To Sleep, Perchance to Dream (Ginny)

[Harry James Potter]

Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock. The sound of a resonating clock ticked throughout the large empty room. Darkness surrounded the vast sea of empty pews that stretched all the way to the front of what seemed to be an immense cathedral. The ceilings rose deep into the darkness, making it almost impossible to see how far they extended. It seemed that the whole building was made of stone, from the walls to the floor, much like the castle of Hogwarts. However unlike the busy halls of the castle, the only movement in the room came from the flicker of shadows across the walls which seemed to be coming from the few candles that lit the entire building. It was eerie to say the least.

The room seemed to be almost completely empty, except for a boy setting in the farthest pew. His jet black hair made it nearly impossible to spot him amongst the dark shadows in the back of the room. Sitting with his elbows propped on his knees, Harry Potter stared blankly towards the front pews. Something inside him didn’t feel right, like he was imposing on something personal. But, how could he be? There was no one there to be imposing on.

Sitting back against the pew, he looked around the dark room once again, but still he found nothing. Then, suddenly, something near the front of the room caught his eye. Atop the altar steps stood what seemed to be a casket made of beautiful oak. A funeral? the boy thought to himself, furrowing his eyebrows. He didn’t know of any recent deaths that he might be attending. And why wasn’t anyone else there? Leaning forward, he placed his arms over the back of the pew in front of him, and squinted to get a better look at the front of the church. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, but still the odd feeling of anxiety remained.

Sliding out of the end of the empty pew, Harry remained standing in the middle of the aisle contemplating on his next move. Obviously it was not his place to be here, but the coffin seemed to be calling to him; begging him to step forward. Resisting, the boy turned his back to the front of the church and placed his hand on the door handle that led to the streets outside. However, before he was able to turn the brass knob, the candles around the room flickered violently before shutting out completely as a strong blast of wind whipped around the room.

Holding his breath, Harry turned to peer into the complete darkness that had now engulfed the entire cathedral. The door behind him was now lost in the shadows and fear was quick to grip his insides as he searched for a way out. A flicker appeared around the front of the altar as a row of candles came to life. Standing stalk still, the boy could feel an overwhelming urge to lift the casket lid and peer inside. The room seemed to grow cold around him, and his breath materialized into puffs of white before his eyes.

Slowly, he shuffled his feet down the red carpeted aisle, feeling his anxiety grow as he passed each row of long disserted pews. Taking each step up to the altar as cautiously as possible, Harry stopped in front of the gleaming wood. Upon closer inspection, he could see that this was indeed a high quality casket, one that would be owned by someone rich enough to buy the finer things in life. Running his hand along the smooth edges of the lid its coldness reflected the temperature of the room, and he watched as the reflection of the flames above danced across the glossy surface. It seemed as if the coffin itself was a blaze, as the fires of the candles burned brighter.

Swallowing back his fear, Harry looped his fingers under the coffin’s lid and slowly pushed it open. What he found inside confused him at first, causing him to stare down in wonder. A pile of ash was all that lie within the padded bed, raked into a nice neat pile. However, something seemed to be shifting between the black layers, causing them to shake back and forth. Leaning in for a better look, the boy saw a slight smoke rising out of the pile, gaining more mass as the ash swirled within it. That's when Harry realized where he had seen such things before.

Suppressing a scream, Harry stumbled backwards off of the frozen altar, landing flat on his back and bouncing his head off the hard ice covered cobblestone floor. Closing his eyes in pain, he heard an echoing bang as if coming from far off. Blinking the fuzziness from his vision, Harry tried to stumble to his feet, but quickly slipped back to his knees. The room tilted violently as he tried desperately to right his vision. He could see that the coffin had returned to its original closed state, and thought perhaps that he had merely imagined the black mass rising from the ashes.

