Chapter Seven: A Vision in Peril
Ginny found herself
unsurprised that sex was highly recommended to bring on labor. Surely something
had been knocked loose during that highly, well, satisfying interlude last night. All in all, she felt more
rested and comfortable than she had in weeks.
Harry was still asleep, arm
thrown over his eyes, snoring away in that endearing way that he had. Well, it
was only endearing when she was rested, which she was. Feeling restless, Ginny
swung her legs out of bed and rose to her feet.
ÒMmm. Gin?Ó Harry mumbled,
semiconscious. Harry only called her Gin when he was half-asleep or otherwise
incapacitated. It always made her heart flip-flop.
ÒWhat?Ó She asked, sliding
her feet into slippers, which were about the only style of footwear that would
fit in anymore.
ÒWhat time is it?Ó
ÒOh, itÕs about eight oÕclock
in the morning,Ó she said flippantly, enjoying HarryÕs reaction as he sat all
the way up in bed.
ÒWeÕve been asleep that
long?Ó He was astounded and very much awake as he reached for his glasses.
ÒYes. I think we exhausted
ourselves,Ó Ginny said with a big grin.
ÒProud of yourself, are you?Ó
Harry asked, leaning back against the headboard and watching her bustle about
the bedroom, selecting clothes.
ÒWell, itÕs not exactly as
easy as it once was, is it?Ó
ÒOnly makes the ultimate goal
more worthwhile,Ó Harry said, locking his hands behind his head and closing his
eyes. ÒVery worthwhile, if I may say so.Ó
Ginny giggled. ÒOh, yes. I
agree completely.Ó Her face screwed up for a moment. ÒOh. Ouch. Well, that
hurt.Ó
ÒWhatÕs wrong?Ó Harry asked,
concerned once more. ÒAre youÉ?Ó
ÒNo. I just think I cramped
up a bit,Ó Ginny said, smiling unconcernedly. ÒWould you Floo Bill please? I
want to be sure you catch him before he takes off. Once heÕs at Gringotts, heÕs
nearly impossible to reach.Ó
ÒOf course,Ó Harry said,
reluctantly pulling himself from under the covers and heading towards the
bedroom fireplace. ÒOh, and Ginny?Ó
ÒYes?Ó
ÒDo you mind if I take off
for Germany for a bit today? Firenze has got a colleague there he thinks might
be able to help us. I wonÕt be gone for more than a couple of hours.Ó
Ginny rubbed her belly and
chewed her bottom lip. ÒI donÕt suppose it could hurt anything. I doubt weÕre
having a baby today. These things take time, or so they tell me.Ó
ÒAll right. As long as itÕs
fine with you. I just hate to leave right now,Ó Harry admitted, coming up
behind her and rubbing her belly in that gentle way that he had. ÒNo dreams
last night?Ó
ÒNone,Ó Ginny said. ÒIÕm not
sure if thatÕs a good or a bad thing. Floo Bill, would you please? IÕm going
downstairs for breakfast.Ó
ÒAll right. I wonÕt stand
between the pregnant lady and her morning eggs and toast.Ó
ÒWise
man,Ó Ginny said, and took off down the stairs.
Harry positioned himself in
front of the Floo and thought momentarily of combing his hair or at least
putting on a shirt. Bill was family, though, and he wouldnÕt be able to see any
more than HarryÕs head, so it would be all right.
There was a moment of silence
after Harry said BillÕs name before a very agitated-looking Fleur Weasley
appeared. ÒOui? Who iz eet?Ó
ÒItÕs Harry, Fleur. Do you
mind if I speak to Bill for a moment, or did I already miss him?Ó
ÒNon, non. Les enfants, ils ont
fous ce matin.Ó At HarryÕs confused look, Fleur sighed. ÒI am sorry, ÔArry. Eet Ôas
been a crazy week. Bill! Bill! Eet is ÔArry!Ó
ÒHarry!Ó BillyÕs jolly face
appeared in the fireplace. ÒHow are you doing? HowÕs my sister holding up?
About to pop, yeah?Ó
ÒYeah,Ó Harry said, a bit
uncomfortable. ÒIÕm doing fine, and GinnyÕs doing well, but we were wondering
if youÕd do us a favor.Ó
ÒOf course, as long as itÕs
within reason,Ó Bill said. Harry smiled. HeÕd probably become used to adding the last condition after
the twins had come along.
ÒI need to authorize you to
go into the Potter family vault at Gringotts. I havenÕt got the time to look
into it, but Remus thinks it could be important for the investigation. I need
you to look and see if thereÕs anything suspicious in there. Remus seems to
think Mum was researching something really big when she died, and maybe the
information is stored there.Ó
ÒSo something secret, perhaps
nondescript?Ó Bill asked.
