The Boy Who Lived (hjpotter) wrote in riddikulus,
@ 2008-03-19 12:45:00

Who: Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley
When: Two in the morning. Or 1:57am, if you must be a stickler.
Where: Starts in the Gryffindor Boys' Dormitory, then the Common Room - and then we'll see.
What: Harry has another nightmare - and it's time for it all to end.
Status: Complete!
Rating: PG-13 for language and violent imagery

The fighter on the left killed Hermione without effort, it seemed, hitting her in her stomach with that green jet of light. Hermione's eyes rolled up towards Harry and then she stiffened, pitching back, her hair swirling in front of her face like snow. She was dead before she hit the ground.

Harry felt his breath choke in his throat. Ron was already dead - and Neville - and he had heard Luna screaming before they entered the great hall. And McGonagall had been crushed by falling rock, and Snape had been killed by the Dark Lord himself, and how many people were left, how many were left? He searched desperately around the room, over the bodies of Lupin and Tonks and Kingsley Shacklebot, Mad Eye, Molly Weasley - heaps of the fallen, and yet Harry still raised his hands above his head and shouted out the hex that Snape had taught him, how to create a shockwave that would knock the people around him off of their feet. The corners of his vision were beginning to blur as he heard another scream - Oliver Wood now. He turned to the left, and his wand slipped down his hand as he stared at Ginny, cornered by two Death Eaters. He tried to scream out to her as the larger of her attackers screamed out Sectumsempra, and her body ripped open with slices - before he could blink, the other grabbed her by the hair and threw her towards Fenir Greyback. Harry lurched forward, but in his path was Him, the Dark Lord, this dark cloud of a thing that lurked before him like a solid structure, all awe and power making the otherwise wiry frame seem massive.

"Everyone is gone," the man hissed to Harry, and he could see the red slits of the Lord's eyes gleam at him. Harry swallowed, trying to move that brick of concrete that was lodged in his throat, tried to scream back, as the Dark Lord let his hood slip from his head, and Harry stared at himself, this Dark Lord version of himself that looked around at the carnage and looked satiated before staring back at Harry and opening its mouth wide to give the boy a Dementor's Kiss -

Harry leapt up out of his nightmare with a vicious scream that seemed to rattle the windows with its terror. His hands covered his face, and he felt himself breathe against his skin, real breathing. Alive. Just a nightmare. He clutched at his throat, swallowing a few times and then his face, the face that he had seen be so evil, and wiped away the sweat. He could hear stirring in the beds around him and knew, he knew that even the silencing charms couldn't muffle that, so he grabbed his wand and the Marauder's Map and hurried out of bed. When Dean called out, asking if Harry was alright, he called back a hasty yes, and ran to the stairs.

Once he reached the Common Room, he started towards the girls' stairs before remembering that he couldn't. Maybe with his invisibility cloak he could? No, he didn't want to risk it. Instead, he raised his wand and conjured his patronus, enchanting it with a message and sending it up towards the sixth year girls' dormitory. This has to work. I have to make sure she's -

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ginnyweasley
2008-03-19 06:28 pm UTC (link)

Ginny couldn't sleep. She had been sitting up, petting Arnold and reading Magical Me. Yes, Gilderoy was a ponce who left her for dead...but it was such a good book! It was like comfort food, this book, like a butterbeer and a plate of mashed potatoes followed by a large slice of cake. These past few days had been impossible--telling everything to McGonagall, Harry's fury, that slag Morag and the rest of her buddies jumping in.

Something in Ginny had changed, though. All of her fight was directed at Harry--that was what was important, getting him help. But it was more than that. She had fought Death Eaters and been in several battles; she had almost lost her brother and her father; she had almost been killed herself...and possessed to boot. Petty school dramas? How did that compare to death? To war? To Voldemort? It sucked. it sucked, and she loathed the mini-Death Eaters that littered this school, but...perspective had descended on Ginny like a weight, dragging her temper down.

It still hurt so bad, though.

So she read her book and snuggled with Arnold, petting the puff absently, trying not to think about Harry and not doing very well at it. Out of the corner of her eye, though, she saw something bright; she gasped as she saw Harry's patronus gallop into the room, the stag as bright as sunshine.

"Wake up, Ginny, come to the Common Room," it said in Harry's voice, and Ginny's eyes widened. Without bothering to change from the boxer shorts and tank top she was wearing, she threw the book onto her bed, grabbed her wand, and ran along with the patronus back downstairs.

"Harry!" she cried, jumping off of the stairs and rushing to him, grabbing his forearms and holding them tight. "What's wrong?"

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hjpotter
2008-03-19 06:52 pm UTC (link)

He desperately embraced her, running his hands over her to feel every inch and make sure that it was all real, unharmed, here. Pulling back, Harry threaded his hands in and out of her hair, looking at her in a pleading, pained way. "I had a nightmare," he admitted, and his face broke like glass, and he began to cry. "I had a nightmare, and I was Voldemort, and everyone was dead, and you - Ginny, it was so - "

He folded down onto her shoulder, clutching hard to her. "Why won't they stop?"

	hjpotter 2008-03-19 07:22 pm UTC (link)
	Harry shook his head. "But he knew I was strong enough to hold all of the Deathly Hallows! I should be - they are just nightmares, either I can make them go away or I can be strong enough to live with them, how can the Master of Death, how can this Great Saviour, be so - weak?" he said, the words clenched tight against his tears. I'm pathetic. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	ginnyweasley 2008-03-23 02:27 am UTC (link)
	Ginny stared at him, perplexed, her face dark with worry. "What does that mean? Because--you died, or--what?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	hjpotter 2008-03-23 04:11 am UTC (link)
	"Ginny," Harry said desperately, pressing her hands against his chest. "Don't be sorry, it's just - that was just how it was, it's okay." Please, don't cry. Please don't cry. "This was what I was supposed to do." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	hjpotter 2008-03-24 03:09 am UTC (link)
	"I'm sorry," he said again, sliding off of the couch and taking her hands again. He knelt there and buried his head in her lap. "I'm so sorry, Ginny, I'm so sorry. I'll never hurt you again, I promise, I swear, I love you, I'm sorry - " (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)