With another gush of cold, piercing wind, the candles around the altar flickered and died, casting him back into the pitch black solitude. A noise to his left caused him to swing his head abruptly in that direction, bringing on another dizzy spell that left his head reeling. That's when a hand grabbed the back of his hair and pulled his head roughly backwards, so that he was facing the ceiling. Letting out a small cry, the boy tried desperately to move his arms, but found them uselessly locked as his side. An all too familiar voice sounded behind him, and he could feel the hot breath on his ear as it spoke. "You thought you could defeat me so easily? it whispered with a small laugh. Harry struggled against the figure's grasp, but the grip on his hair only tightened. A point of wand ran across his throat, sending chills down the boy's spine as the maniacal laughter sounded once more.

“Believe me boy, there will be no magical escapes this time,” The sentence ended with a snarl as the hand shoved Harry forward towards the steps. Spinning onto his back, the boys stared up into the red gleaming eyes that he thought he would never have to see again. Diving for his wand, Harry pulled it from his boot only to have it whisked across the room; clattering to a stop near an angelic statue. All of his hopes seemed to dwindle.

There was that laughter again, reverberating off every wall making it seem like there were thousands of people laughing in chorus at his despair. As Voldemort circled closer, Harry felt his heart beat quicken like the pace of a drum as he tried to scramble backwards. However, he froze when the point of Voldemort’s wand turned on him. “This will be no quick death. I want to hear you beg for mercy,” he hissed raising his wand high above his head. “Cruc-“ Shutting his eyes tight, Harry waited for the pain to come.

Awaking with a start, Harry sat straight up in bed looking around the fuzzy room. For a minute he thought he was still inside the church and that Voldemort was hiding somewhere beyond his impaired vision. However, reaching a hand to his face he noticed that his glasses were missing and was quick to seize for them on the bed side table. Sometimes he forgot just how blind he really was.

Slowing his breathing, he was able to see clearly now and realized he was still in bed in his room at the 12 Grimmauld Place. Casting a glance out the foggy window, he was unable to tell what time it was due to the black clouds that were now producing heavy bouts of rain and lightning. Sweat was dripping down his thin face, and onto the mess of bed sheets below. His hair was matted to his forehead and produced every which way atop his head. Throughout his nightmare, the sheets had become entangled around his arms, shedding light on why he hadn’t been able to move them in his dream.

Untangling himself, the boy climbed from his bed, stripping himself of the soaked night shirt along the way, and went to rest against the windowsill. This had been one of the many nights he had awoken from a nightmare with such a scare. However, this one had been different from all the rest. Almost too real for his taste. Whatever the case may be, he didn’t like it.

Another wave of nausea came over him, and he leaned his forehead against the cold, rain stained glass, watching the people pass far below. Figuring it was sometime after eight in the morning, Harry contemplated going to see the Weasleys that afternoon. After all they had been quite upset when he told them he was moving off for a while. However, he had explained that he needed some time on his own to sort out his own life. They all understood, but Mrs. Weasley still found it hard to let him go.

A clap of thunder sounded overhead, and Harry could feel the windows shaking against its force. Biting his lower lip, he weighed his options and decided that a trip to the Burrow might make him feel a little more at ease. After all, what else was he suppose to do on a rainy day like this one.

Making up his mind, the boy made to head across the room to the open cupboard to find some clothes when a sudden ringing of bells signifying someone was on his doorstep stopped him in his tracks. Wondering who would be visiting him so early, Harry made his way to the door instead. Stumbling down the long flight of stairs, Harry wondered why he hadn’t picked a room closer to the bottom. Finally he reached the long hallway that led to his front door. Being cautious not to stumble over the troll leg umbrella stand near the door, the boy ran the last few steps in order to make up for the time he had lost coming down the stairs. Standing with his hand on the cold knob, he wondered whether or not it was safe to open his door. Shaking his head, he knew he was being ridiculous and swung the door open wide. Surprised to see who was standing on the other side, Harry realized he hadn’t replaced his shirt, and was quick to hide his bare chest behind the door.

