The Potter Lost In A Hurricane

3.Breakfast at the burrow

Harry POV

I was sitting in Ron's room at the Burrow, feeling a strange sense of comfort as I watched the Chudley Cannons race around in their personal posters.  I had been staying there since me, Ron and Hermione decided to actually graduate school after attending fo our 7th year. My eighteenth birthday was two weeks ago, and today, I think, is the anniversary of a hurricane at Private drive. Since I died back in May, I had the same dream at least once a week. But it was a memory, learned that much. And I'm positive it's real. I think I'm going to ask Mrs. Weasley about it. She and my parents were in the Order together, she would know. The one thing that bothers me is, why did nobody tell me I had a brother?
With all the things I've been through somebody would assume that maybe someone would tell me. But I've never been surer that I spent the first 5 years of Private Drive with him. I thought of checking Sirius' old room to see if I could find any letters from my parents but I couldn't go enough to even touch the doorknob.  It all felt wrong, to be searching dead family members things. I also had no idea if I wanted to go back to Grimmauld Place.
So, I decided that I would bring it up as if it were a dream in front of Mrs. Weasley. I stood up, hearing a chair scrape the floor and realized that someone was probably awake. But how would Percy's name come up naturally? It wouldn't. I was thinking of a plan when Ron woke up and I decided to go downstairs.
"Oh, good morning Harry" Hermione was standing at the bottom of the stairs, "Are you okay? You look worried."
"No, 'Mione I'm fine, just had a weird dream," I told her. She nodded, but I don't think she believed me.
"Have you seen my copy of 'Matilda'? I could have sworn I had it last night down here." She asked.
"No. Isn't that a muggle book for kids?" I said.
She blushed, "Yeah. It used to be my favorite because I thought I was magic too. I dug it up a while ago when I was moving my parents back into their flat. I figured I'd reread it."
Then Ron came down holding something and got wide-eyed when he saw his girlfriend at the foot of the stairs. He tried to hide the book but Hermione had already seen it.
"What do you got there Ron?" She asked him.
"I found your book." He smiled but he is a terrible liar so I just assumed he took it when he went to bed last night. Hermione didn't buy it either. "Fine, I took it to see what you were reading. But how can she do magic without a wand? She's only about 8 years old! It doesn't make sense!"
"It was written by a muggle, Ron." she laughed. "This is just his idea on magic, it may not be accurate but it was my favorite."
"Yeah, I knew that." Ron turned pink, a clear indication that he did not know that. We all walked into the kitchen and saw Mrs. Weasley making breakfast.
"Do you need any help, Mrs. Weasley?" Hermione asked.
"Can you dears please set the table? We have a lot of work to do today, we have guests coming tonight." Mrs. Weasley told us.
"We do?" Ron said. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"I thought it would be a nice surprise," she smiled. "Bill, Fleur and three of her cousins are coming. Then, those cousins will be going to Hogwarts." She turned around "Harry you look tired. Did you sleep well?" She was about to begin fussing over me but Ron interrupted.
"I had the strangest dream last night." Ron started, grabbing silverware "there was this bull-man in the middle of the great hall and then, I think, it was Harry that took an out a sword and blew it up into this big pile of yellow ash. Then the ash vanished when some blond girl whispered to it. I don't know what you were doing with a sword Harry. Kinda wish I could remember it."
"I had a weird dream too," I said. Here was a natural opportunity to bring up Percy so, here I go, "I was at Privet Drive with Dudley and someone else, and out of nowhere a storm blew in. Like magic, a category two hurricane. And Aunt Petunia was making dinner while uncle Vernon was at work, so they weren't there when the window blew in." I snuck a glance at Mrs. Weasley, she clearly didn't know what I was talking about so I kept going. "Then a murex shell blew in and was singing for a Potter to go touch it, it was saying it would save us. So I tried to go to it but Perseus got their first." When I said his name Mrs. Weasley looked up.
"Why was my brother in your dream?" Ron asked.
"In my dream, he was my brother," I said. Immediately, Mrs. Weasley gasped and almost dropped her pitcher of juice. She egged me on to continue, so I did. "Well Percy touched it and everything got still except us, me and Perce, that is. It was unbelievable, would've been beautiful if it weren't terrifying. Then in a matter, if seconds, Percy was in this huge swirling water column thing and I was falling to the ground while everything got black. Then I woke up."
"How do you remember all that? I remember I dreamt something but other than that I'm at a complete loss." Hermione said.
"We're talking about dreams?" Ginny yawned. It was clear she had just woken up with her hair.
"Yeah," I started "I had one where my twin brother Percy vanished in a hurricane."
"Cool," Ginny replied with finger guns aiming at the ceiling.
"I think we should all have breakfast now." Mrs. Weasley was obviously trying to change the subject. "Harry we should talk about that dream."
Everyone else looked confused but I nodded and said: "Sounds great."