ÒThat would be my guess. Just
look through everything and see if you notice anything unusual. It shouldnÕt
take you long at all. If you do find something, go ahead and withdraw it from
the bank and bring it to me here.Ó
ÒAre you going to be in
GodricÕs Hollow all day?Ó
ÒNo, I think IÕm going to
make a quick run to Germany,Ó Harry admitted. ÒI donÕt really want to go, but
thereÕs no one else I could delegate this particular task to. Firenze seems to
think he has a colleague in the Black Forest that might have an idea about
whatÕs up with GinnyÕs dreams.Ó
Bill nodded, a bit
distracted. ÒFinnegan, you put that down, do you hear me? How many times does
Dad have to warn you about picking up wands? YouÕre going to hex your bits off
without even realizing it, IÕm warning you! ÉSorry Harry, a bit of a parenting
disaster, but yes, I can certainly do that for you.Ó
ÒGreat, thanks Bill! IÕll let
you deal with Finnegan.Ó
ÒYeah, heÕs a bit of aÉ I said put that down!Ó Bill disappeared briefly for a
moment, only to reappear, wand in hand. ÒIÕll talk to you later Harry, all
right?Ó
Harry chuckled. ÒAll right.
Later, Bill.Ó
**
Apparating from country to
country was a bit of work, if you didnÕt happen to be Harry Potter. Normally
one had to get authorization documents and walk through a whole bundle of
paperwork to be able to pop in and out of countries as freely as one pleased.
Harry Potter had been doing it since he was seventeen, on the hunt for
Horcruxes. He was pretty sure the Ministry was aware of his illegal activity,
but it chose not to prosecute him. That was fine. He didnÕt want to fill out
the paperwork, anyway.
From his home in GodricÕs
Hollow, he imagined the Apparition checkpoint on the outside of the Black
Forest. HeÕd never been there before, but heÕd carefully studied a map and knew
precisely where he was going. After a moment, he felt the odd sensation of
being pulled away, and he was standing in a patch of grass, feeling very much
like an idiot, as there was no one around.
ÒHarry Potter?Ó A stern voice
sounded from inside the forest. It had a slight German edge on it, but it was
easy enough to understand.
ÒYes, thatÕs me,Ó Harry
responded carefully, his hand on his wand, poised for an attack. Some habits
from the war had died hard, and others had yet to expire.
ÒFirenze told us of your
arrival,Ó the voice said, and soundlessly from the trees, a centaur appeared.
ÒI am to take you to meet Rhysmana, much against the traditions of my people.
You should stick very close to me if you wish to stay alive. I am the warrior
Cylos.Ó
Harry nodded. ÒI thank you
for your help, warrior Cylos.Ó
Cylos seemed to be very sure
of himself, turning around right away and heading directly back into the
forest, but Harry had learned to mistrust strangers and he followed more
cautiously. Cylos made little to no sound when he stepped, which made Harry
feel a bit like a clod. They passed beautiful creeks and effortlessly crossed
small streams before they came to a separate clearing. Again, there was no one
in sight.
ÒHarry Potter, you are to
wait here,Ó Cylos said, ÒRhysmana will come to meet you in a short time.Ó
Knowing that centaurs did not
shake hands, Harry bowed from the waist as a token of his gratitude and sat in
the grass in the clearing and prepared to wait.
He did not have to wait long,
however, for the quiet sound of a hoof pawing the ground caught his attention
and his head snapped up, his eyes focused on a shy-looking centaur.
ÒHello, Harry,Ó the centaur
said, stepping forward cautiously. ÒI am Rhysmana. Firenze spoke of me to you.Ó
Her voice was quiet and unassuming and Harry had to listen carefully to catch
all of the words. From what Firenze had said earlier, he had imagined a much
different sort of character – a rebel against centaur society, perhaps.
ÒHello,Ó Harry responded,
rising to his feet. ÒI have heardÉ a little about you.Ó
Rhysmana chuckled. ÒAt least
youÕre honest. I do wish you hadnÕt stood. Please, have a seat. We shall both
be comfortable for this interview, then.Ó
She sank gracefully all the
way to her knees and arranged her body so that she looked very relaxed. When
she attained the perfect position, she sighed. ÒI do enjoy being comfortable.
How about you, Harry?Ó
ÒOh, yes. Um, I suppose soÉ.Ó
His voice trailed off, a bit lost for words in this odd situation.
ÒYou wouldnÕt have much
familiarity with comfort, though, would you?Ó Rhysmana focused all of her
attention on him and Harry found the whole idea a bit disconcerting. ÒHeroes so
rarely do that, when itÕs forced upon them, they find it rather uncomfortable. A bit of a paradox, but an interesting
one at that.Ó
ÒOh? Yes. I suppose so.Ó
Harry had never been entirely comfortable with the idea of being considered a
hero far and wide. People would persist in the idea, however, so he let them
and clung to normalcy with a death grip.
