Margo woke up hours later, cuddling a pillow in Harry's room.
She was in the far right of his bed, with Ginny and Harry curled in a ball together on the other side of the bed.
"Ginny? Harry?" It was hours later, and the sun was filtering through the thin blue curtains in Harry's room.
Ginny opened her eyes. "Margo, you okay? Harry told me what happened." She pushed Harry's arm off of her, and sat up.
"When did he tell you?" Margo blinked hard, trying to clear the cobwebs of sleep.
"At around three in the morning, when I woke up. You were still asleep. Sleeping like a baby, actually. Even drooling." Ginny smiled lightly.
"Thanks for that. Make me self conscious, why don't you?" She pulled the pillow into her lap, and rested her chin in it.
"What was your dream about, Margo? Was it, was it the same place? With the Angel?" Margo closed her eyes and nodded. Ginny pursed her lips, almost like she swallowed a lemon.
There was a long moment of silence, that stretched out forever like the spool of string Theseus used to navigate the Labyrinth.
Margo reached to the table by Harry's bed, and grabbed the glass of water that she had only taken a few sips of around two in the morning.
She drank. "So," she set the glass back down, and turned back to Ginny, "how'd you sleep?"
"Good, once I got to sleep after I woke up screaming."
That floored Margo, and her train of thought crashed into the walls in her mind. "What?"
"It was nothing."
"If it was nothing you wouldn't have mentioned it." Ginny scrunched up her face in defeat and mumbled about how Margo should shove a stick up her ass.
"So what happened. Were you back in our little Heavenly Hell, or was it one of those regular 'screw you' dreams from the Gods?"
"One of those regular 'screw you dreams from the Gods,' as you put it."
"What happened?" Margo hugged her pillow tighter.
"It was, a lot of random. A burning city, Angels falling, wars. Just a lot of death and dying and awful things." She rubbed her eyes, like she was trying to push away the memory of the dream.
"Anything else in particular. Anything helpful?"
"Umm." She ran her hands through her hair. "I saw Harry and I at Hogwarts. But, that could've been a future in this timeline or another future in a completely different one."
"What? I mean, I know I'm supposed to know this because I'm supposed to protect you guys and blah blah blah, but, that made absolutely no sense."
"I think that no matter how valued the Bond is by the people in the ranks of their Heaven that put it in place, that whoever let's us see these dreams, they want to screw with us. I've seen dozens of other time lines, that never came true, that could've been in a whole other time line, or it could've been a butterfly effect sort of thing."
"The butterfly effect? That's where even the smallest choices can drastically change things, isn't it?" Ginny nodded, with her eyes closed and her fingers pressed to her temples.
"What was your dream then, Margo?" Margo shook her head. "Harry needs to hear it."
"Okay." Ginny opened her eyes, and shook Harry. He didn't wake up, only swatted at her and told her to go away.
Ginny muttered something, about how he brought this upon himself.
He launched up. "Ginny what the hell!" Ginny started laughing, hard.
"What did you do?!"
"She screamed 'Cornish Pixies' in my mind. Ginny what the hell!?"
"You wouldn't get up. I figured this was the next best bet." Ginny covered up more laughter.
"Normal people dump water on people's heads. I would've been just fine with that." He pushed the blankets off of himself, and left his room.
"Cornish pixies? I bet you happen to remember that hilarious aspect of Harry and mine second year?"
"That's exactly why I chose to say that."
"You love him so much. I mean, you can really truly tell."
"Yeah. I do." She paused. "But, anyway, we should probably get around and get dressed, after you tell us your dream, if you want."
Harry returned to the room, just as Margo nodded.
"You ready to tell us Margo." He sat back down on the bed, and wrapped an arm around Ginny's shoulders.
"Yeah, um, first of all, it was in Hell. Not actual hell, like with fire and whatever, it was the same place with Ginny's things with Jasmine."
"Charlie Samsworth, the original ass himself, was there, he just generally talked a bit about random things, and then he threw a knife at me, it hit me, killed me, gave me this." She pulled up her t-shirt, and showed them the mark.
"That's not a birthmark, by the way." She rolled her shirt back down. "It's nothing big, just another scar."
"Wait, now, I know a lot about scars." Harry pushed his hair up, showing the jagged lightning bolt imbedded on his forehead. "And I know, that no one talks about scars like that unless there's a real big thing they aren't telling anyone."
"There's nothing."
I might as well be bumped up to professional liar. Margo thought. At the rate I'm going.
"Are you sure?"
No, I'm not.
"Yes, I'm sure." She couldn't tell them anything. It'd ruin it all.
"Margo, you would tell us if something was up, right?" Ginny furrowed her eyebrows.
No, I wouldn't. If I did you'd run out screaming.
"Yes, I would. You guys are my best friends. Now, I have to use the bathroom." She got up, and closed Harry's door behind her.
She let out a breath she didn't realized she had been holding.
No way out now.
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