𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐝 {𝐇. 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫}

69

There was a high rise apartment building in the 8th arrondissment of Paris, looking over the river Seine and the Eiffel Tower. It was 5:33 in the morning, and a naked Hermione was sleeping peacefully on Johnny's shoulder. Johnny however, wasn't having a peaceful sleep. He was suddenly having nightmares of that night a week and a half ago in the graveyard.

"You could've ended your suffering, Johnny," Voldemort hissed. "But you chose to stay loyal to Dumbledore, I do admire loyalty. A loyal friend taught me this spell a while ago, in my opinion, it's more useful than Crucio. Sectumsempra!"

Harry watched in horror as Johnny gasped, his white shirt and green tie suddenly drenched in blood.

"Don't worry, boy, your father and I won't let you die," Voldemort said. "You're to important."

"H-he's not my father!" Johnny spat the gag out of his mouth, spitting blood out of his mouth. "M-maybe biologically, but that doesn't make a father."

It was always that moment. The dream would switch sometimes. The other dream showed when Johnny was battling Voldemort with Harry's wand, and Lily and James stood at his side, but they weren't telling him how proud they was, it was just insults.

Johnny awoke with a fright that morning, the lights of the lights of the Eiffel Tower and from the street lights below illuminating the room. Groaning, Johnny wrapped a dressing gown around his naked form and made his way to the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of whiskey and a pack of cigarettes. Hermione didn't know Johnny had been smoking or drinking, she would flip if she found out. Johnny only did after his dreams got rough.

Pouring a cup of whisky as he took a puff of his cigarette, Johnny went to stand by the full sized window, looking down at the street below. Johnny watched all the important business people walk to work in their fancy suits and dresses, the occasional drunk walking past.

"Smokings bad for you, you know?" Said a quiet voice from behind him. Johnny spun around, cigarette in mouth and an empty glass of whisky in his right hand, his left hand pulling his wand out of his dressing gown. Johnny sighed and put his wand away when he saw it was only Sirius.

"You could've given me a heart attack," Johnny sighed, stubbing out his cigarette in the ashtray. "Drink?"

"Aye, go on then," Johnny poured them both a drink and yawned.

"What brings you here to gate crash my anniversary trip?" Johnny asked, gulping down the whiskey in one. "Need something stronger."

"Dumbledore's orders," Sirius told him, following Johnny in gulping down the whiskey. "He insists on you and Hermione coming to the Headquarters for the Order. The Weasley's have been there two days already, Remus and I have been there since the night everything went down, Dani came when the school year was over, and every now and then the Order gathers for a meeting to discuss what's happening with Voldemort, the kids obviously aren't aloud."

"That's strange," Johnny muttered bitterly. "Dumbledore had no problem recruiting me to the Order as a spy, even though I'm a kid!"

Sirius stayed silent, playing with the cup in his hand.

"Why isn't Harry there?" Johnny asked, washing both glasses and putting them back in the cupboard so Hermione doesn't think they've been used. With a flick of his wand, Johnny's pack of cigarettes blended into the wall out of sight.

"Dumbledore's orders," Sirius replied, repeating himself.

"Harry's going through the roughest time in his life right now!" Johnny exclaimed quietly, hearing Hermione snore in the next room. "He needs people with him, and seeing as Jakob his off the grid, you're his godfather!"