ÒIÕm sorry. IÕve digressed
from the subject at hand, and you do have rather important matters at home to
return to, donÕt you? Your wife, Ginny. She is with child, yes?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Harry said simply,
staring down at his hands. What an odd way to say it-- Òwith childÓ, though it
sounded nicer than ÒpregnantÓ or Òknocked upÓ.
Rhysmana studied him for a
moment and then sighed. ÒBut you arenÕt here to talk of your feelings about
impending fatherhood. Who could blame you? You hardly know me. You wish to
speak of something both more personal and more public than your childÕs birth.Ó
ÒYes. IÕd like to know why my
wife is so haunted by these dreamsÉ or visions. Whatever you want to call
them.Ó
ÒOh, IÕd say theyÕre
visions,Ó Rhysmana said, spreading her hands wide. ÒShe is seeing events that
actually occurred.Ó
ÒHow you define them doesnÕt
really mean all that much,Ó Harry admitted. ÒItÕs just that if they were sent
by my mum, you would think she would be nicer about it. ItÕs a bit like whoever
is sending the dreams wrests control of GinnyÕs unconscious from her and then
makes it so she canÕt get any rest.Ó
Rhysmana reached for one of
his hands and studied his palm for a moment.
ÒI didnÕt think you did that
sort of parlor trick,Ó Harry muttered, and then turned red when Rhysmana
glanced sharply at him.
ÒPalmistry is, of course, an
old wivesÕ tale,Ó Rhysmana said. ÒHowever, one can tell certain things about a personÕs past, not their
future, from the palm of the hand. The future is much murkier than most would
like it to be. I know of very few who can discern its properties accurately.Ó
ÒIÕm more concerned with the
present.Ó
ÒAh, yes. Many players on
this stage,Ó Rhysmana said, running her hand idly through the grass. ÒMany
people concerned with your Ginny Potter. Including the dead. I do think that
Ginny is receiving the dreams from Lily PotterÕs memories, but this is not the
benevolent spirit of your mother sending them.Ó
ÒIf theyÕre from mumÕs
memories, then sheÕd have to be sending them, right? I donÕt know that she ever
had a Pensieve. If she did, no one shared that with me.Ó
ÒThe slow stealing of a soul
is a crime indeed,Ó Rhysmana muttered. ÒVoldemort was never able to fully grasp
the concept of a fate worse than death, but there were those among his
followers who were intimately familiar with the idea.Ó
ÒAre you saying someone took
mumÕs soul?Ó
ÒSomeone tried. Your mother
is dead, and she was a very strong woman. So strong, in fact, that she is able
to influence, from time to time, the dreams that your wife receives. She cannot
stop the transfer, but she can make the experience more pleasant for Ginny. She
is doing the best that she can.Ó
Harry let out a moan of
frustration. ÒI canÕt believe this. IÕm more confused now than I was when I
came here.Ó
ÒYour mother is doing her
part,Ó Rhysmana said a bit forcefully. ÒThere are few souls who are able to
touch the physical world once they have passed beyond the veil, but with the
help of your father, she is doing the best that she can to save your wife and
your baby. You have an enemy after you, Harry, and itÕs quite serious.Ó
Harry let out a harsh laugh.
ÒIÕve always had an enemy after me. YouÕre not helping. I need names,
specifics.Ó
ÒHarry, I canÕt give you
those. I can only discern vague things about the present. Your wife is in
danger. Your child is in danger. You are in danger, and you need to be home. Right
now.Ó
**
Ginny had wandered into the
nursery. She settled into the rocking chair, much like the one that had been in
HarryÕs nursery. The gentle rocking motion soothed her to sleep.
**
ÒVoldemort is going to come
after you,Ó Dumbledore said, leaning forward across the table, largely ignoring
his cup of tea. ÒHeÕs heard of the prophecy and he will be able to narrow it
down to you and the Longbottoms.Ó
James squeezed LilyÕs hand.
ÒWeÕve been in danger since weÕve joined the Order. He knows that weÕve been
actively opposing him.Ó
ÒYes, but now heÕs got a
personal vendetta. Before you were a minor annoyance. Now youÕre a threat. HeÕs
not just after you two, heÕs after Harry.Ó
Lily felt her heart stop and
then start again. ÒHarryÕs just a baby. He canÕt be a threat to anyone.Ó
ÒLogic only is one of
VoldemortÕs strengths when it suits him,Ó Dumbledore said seriously. ÒI do have
an idea.Ó
James breathed out a sigh.
ÒIÕm glad one of us can think.Ó
ÒItÕs called the Fidelius Charm. I can see by your expression that you have
heard of it, Lily.Ó
ÒOf course,Ó Lily said,
twisting her wedding ring around her finger. ÒWeÕd hide somewhere. There would
be only one person in the world who would know where we are.Ó
ÒOnly oneÉ in the world?Ó
James looked flabbergasted.
