Chapter Three: A Vision in Night
The smell of St. MungoÕs always reminded Harry of the war. Over the years heÕd
come here to visit many friends, some of whom were still here because of the
lingering effects of attacks by Death Eaters. He knew what to expect when he
walked in the door -- from the staff and visitors, and mainly from himself.
Once he had learned that the flood of memories would hit him, he was better
prepared to deal with their onslaught. Now he knew he would only have to pause
momentarily at the door, gain control of his emotions, and head to the front
desk
ÒMr. Potter,Ó the mediwitch greeted him cheerfully, after a quick glance
towards his scar. ÒWe arenÕt expecting you for at least a couple of weeks yet,
but I suppose babies come at their own time, donÕt you?Ó
Harry smiled. He had encountered this woman before and knew her to be quick,
cheerful, and knowledgeable about everyone in the hospital and his or her
personal business. ÒNo, IÕm not here about Ginny, and I hope weÕve got at least
a couple weeks yet, but donÕt tell Ginny I said that.Ó
ÒTired of being pregnant, is she?Ó The mediwitch closed one of the files sheÕd
been studying, waved her hand, and it obligingly disappeared. ÒWhat I can I do
for you then, Mr. Potter?Ó
Harry walked forward and rested his elbows on the counter. ÒI need to know
about a woman youÕve been treating here. IÕve been told she has, umÉ shock, I
think is what Remus said. KathleenÉ.Ó
ÒÉBobertruss,Ó the mediwitch finished absently, waving her hand over a shelf.
ÒAh, yes, there she is.Ó Twisting the file around, she turned the information
towards Harry. ÒNormally we canÕt do this, you know, but since youÕre Harry Potter,
and sheÕs got no living relatives, I figure itÕs okay.Ó
Harry studied the picture of the serious brunette woman carefully. ÒWhat does
ÔshockÕ mean, exactly? If I bring Ginny here to see her will she aggravate
GinnyÕs condition?Ó
ÒDo you mean will it send her into premature labor? I donÕt know that thereÕs
much in this world that could get your wife that upset, Mr. Potter,Ó the
mediwitch said. ÒSeems to me that sheÕs a real rock.Ó
Harry smiled. ÒOh, she is. IÉ ever since sheÉWell, in any case, I thought it
might be best to ask.Ó
The mediwitch grinned. ÒMr. Potter, thatÕs very sweet of you. It occurs to me
that Mrs. Potter is a very lucky woman.Ó
Harry blushed down to his collar. ÒI, um. IÕll let her know you said that. But,
umÉ Mrs. Bobertruss?Ó
ÒMiss,Ó the mediwitch corrected, closing the file. ÒSheÕs, well, sheÕs not
fine, but she does better than some of our patients. ThereÕs a strange effect
the Cruciatus Curse has on some of its victims. Most times sheÕs fine, but I
would recommend you get here before the sun sets. You wonÕt get anything out of
her after the sun sets. For her, every night is 1980.Ó
Harry blinked. ÒI guess weÕll come in the late morning, then.Ó
The mediwitch nodded. ÒThat would be best. SheÕs a bit strange, you know. Sleep
deprivation. We do our best to make sure she sleeps, but lately sheÕs been
nearly uncontrollable at night.Ó The mediwitch shuddered a bit. ÒI guess
thereÕs something in the air.Ó
Chills danced down HarryÕs spine. ÒI suppose so.Ó
**
Ginny was bored. Although Harry had managed to go nearly the full length of the
pregnancy without turning into a mother hen, something about the strange events
of the last week had made him nearly unbearable. Understandably so, she thought
in her more sane moments, but she was fat and hot and unable to focus on
anything for more than a few minutes at a time. The end of her pregnancy seemed
miles away.
A knock on the door had her sighing, rising to her feet and waddling her way to
the front of the house. When she opened the door, the sight of Molly Weasley
had her throwing her arms open. ÒMum!Ó
ÒGinny,Ó Molly returned just as enthusiastically, giving her daughter a squeeze
about the shoulders, since she could no longer fit her arms around her stomach.
ÒHow have you been, dear?Ó
ÒFat, irritable, hot,Ó Ginny responded, though she was smiling now. ÒThank you
for coming. I probably would have driven myself completely loony if you hadnÕt
shown up.Ó
Molly smiled. ÒI remember the feeling quite well. I thought IÕd pop in, maybe
make you some lunch, and have a nice visit. I spoke with Hermione earlier and
she said sheÕd try to make it as well.Ó
A grin overtook GinnyÕs whole face, and she finally smiled with her eyes.
ÒThatÕs wonderful! HarryÕs out of the house. He wanted to run some errands, and
then Dad wanted his opinion about something at the Ministry, so it will be just
us girls. Come on in, Mum.Ó
As she gestured inside, a soft pop announced HermioneÕs presence. ÒSeems I got
here just in time,Ó Hermione said with a bright smile.
