The Distance Between Us

Dreams

Nightmares.

About 3,175 miles between them, but they get the same nightmares.

Harry remembers a particular span of time where he dreamt consistently of a half goat man in a wedding dress, while Percy remembers a series of dreams where all he did was walk down a hall (those ones were particularly boring, but he got them quite a bit).

Mostly it annoyed them, but it also helped them figure out who they were to each other.

Twins.

What a strange thing not to know, but lo and behold, they only realized through years of sheer force of will.

It hit Harry the day he saw his mother, a woman he had come to know through stories, getting attacked by a half bull man (hybrid creatures seemed to be a consistent feature in his dreamscape). He knew when he heard her American accent that it must have been a Percy dream.

It took Percy a little longer, but one look (through a dream, of course) at Harry's photo album, where he saw his mother with a man who seemed to be in many of the pictures hanging on the walls of his apartment as well, and he knew.

Harry awoke from one such dream on a sunny summer day in 12 Grimmauld Place, his godfather's ancestral home and where he would be staying for the duration of the summer. It left him shivering and confused as it always did.

He rolled out of bed but didn't bother getting out of his pajamas, only slid his feet into slippers and headed downstairs.

The house was oddly quiet that morning. Usually, now would be about the time, that is assuming it was the time he'd thought it was, that the Weasleys, the family of his best friend Ron, were all bustling around the kitchen getting food and arguing about whatever had most recently caught their attention. It only occurred to him as he caught a glimpse of the sun through a window that it might not be the time he'd thought it was.

When he entered the kitchen, it was empty save for Sirius, his aforementioned godfather to whom the house belonged, who sipped tea from a mug that said "#slay(yourenemies)".

"Hey there, Prongslet!" Sirius said, setting his tea down and walking closer to Harry to ruffle his hair. He rested his hands on Harry's shoulders and looked him in the eye. "How'd you sleep? And don't lie to me. I'll be able to tell with my supreme godfatherly instincts." Harry just stood there for a moment. He had gotten used to Sirius' childishness by now, but it still struck him as odd when Sirius said things that Hermione, his other best friend who also happened to be insanely smart, wouldn't have said even when they were 11.

"Better than usual." He answered finally. "I think I'm getting used to this dream." At the time, he'd been having a recurring dream where he saw the same six people dying. He thought he remembered their names being Leo, Jason, Piper, Hazel, Frank, and Annabeth, but when he woke up, any details about his dreams became a little fuzzy. They died in the same way every time. It was gruesome, sure, especially since they were all people he'd seen in dreams before, but it was getting a little old having not known them.

"What's the dream about?" Sirius asked. Harry tensed. He had never told a soul about the dreams he shared with his brother, and if he was lucky, it would stay that way.

"I'd rather not talk about it." Harry said, slowly relaxing as his godfather, who was known to be a... curious person to say the least, shrugged and, lifting his tea from the counter, took another sip.  "Is it really so early that we're the first ones up?" Harry asked, trying to change the subject.

"Actually, it's 1PM. Everyone else is in the dining room waiting for you." Sirius said. "Order meeting's about to start and apparently they need you there."