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[Ginny Molly Weasley]

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It had been a long night, and Ginny had woken up that morning feeling less than refreshed. She had spent most of it tossing and turning in her bed, trying to get comfortable enough for sleep to claim her, and had only managed to succeed after repeating the process for at least two hours. She supposed that was what she got for doing a work out to prepare for her next Quidditch practise so close to bed time, but she’d been busy at St. Mungo’s and hadn’t had time to do the weekly work out until then. She had prepared herself for the practise she had that day and had woken up to make it there on time, only to find that their Captain had cancelled the practise due to a family emergency. That had opened up Ginny’s day, and she debated going in for a shift at St. Mungo’s before deciding against it. What she decided to do instead was use her newly freed up day to relax a bit and wind down from the busy week she’d just gone through. It wasn’t often that she had a lot of free time like this to just lounge around and not worry about any of her responsibilities, so it was going to be a nice, welcomed change for her. It was the first time in a long time that she had absolutely nothing to attend to, and she was going to take full advantage of that.

After showering and getting dressed the redhead bounced around her apartment, tidying it up a bit with her wand so it wouldn’t be so much of a hassle later on, then collapsed onto her couch. After sitting for a few minutes and catching a glance at the clock, Ginny hoisted herself to her feet and grabbed her purse and wand, apparating to the Burrow as soon as she’d made it out of her apartment building. She hadn’t been able to visit her parents very much in the last few weeks and felt horrible about it, which was why she’d decided to stop there. It just so happened that Mrs. Weasley had just finished lunch and insisted that Ginny was too skinny and needed to eat more, and Ginny laughed in amusement before sitting down and digging into the plate her mother set down in front of her. After helping with the dishes and exchanging some polite conversation with her mother, Ginny was about to head off when her mother called her back into the house. When she did, her mother handed her a paper bag and asked her to please drop it by the Ministry for her father on her way to wherever she was headed. Nodding, Ginny was about to head off again when she was called back to get another, smaller bag and asked to drop it off at Grimmauld Place on her way to the Ministry. Feeling slightly less enthused about the second request, Ginny bit her lip and nodded, knowing that arguing with her mother would be pointless.

As she apparated away from the Burrow, Ginny decided to stop at Grimmauld Place first since her father’s lunch break wasn’t for another hour and a half. That meant that she would have time to assess the awkwardness of the situation as soon as she saw Harry, and would have an excuse to leave if it was too tense an atmosphere. It had been four years since their break up and she missed him terribly, but they had both been so busy making the transition into their adult lives that they hadn’t had a chance to work out where they stood. That was a conversation she wasn’t necessarily looking forward to having since it was possible he didn’t want her anymore, but there was still a chance he did. These thoughts were giving her mixed emotions about seeing him, but she shook her head quickly and gently rapped on the door once she’d apparated onto the front step. As she waited for the door to open, she clutched the bag a little tighter in her hand and tried to mentally prepare herself for what would come. She was sure it wouldn’t be a horrible awkward meeting since they were still on good terms, but the confusion with where they stood right now was definitely going to be an issue. She had already decided that she wouldn’t talk about their relationship unless he brought it up, and would treat this entire thing like a normal conversation like they used to have at the Burrow during the summer holidays back before they had even started to date. There was, after all, nothing wrong with still being friends as they tried to figure things out.

After a few moments, the door opened and Ginny turned to see a shirtless Harry standing in the doorway. Feeling her mouth drop slightly, she regarded him and tried not to stare. “Er..hey, Harry,”

[/color] she said, blushing a bit as he hid himself behind the open door. “I was just over at the Burrow. Mum sent this over for you,”[/color] she said, holding up the bag for him to see. She felt even more awkward now that he had answered the door without a shirt on and she had stared, and that feeling wasn’t going to go away now. So much for keeping their meeting calm and cool, now he would probably take the bag and send her on her way. This hadn’t turned out at all how she’d planned to see him for the first time in such a long time, but there was really no going back now so she just plastered a smile on her face and waited for a response from him. [/size][/blockquote]