Lily nodded. ÒOur
Secret-Keeper. The only way to find out where we are would be to torture it out
of them. Or get them to tell you voluntarily. WeÕd have to pick someone
completely trustworthy.Ó
ÒAnd strong,Ó James added
ruefully. ÒEven thenÉ if the Death Eaters figure out who it isÉÓ
Lily nodded, cutting James
off. She didnÕt want to speculate on the possibilities. ÒI just donÕt know if
we can ask someoneÉ.Ó
ÒFor Harry,Ó Dumbledore
insisted. ÒI know itÕs a terrible thing to ask someone.Ó
James sighed and, in a burst
of fury, hit his fist on the table and rose to his feet. ÒThis is a horrible thing to ask someone. And who do we choose? Neither
one of us has brothers or sisters that weÕd trust with our lives.Ó
ÒOr parents,Ó Lily
interjected, also rising to her feet. ÒMy friends are starting families of
their own.Ó
ÒI would be willing to be
your Secret-Keeper. I have always felt very close to both of you, and your son
is already a delight in my life.Ó
James shook his head. ÒYouÕve
already got too much responsibility, what with running the Order and Hogwarts.
We couldnÕt possibly ask any more of you.Ó
ÒSirius is HarryÕs
godfather,Ó Lily said suddenly, and glanced at James, desperation in her eyes.
ÒHe already would do anything for him. I would hate to ask him, but heÕs the
closest thing weÕve got to a living relative, James.Ó
James nodded slowly. ÒWeÕll
have to talk it over some more, Albus. We canÕt possibly make a decision like
this tonight.Ó
ÒYou might have to.
VoldemortÕs followers are already hot on the trail of this prophecy. My spies
have made me aware that you have very little time,Ó Dumbledore said, also
rising to his feet. ÒJames, Lily, I can not stress to you enough the dire
nature of this situation. I urge swiftness.Ó
ÒOf course, Professor,Ó Lily
muttered.
**
Ginny woke up, her heart
pounding in her chest. Someone was after her baby! No, no. She wasnÕt Lily
Potter. This was a different time, a different place, and she was a different
person. SheÕd never been besieged by one of those visions in the middle of the
day like that.
ÒGinny? Ginny?Ó HermioneÕs
worried voice pierced the fog in her mind.
ÒIÕm here! In the nursery!Ó
Hermione stopped in the
doorway and looked around. ÒOh, Ginny. This is just sweet. I know I say that
every time, but it really is.Ó
Snowy owls and snitches
floated around the room, and in the crib sat a stuffed dragon, courtesy of
Charlie and his girlfriend, Maryann.
ÒOh, thanks,Ó Ginny said,
deciding that she wouldnÕt get up since she was enjoying the rocking chair so
much. ÒIÕm sorry I didnÕt hear you. Were you calling for me long?Ó
ÒA couple of minutes,Ó
Hermione said honestly. ÒI assumed you were taking a nap. I was about to give
up.Ó
ÒI wasÉ having a dream.Ó
ÒAh,Ó Hermione said, crossing
the room and sitting on the floor next to Ginny. ÒWas it a bad one?Ó
ÒScary,Ó Ginny said. ÒI had
some back pain this morning, but Harry and I finally had a good nightÕs rest. I
was grateful for the respite, but I knew it wouldnÕt last very long.Ó
ÒWhereÕs Harry, by the way?Ó
ÒHeÕs in Germany. Firenze had
a colleague he thought might be of some use to us, so Harry left this morning.Ó
Ginny winced as another pain shot through her.
ÒAre you all right?Ó Hermione
asked concernedly. ÒYou look like youÕre in serious pain.Ó
ÒI think IÕve started having
some contractions,Ó Ginny managed. ÒBut theyÕre not often. I think I can
waitÉ.Ó
From the kitchen came the
sound of breaking glass. Hermione grabbed GinnyÕs arm and pulled her up. ÒCome
on. I donÕt like the sound of that. LetÕs use your bedroom Floo and get out of
here.Ó
As they struggled toward the
bedroom, Hermione could hear pounding footsteps racing up the stairs. ÒGinny,
go on! IÕll be right behind you!Ó
With the focus of a woman in
labor, Ginny waddled as fast as she could through the bedroom door, threw some
Floo powder on the fire, yelled ÒThe Burrow!Ó and was gone.
**
AuthorÕs Note: Yes, thatÕs
where IÕm ending it. I am tired and the action only gets better from here. IÕll
see you all next week! Same Chi time, same Chi channel.
A few more things to point
out, though. Chloe, in CaitlynÕs Lessons
for Life, was the first Potter to
have a stuffed dragon. You can find it at www.sugarquill.net on the ProfessorÕs
shelf.
And yes, I do know the Monty
Python reference for ÒperilÓ. Makes me giggle every time.