"I've had the worst dream." Harry Potter was sitting at a large table in his new house, and Ginny was buzzing around him, fixing coffee, cleaning counter tops, and just hurrying about in general, her bathrobe still billowing out from behind her as she moved back and forth.
"Do tell," She said, snatching his dish away from in front of him, and sweeping the crumbs off the table. She paused a moment and then said, "You mean... One of your dreams about...," she lowered her voice, "About... him?"
"Yes, Ginny."
She plopped herself down in the chair next to him, not taking her eyes off of him, still clutching a dish and a towel. Ginny swallowed and motioned for him to continue.
"He was after me again, and he kept saying that although he could not return, his legacy could be carried out, that I would die..." He looked at her rather desperately and said, "When will this end, Ginny?"
"I don't know, Harry. This is still a dangerous world. His followers still roam the streets, there is still a dark cloud around everything." She put a gentle hand on his shoulder. "But don't worry, because after all, sometimes dreams are just dreams, and soon Ron and Hermione will be here, and they'll help determine whether it means something." She continued to bustle around, making everything perfect for her brother and soon to be sister in-law, but Harry still lost in thought, sat, still at the table.
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Our Time or Yours? (A Bellatrix Lestrange Fanfiction)
FanfictionThe golden trio suspects that Bellatrix Lestrange may have had horcruxes of her own, and that she may still be out there. To find out more, the three travel back in time using a time turner they find at the Malfoy Manor, and become students again at...