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[Harry James Potter]

“Ginny!” Harry yelped shutting the door a little bit more as his face flushed a deep color of scarlet. He had been so caught up in his dream earlier that he had completely forgotten about his missing shirt before running downstairs to answer the door. Cursing himself for it now, Harry tried to play off his complete embarrassment with a wide grin. “Er.. sorry I wasn’t expecting anyone quite this early,” he mumbled rubbing the back of his neck as an old habit. The boy could only imagine how horrible he looked right now, what with his pale face and unruly hair and all. This hadn’t been the way he had expected their first visit in four years to go.

Looking down at the bag in her hands, Harry thought about taking it from her and then making up some excuse for her to leave. It would be a quick way of relieving himself from this embarrassment. However, noticing the rain hadn’t let up a bit, Harry knew it would be rude of him to turn her away now. “Sorry I’m being rude. Come in.” he said, standing back against the wall to let her pass. During this process, he crossed his arms over his chest in an attempt to cover his upper half. Harry, unlike most guys, had always been a little self-conscious about himself, choosing to always wear some sort of shirt when around other people. It also didn’t help that this was the girl he was hoping to win back.

Watching as she passed, the former Gryffindor had an almost uncontrollable urge to swing her around and kiss her right then and there. He wanted it so bad, he could feel his fingers twitch against his crossed arms and he immediately looked down at the floor. Eye contact was the last thing he needed right now, knowing that if she met his eyes she would be able to see his guilt right away. However, he also knew that Ginny probably didn’t feel the same way, and it would only lead them into a more awkward predicament. So fighting the urge, Harry calmly shut the door behind her and directed her down the hall to the large kitchen. “I was just about to make a pot of tea if you would like to join me.” Spotting a hoodie hanging on a nearby coat rack, Harry quickly snatched it and pulled it firmly over his head, patting down his hair as he went. At least now he could be a little more comfortable around her.

Entering the kitchen, Harry grabbed the teapot that was resting on the ledge by the sink and filled it with cold water from the faucet. Placing it on the stove top after it was full, he pulled his wand from the pocket of his pajama bottoms and gave it a brisk tap. Still today he didn’t go anywhere, even it if it was just around the house, without his wand on his person. He sometimes wondered if he was becoming more like Mad-Eye, always vigilant.

It only to a few seconds for the water to be done and the sound of the shrill whistle pulled him from his thoughts. Placing two mugs on the table, he dropped a bag of tea in each before filling them with boiling water. Sitting down in the wooden chair, he looked across the table at the red head and offered a small smile. “So how do the Holyhead Harpies look this year?” he asked leaning forward and placing both hands around his warm cup.

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[Ginny Molly Weasley]

my hearts a stereo ,

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As Harry jumped behind the door, Ginny couldn’t help but notice the tone of surprise in his voice. He had clearly not been expecting company, let alone company that came in the form of her, and she sighed and silently wished that her mother had sent Ron or someone else to drop off the food for her. She was determined not to make this awkward, but given the fact that Harry had just answered the door without a shirt on, it seemed like they were past that point now. “Yeah, er..sorry about that. You know how Mum is when she thinks someone hasn’t been eating enough,”

[/color] she said with a small laugh, trying to get past the awkward stage that had settled in over them. She watched as he took in the bag in her hands, and wondered what he was going to say and do. She didn’t want to force her company on him, especially now, and would completely understand if he wanted her to leave. In all honesty, she was debating doing just that anyway as soon as he took the bag from her. There was just something about being here right now that she didn’t think she was ready to deal with, and it would probably be easier for both of them if she did once he’d taken the bag.

