreams unknowingly?

It had happened between her and Severus when they were teens, after she'd broken up with him, so nothing stopped these dreams from being the same.

She walked to the storage to pick up some more pain potion for him and once she was back, he was already awake, sitting up on the bed.

"Good morning, love," Florence kissed his forehead, "Sleep well?"

"Hi, mum," he smiled groggily at her, "Very much so."

"Let's see how this is healing," she said, starting to remove the bandage off his shoulder.

"It doesn't hurt as much," he said.

"Yes, it's looking good," she declared, deciding then and there was as good a time as any to ask him about the dreams: "Stephen," her tone serious, "have you been dreaming about Gianah?"

Stephen blinked at his mother, clearly surprised she knew about his dreams, and Florence could see in his green eyes the moment he'd started to occlude: "What?" he replied, "No! I already have to see her in the castle every day, mum, I'm not dreaming about her," his tone making it sound absurd that she'd even think that he was dreaming of Gianah.

"Right," Florence said, obviously not believing his words, "Good to know," she decided not to push if he wasn't ready to talk, "Now, about your shoulder: it's almost fully healed; I'm keeping you here until after lunch and you must promise me you won't overexert it for the next two days. Otherwise, I'll keep you here with Tiffany standing guard beside your bed."

"No, not Tiff," they all knew how overprotective that elf was, "I'll behave, mum. Promise."

Florence nodded, wishing she could solve everything by simply sic'ing her house-elf at the problems.