ÒMum says sheÕs making lunch. I would say thatÕs just in time,Ó Ginny said with
a grin. After the two women had exchanged a warm hug, Ginny pulled away. ÒIs
today your day off?Ó
Hermione nodded. ÒI had a doctorÕs appointment today so Ron and I both skived
off. We thought I mightÉÓ
Ginny gripped her friendÕs arm. ÒGood news?Ó
A soft smile overtook HermioneÕs face. ÒIn about seven months, IÕll be a mum,
too.Ó
Ginny was unable to help herself. She squealed, hugging Hermione again. ÒOh,
this is wonderful! I needed some happy thoughts. Ron must be over the moon.Ó
ÒOh, he is. HeÕs gone off to try and catch Harry for some lunch in that pub in
Diagon Alley that they both like.Ó
ÒGood!Ó Ginny stepped back. ÒCome in, Hermione. Mum is going to want to fuss
over you and IÕm going to want to hear all the details.Ó
As Molly bustled about in the kitchen, refusing help from Ginny or Hermione, the
conversation revolved around babies, soft materials and colors, and what sort
of pram Hermione would like to get. Of course, she would have liked to have
done all of her research before she actually got pregnant, but nature had
decided otherwise.
ÒAnd how are you doing, Ginny?Ó Molly asked after they had given their opinions
on all the options. ÒStill having those dreams you told me about?Ó
Hermione turned to look at Ginny, raising an eyebrow. ÒYouÕve been having
nightmares?Ó
ÒNot exactly. ThereÕs nothing about them thatÕs inherently frightening,Ó Ginny
said, taking the plate of salad Molly handed her.
ÒTheyÕre all of Lily Potter,Ó Molly supplied. ÒScenes from her daily life.Ó
Hermione tapped her fingers on the counter. ÒThat seems at least explainable.
You and HarryÉ I suppose there are a lot of parallels to James and Lily. You
were both targeted by Voldemort, defeated him through loveÉ.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Ginny muttered, Òbut these are so real. It feels like LilyÕs trying to
communicate with me.Ó
Hermione, ever suspicious of anything not easily explained, tapped her fork
against her salad plate. ÒDo you feel like sheÕs trying to warn you?Ó
Ginny shrugged. ÒI donÕt know. IÕm confused right now, but IÕm learning so much
about Lily – and James. I wish I knew what the ultimate purpose was.Ó
Hermione nodded. ÒI can see that. IÕve done some interesting reading on dream communication
in the past. I can revisit some of the theories, if youÕd like.Ó
Ginny smiled. Of course Hermione had done some reading on something like this
before. She always had. ÒYes, please. At this point, IÕll take any advice, any
theory youÕve got.Ó
ÒAre the dreams every night? I mean, have you been able to get some rest?Ó
Rubbing her arms, Ginny sighed. ÒThey never last long. Harry always wakes me
up, and eventually I go back to sleep. IÕve been getting all the rest I need. I
havenÕt been doing anything strenuous -- at the request of the mediwitch.Ó
Nodding, Hermione took GinnyÕs hand. ÒI know dreams can be disturbing.Ó
ÒLuckily, I happen to be married to a man who knows more about recovering from
visions in dreams than anyone has a right to.Ó
Clucking her tongue, Molly laid her hand on top of the other two womenÕs. ÒIÕm
sure weÕll be able to work this out, dear, but things such as this, I have
learned, often have a way of presenting their purpose themselves.Ó
At that thought they all resumed eating, and the conversation turned to other,
more pleasant, things.
**
Harry was snoring gently next to her, his hand resting on top of her belly when
she slid into unconsciousness. When she slid into the dreamÉ
**
ÒJames,Ó Lily whispered, kissing his cheek. ÒItÕs time to wake up.Ó
ÒI donÕt want to,Ó James whispered back, curving a hand around the nape of her
neck.
Giggling, Lily laid herself on top of JamesÕs chest, burying her hand in his
hair. ÒI think weÕll have one very upset baby if we donÕt get up and change him
sometime. And, my love, it is your turn to do so. I feed him; you have to do
the clean-up work.Ó
Opening his eyes and gazing up blearily at his wife, James sighed. ÒI canÕt
very well change him at the moment. You know I can only think of one thing at a
time, and while youÕre lying on top of me like thatÉÓ
Lily grinned. ÒAh, youÕve discovered my evil plan. Go change the baby and IÕll
reward you.Ó
Flipping Lily over onto her back, James grinned down at her before he kissed
her passionately. ÒIs that a promise or a threat?Ó he asked, smiling at the
dazed look in his wifeÕs eyes.
ÒBoth,Ó she said, laughing. ÒNow, go.Ó
**
The dream changedÉ
**
Lily and James lay replete and satisfied, with JamesÕs head on top of LilyÕs
stomach while she played idly with his hair.
ÒLily my love,Ó James said, closing his eyes to the simple pleasure of her
fingers in his hair, Òwe should really talk about what Dumbledore is saying.Ó
Lily sighed, stilling the motion of her fingers. Sitting up, James leaned
against the headboard and drew Lily into his lap.