She waited for him to take the bag, and was slightly surprised when he stepped back and invited her in. She had a feeling he’d only done so since it was raining, and she debated just handing the bag over and shaking her head at his offer to go inside. However, he looked like there was something on his mind and out of natural concern for him, she wanted to make sure he was alright. “I…well, alright. But I can’t stay long,”[/color] she responded, making that clear so that if the situation got too awkward she would be able to leave and not feel guilty about it. Watching him cross his arms over his chest, Ginny quickly passed over the threshold and stepped into the old, familiar house. Nothing had changed in the last three years except that the place looked a lot more tidy, and she was glad to see that. There was always something about Grimmauld Place that she loved, even its old, musty stages when they’d all first stayed there over the summer all those years ago. It seemed like so long ago now, even though it really hadn’t been. But, time had a funny way of doing that; it always seemed to stretch out during moments like this.

Silence fell between the two of them, and Ginny stopped a few feet into the corridor and just watched him. He seemed to be deep in thought like she was, and it was taking all of her will power not to close the gap between them to kiss him gently and tell him how much she missed him. However, she had no idea how he felt about any of that, and she didn’t want to make their meeting even more awkward by giving into her urges so she just stayed put, clutching the bag a little tighter. He looked to the floor when she met his gaze and she sighed, biting her lip and suddenly wishing that she had just gone with her first instinct and left once he had the bag. Next thing she knew, he was inviting her to join him for tea and she found herself internally debating whether it was a good idea. Truth be told, tea sounded quite nice at the moment but she vowed that as soon as she’d had a cup and exchanged a bit of conversation with him, she’d leave. “Yeah, alright. It’s pretty nasty out there right now,”[/color] she responded, now realizing just how horrible she looked after standing on his porch in the downpour.

She entered the kitchen behind him, instinctively walking over to place the bag on the counter before lowering herself into one of the kitchen chairs. She watched him start to get the teapot ready, not exactly sure what she should say. However, she didn’t have to worry about it for very long since the whistling of the teapot interrupted them a few seconds later. She smiled back at him as he sat down across from her, then toyed with her hair for a moment before responding to his question. “We’re actually looking pretty decent this year. You should come to the first match next week, it should be really good,”[/color] she responded, realizing after what she had said and instantly regretting it. “Er…how’s the Ministry these days? Dad said last time I was home that it’s been pretty hectic for the Aurors lately.”[/color] At least they could still have a decent conversation, even after all these years. However, she hoped wouldn’t take a turn towards discussing them; that was one she wasn’t completely sure she was ready for even though she knew perfectly well how she felt about the two of them.
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[Harry James Potter]

Harry watched as Ginny placed the bag on the counter, knowing that it was most likely a care package from Mrs. Weasley. She had always been one to make sure Harry had enough food, and was eating right. If she could only see inside of his pantry right now, Harry figured she would most likely drag him to the Burrow and force him to stay with them until he was nice and plump again. That had been one of Harry’s growing weaknesses since he moved out on his own. He found himself eating out more since he had little time after work to go home and fix a good meal. The effects of lacking a balanced diet were beginning to take their toll on his body as well, with the frequent fatigue and the constant aches and pains.

Looking up at her over his cup of steaming tea, Harry could feel the tension between them as they tried to make small talk. Something inside him wondered what had led them to this. They were so far apart now that it was almost impossible for him to imagine them getting back together. And then the guilt washed over him. He knew it was his fault for breaking up with her in the first place, but now he had wasted three years by not even attempting to talk to her about it. He couldn’t see it going anywhere good from here.

Pulling the corner of his mouth up, Harry stared down into his tea. “Yeah I’ll have to come watch sometime,” he mumbled taking a quick sip of his tea. The hot liquid ran down his parched throat, giving him a little bit more energy to endure the conversation. Pulling himself together, he knew he needed to stop moping about it and let things fall the way they wanted to. After all they had been friends before, playing quidditch in the backyard at the Burrow. What was to stop them from doing it now? If things worked out later for them, then it was meant to be.

