Harry Potter and the Blood of Merlin.

Chapter 13 - A wolfs tale.

Harry hardly slept that night, and when he did his mind was full of his mother picking flowers in a burning field. He lay most of the night listening to Ron's rhythmic snores and he must of finally fell asleep around dawn out of total exhaustion.

When he did wake, the sun was shining brightly into the small room and Harry realised he must have slept in and wondered why no one had woken him. He left the room and began to make his way downstairs alone, Ron must have woken before him and left him to sleep he mused. As he came to the landing he bumped into Ginny, she wore a pink gown tied around he waist and she grinned sheepishly at him.
'Morning, she said as they began to walk down the stairs together, he just smiled at her, a little tired and so what shy himself.
Their arms brushed against each other a number of times sending little tingles up his arm and he could smell a sweet flowery perfume from her hair as it swung across her back. By the time they reached the bottom they were both smiling.

She looked him in the eye and much to Harry's surprise she kissed him on the lips, with such ferocity yet the lightest touch. He stood in shock eyes open and she opened hers looking back into his. Then with an air of nonchalant she turned and walked into the kitchen past a shocked Hermione who had opened the kitchen door at the sound of footsteps.

As she passed Hermione she giggled a little then vanished into the kitchen.
'Wondered where she had gone' Hermione now smiling told him.
'What do you mean, she came out of her room the same time I did,' he told her
'Boys' Hermione said shaking her head, 'after Ron's mum told us about the fire last night she's been up and downstairs at least 5 times before you woke up'
'Oh' he said realising that Ginny must have been waiting for him to get up. What did that mean?
Why was she waiting for him?
Did she plan the kiss?
His mind racing even faster with more questions to add to his growing list.
'Harry, are you ok, you've glazed over' and he looked to see Hermione waving a hand in front of his face.
He took her by the shoulder into the little mud room by the front door, 'need to tell you something before we go into the kitchen'

'It was just a dream Harry' Hermione tried to reassure him as they learnt against the pile of coats.
'But I've had dreams like this before and it seemed so real, and with the fire in my dream and in there,' he nodded towards the kitchen 'it just seems too much of a coincidence. He had recounted his dream to Hermione and had already known her reaction. She always scoffed in the face of predictions and prophecies, but he hadn't wanted to tell her all the same, he had kept out his conversation with Mrs Weasley and his aunt and mother, she didn't need to know that yet. He himself was still processing it.

'Well I can look up the name for you, Mora was it? but Its a pretty common wizard name Harry, I've seen it many times whilst I've been reading, Mora McSlàch a famous magical Healer, Mora Opul-Chartam was a deputy Minister for Magic in the 1800's and that off the top of my head Harry, that's even if Mora is her name and not a nickname, Moira, Mary.' Harry stopped her,
'I think she was French, I'd even guess it was ages ago from the look of the room'
'French is a help but Harry, ages ago could mean anything' she despaired.
'What's ages ago' Ron interrupted 'what are you two doing in here.' He eyed them both.
'Harry was just telling me about the fire' and Hermione barged past Ron back into the kitchen in seemingly a bad mood.
'What where you two up to' asked Ron suspiciously.
Harry just shook his head and followed Hermione into the kitchen, his stomach rumbling at the smell of bacon.

After he had eaten and dressed Harry and Ron took a walk around the Burrow, they were supposed to be on the lookout for gnomes but Harry was updating Ron on what he had already told Hermione, she had opted to stay indoor and began researching the woman from Harry's dream.
'Spooky mate' was all Ron said after Harry had finished. 'Good job mum and dad came back when they did otherwise you'd be toast'
Harry hadn't thought much about that and realised he hadn't thanked Mr or Mrs Weasley for last night and made a mental note to do so next time he saw them.
They circled the burrow a few times only once finding a gnome which Ron, rather superbly launched over the boundary wall and well into the field next door.
'Good shot brother' Fred quipped
'Surprising really' followed George, 'might make a decent quidditch player out of you yet' he said ruffling Ron's hair.
Ron's ears turned red and Harry could see him trying to come up with a witty come back.
'Where are you two off to?' asked Harry
'Some of us have jobs' Winked Fred
'See you later, that's if you don't burn down the house' grinned George and they span on the spot just outside of the gate.
'I'd be a better player than you two anyway' shouted out Ron much too late.
Harry shook his head and laughed, Ron grumbled.