ÒIf we go into hiding,Ó James said, ÒweÕll be isolated.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Lily said. ÒWe wouldnÕt be able to visit with friends. It would be just
you and me.Ó
ÒWeÕd have to limit how much we ventured outside,Ó James said. ÒIf we use this
charm versus some of the wards weÕve been talking about, it might very well
anger him and heÕd target us at work. HeÕll redouble his efforts.Ó
ÒBut the charm is nearly foolproof,Ó Lily said. ÒWeÕd have to pick the one person
we trust absolutely.Ó
ÒDumbledore has offered,Ó James said, sighing. ÒHeÕs already done so much for
us.Ó
Lily nodded. ÒAnd he seems the obvious choice. Voldemort already hates him.
Maybe this would finally motivate him to attack. I trust Dumbledore absolutely,
but if Voldemort went after the studentsÉÓ
ÒAgreed,Ó James said. ÒWhat aboutÉ Sirius?Ó
Lily sucked in a breath. ÒHeÕs grown up an awful lot over the past year. And
when we made him HarryÕs godfather, we told him weÕd trust him with HarryÕs
life. If we can trust him with HarryÕs life, we can trust him with our own,Ó
she said. ÒIf weÕre going to do this, we need to ask Sirius. I would trust no
one else.Ó
ÒWhat about Meghan? Or Kathleen?Ó James asked.
ÒNo. TheyÕre both starting families. We need someone who only has to worry
about themselves.Ó
James nodded. ÒOf course.Ó
Tears drifted down LilyÕs cheeks, silently. ÒItÕs such a terrible thing to ask
someone. WeÕd effectively be asking him to bear the brunt of VoldemortÕs wrath.
If he diesÉÓ
ÒÉHe dies for us,Ó James said, dragging in a ragged breath. ÒHow do we live
with that?Ó
ÒHow can we not?Ó Lily asked. ÒI love Sirius, but Harry... Harry deserves a
chance at life.Ó
ÒSo are we decided then?Ó James asked, wrapping his arms completely around
Lily.
ÒI suppose we are,Ó Lily said, leaning her head back against JamesÕs shoulder.
ÒFor Harry.Ó
James nodded. ÒFor Harry.Ó
Their lips met in a tender kiss, and they lay down next to each other, spooning
in the dark, though neither one slept the rest of that night.
**
When Ginny awoke, Harry was standing at the window in his boxer briefs, staring
out at the rain falling on their lawn.
ÒI was going to wake you,Ó he said, Òbut you were smiling and crying at the
same time.Ó
Ginny pushed herself upright so she was sitting. ÒAre you okay?Ó
Harry snorted. ÒI donÕt think that youÕre the one that needs to be asking that
question.Ó
ÒHarry,Ó Ginny said pleadingly, walking across the room to stand behind him,
lowering her head between his shoulder blades. ÒPlease, tell me whatÕs
bothering you.Ó
ÒItÕs supposed to be over,Ó Harry said, lowering his forehead to the window.
ÒWeÕre not supposed to have to worry about Voldemort anymore.Ó
Ginny wrapped her arms around his waist. ÒThe worst of it is over. We have a
new start here, Harry.Ó
Shaking his head, Harry turned around, wrapping Ginny in a tight embrace. ÒI
donÕt like this, Gin. These dreams of my mum, what the mediwitch said about
Kathleen at St. MungoÕsÉ something in the air is not right.Ó
Ginny sighed because she felt the same thing that Harry did. ÒI know neither
one of us likes this, but IÕm not sure what weÕre supposed to do.Ó
ÒItÕs times like this when I wish Dumbledore was still alive,Ó Harry admitted.
ÒAs badly as some of his choices turned out for me, there was no one like him
for giving advice, or knowing what to say.Ó
Ginny nodded. ÒWe all seem to be a bit lost.Ó
ÒHowÉ how was mum tonight?Ó Harry asked finally.
Ginny blushed. ÒAh, she was fine. Your dad and mum decided to use the Fidelius
Charm tonight.Ó
Harry blushed too, and then chuckled. ÒI suppose I had to get here somehow.Ó
ÒHarry,Ó Ginny said, laughing too. ÒWhat are we going to do with you?Ó
ÒDunno,Ó Harry admitted and then grinned. ÒWanna snog?Ó
Ginny burst out laughing. ÒThatÕs the least romantic line youÕve ever used.Ó
ÒIs it going to work?Ó Harry asked, waggling his eyebrows.
ÒSadly enough, it just might.Ó
**
A/N: Okay, so I promised the muses 5 chapters. UmÉ weÕll see. Thanks to the HP
Lexicon for their invaluable services in providing the correct spellings for
curses (I always like to double check my Latin). Thanks, as always, to Kat
Morning and Daily Prophet Reporting for their fabulous job. Without them, this
fic would sorely lack polish.