Leaning his chair back on two legs, Harry forced himself to relax, acting as if nothing was wrong. “Yeah they’ve had all the Aurors working overtime at the ministry lately. Basically trying to round up anyone who might have the intentions of following in Voldemort’s footsteps.” Scratching his stubble covered face, Harry thought back to the several arrests he and Ron had made in the last few weeks. A couple of them had been some serious situations, but the rest had been pretty much routine.

As the quiet fell over them, Harry listened to the rain beat against the roof outside and a small memory formed into the back of his mind. For the first time that day a true smile unfolded across his face. “You know I was cleaning up the place a bit the other day,” he began slowly, twiddling his fingers as he talked, “And I couldn’t help but think of the first time I came here, you know when I was fifteen.” The memories flashed before his eyes, almost like a slideshow of pictures from his past. Molly had had them clean the entire building from top to bottom, boxing up anything that looked remotely like a dark artifact. Chuckling Harry shook his head at the thought of their dismay when she had told them the whole place had to be spotless. “Remember? We had to clean the whole place. It was a living hell.” However, looking back now Harry could see the humor in what they were doing. It may have taken hours, but in a way they had made it fun.

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[Ginny Molly Weasley]

my hearts a stereo ,

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Ginny could feel Harry’s eyes on her as she moved about the kitchen, trying to get comfortable with the current situation. She had hesitated for a few moments before actually settling into one of the chairs at the table, and was careful not to brush his fingers when she reached out for her own cup of tea. Once she had a grip on the handle, she pulled it towards her gently and mixed in a bit a milk and sugar. The steam rose from the cup as she stirred, and she would feel Harry’s eyes still on her as she did. It was obvious that there was some tension between them, and she desperately wanted to break it but had no idea how. They had drifted so much that it almost felt like she was just meeting him for the first time all over again, and she didn’t like that feeling at all. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, really. They’d both been busy settling into adulthood and life after Voldemort and Hogwarts, and neither of them had really made the time to sit down and talk about where they stood. It was a conversation that she felt needed to be had, but the problem was finding the time and strength to actually have it. Neither of them were making much of an effort, which was telling her that maybe it wasn’t ever going to happen again. The thought of that depressed her, but she had lived without him in her life for three years now, and she could continue to do so if it came down to it. She hoped, however, that there was still a chance for them.

She watched as he stared down into his tea and she bit her lip again, cupping her hands around her own. “Well, you certainly don’t have to. I know that you’re busy at the Ministry,”

[/color] she mumbled back, realizing now that the words had come out a bit more cold than she’d intended. She hoped he didn’t notice because then the entire situation would be even more awkward than it already was, and she didn’t want that. She nodded at his answer to her question about the Ministry, taking a sip of her tea as she did. “So I’ve heard. Has there been a lot of difficulty?”[/color] The obvious answer was yes, but she might have been wrong. After all, most of the Death Eaters had been sent to Azkaban already and only a few were still out there. They had increased security there too, so it wasn’t as though anyone could break out to avenge their fallen master. Still, that was a fear of Ginny’s and sometimes, she dreamed that it happened. However, for the time being everyone was safe and happy and life was going quite well for her despite her confusion with Harry. That was going to be something that the two of them had to figure out soon, otherwise she was pretty sure she was going to give up on it entirely. It would be hard, but she would have to if they didn’t talk about it soon. After all, there was nothing worse than wasting your life waiting for someone who probably no longer wanted you. Or, at least, that was the impression she was getting by his lack of communication and effort.

Of course, Ginny supposed she couldn’t really talk since she wasn’t making much of an effort either, but she wanted to be sure it was a topic they both felt comfortable discussing before she tried, and so far she wasn’t getting the impression that Harry was. Thinking about it now, she wasn’t sure if she was even comfortable enough yet. It was, after all, a pretty complicated situation to be trapped in. The silence settled in again as she waited for him to answer her question, and she could hear the rain pounding on the roof. When he did speak again, she couldn’t help but smile at him over her mug. “Ugh, how could I forget? That was complete and utter torture!”[/color] she responded with a laugh, smiling as the memory filled her head. “I’m pretty sure that memory will stay ingrained in my head for the rest of my life, especially that moment when those robes tried to strangle Ron for trying to remove them from their wardrobe in that one spare bedroom.” [/color] It was nice to be able to laugh with Harry about those old times again and helped make the atmosphere feel less awkward.

