Daisy Potter and You-Know-Poo's Return (Book 4, Harry Potter ff)

Chapter 2 - Home Is Where The Clan Is

I put a ton of fluff between Draisy in, be grateful, peasants

"What the absolute fuck?!" I hissed, leaping out of bed and nearly falling over when a wave of dizziness and pain hit me, dizziness from my morning problem and pain from my scar.

I had just had this dream. A dream where some baby thing which was Voldemort, Wormtail, and some old guy were in this abandoned house and they'd totally killed the old guy. They were talking about some plan or other ... something to do with my brother and I...

But it wasn't just any old house. It was the mansion in Little Hangleton that Terry and I sometimes visited when we went to the ghost town near his house. The ghost town was near Little Hangleton, and the mansion was on the outskirts of them both, it was kinda in the middle.

Dude. Terry and I snogged there once.

"Daisy, did - did you -?" Harry gasped, sitting up, his hand to his scar.

"-Have a really weird and somehow painful dream - defying the laws of physics - about Voldy and dear old Peter murdering this old guy?" I finished.

Harry nodded, looking dazed. "Yeah. Exactly."

Another wave of pain rippled through my head, and I gritted my teeth. If that dream had been real, then Terry and I had been walking near to Voldemort a few weeks ago. We could have died if we'd decided to explore that mansion again.

"I'm going to FaceTime Draco and tell him." I said.

"And I'll write to Sirius and tell him." Harry grinned shakily.

"Sign it from both of us!" I hissed as my scar stung intensely again, and fell back onto Harry's bottom bunk as he collapsed into our desk chair and grabbed a quill and parchment.

I took out the charger from my phone and called my boyfriend on FaceTime. He picked up almost immediately, smiling this huge smile that made my heart flutter, and said, "Daisy-Flower! What's up?"

"Well, I just had this -" Another wave of pain hits me, and I shut my eyes for a moment.

"Daisy? You alright?" I looked back at my phone, my eyes stinging.

"Nah, I just had this crazy dream -" I described the dream to him, his eyes fixed on mine the entire time.

"Daisy..." His finger touched the screen. "Your scar ... it's bleeding a bit."

I grabbed a mirror from the desk. Draco's right... there's a small stream of blood trickling down my forehead.

"I'll be alright." I grinned sleepily at the screen.

"Nope, I'm coming up there." The video shook and my boyfriend slid out of his bed.

"Shit, did I wake you up?" I said anxiously.

"Yeah, but you're the best possible way to wake up."

I felt suddenly light-headed. Oh my Godric oh my Godric oh my Godric. I think I'm in love.

But doesn't it usually take longer than a month and a half to fall in love?

But you've known him for three years. Maybe you've been falling for him all this time, slowly, without realising it.

Yeah, that's it. Thinking back on all of the things I've done these three years with him, the way I felt when I was around him, the way that I seriously cared about him, but in a different way than Harry and Terry. For Godric's sake, even everyone else knew us guys were in love. Even when we didn't know it yet.