She laughed a bit more as more memories of that day came flooding back, then remembered how pale Harry had looked when she got there, and her face went serious. “Honestly though, how are you, Harry? You looked…well, pale when I got here. Is everything alright?”[/color] She really had no business to ask, but she was doing it out of natural concern for him and his well being. “I mean…I know we’re on shaky ground right now, but I do still care about you and I worry sometimes.”[/color] She figured she might as well get that out in the open and let him decide from there if he wanted to let her in again.
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[Harry James Potter]

Harry’s eyes remained locked on his half cup of tea as he listened to her words. To his ears, they sounded cold, almost like a scold, however he took no offence. “No I’d love to come. I just meant I would have to check on the schedule at work that night.” His voice was cheerful enough, as he tried to keep the mood as light as possible. He didn’t want it slipping back into that unbearable tension that had been there before. If anything, this would help them talk a little more, perhaps even slipping into a conversation about where the stood now. Harry wasn’t sure he could handle the heartache right now, but there were things that needed to be discussed. All he really wanted to was to know whether he was suppose to be getting on with his life, or if there was a reason for sticking around.

Tilting his head back and forth, Harry weighed his answer to her question. “No not really,” he began, trying to think of the best way to explain the situation. “Most of the remaining Death Eaters have been handed over to Azkaban, but there are the few that avoided arrest by claiming they had been cursed or tortured into it. It’s almost like the first time Voldemort was defeated, you know. People come up with these crazy excuses.” he added rolling his eyes. It was hard for him to watch those people walk free that he knew for a fact were Death Eaters on their own accord. It would only take a few of those select few to cause some serious mayhem in honor of their fallen leader.

Throwing his head back in laughter, Harry had completely forgotten about Ron’s encounter with the bewitched set of robes. However, being reminded of it brought the memories storming back into his mind. He could still see the frantic look on Ron’s face as they tried to untangle him from the death grip the robes had had upon his neck. “I think Ron still has nightmares about that,” he said through his fits of laughter. Ron did after all wake up during the nights with fits of terror, but Harry had always suspected that to be one of his spider dreams.

However, her next comment drained the smile from his face and replaced it with a half grimace as he looked to his left down the empty hall. The thunder outside rolled on as he hesitated before answering, waiting for the correct wording to form in his head. There were several reasons for his paleness that day; lack of sleep, unhealthy eating habits, the thought of telling her how he really felt, were all a few of the many factors. Dropping his chair back to all fours, Harry rested his forearms on the table but didn’t dare look her in the eyes when he started to speak. “It’s nothing,” was all he could manage before stopping to clear his throat. It was embarrassing being this scared to talk about something, and Harry hated himself for it. However, try as he might he could not bring himself to say what was really bothering him. “I’m just tired. I’ve had a few bad dreams lately and I haven’t been sleeping well.” He knew he was basically dodging the situation, but it had always been his initial reaction when it came to discussing his feeling.

At the mention of shaky ground however, Harry felt a twinge of a nerve in his jaw. “So that’s what you call this?” he asked, finally meeting her eye “Shaky ground?” His voice wasn’t sharp; in fact it was more monotone than anything. For years he had been looking for the right way to fraise their complicated relationship; however the word shaky had never come to mind. “We haven’t talked in over three years and when we finally do it’s like I’m meeting you for the first bloody time.” Fighting back the urge to snap, Harry crossed his arms over his chest, and took a deep breath. He could feel his anger rising now, and he wasn’t quite sure why. It wasn’t her fault they had ended up like this, but for some reason he wanted someone to blame. “What happened to us Ginny?”

NOTES

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