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Harry was walking through the forbidden forest, resurrection stone firmly in his grasp, hiding under the invisibility cloak until just the right time. Fleetingly, he thought about the life he was leaving behind, the future that couldn’t be. He thought about the days spent in the grass by the black lake and the feel of Ginny’s lips. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to wallow for a moment more. Just then, as if thinking of her summoned her to him, he heard her voice through the tree line. She was screaming frantically for him to come back to her. He was desperately trying to find a way to get her quiet down, to turn around and leave when he saw a green spell shoot out at her and hit her square in the chest. Her screams died in her throat. He throws the cloak off of himself as he jumps to cover her and he hears someone say “Harry. Harry. HARRY. Wake up!”—
Ginny was shaking him awake and saying his name firmly. He opened his eyes, reaching for his glasses and wand, then scanning the room. Ginny was eyeing him warily, waiting for reality to set in as she did most nights. The nightmares had decreased since she moved in, but they’d also started to change. Harry privately wondered if she’s so present in all of his dreams, normal, nightmares and frankly really pleasant ones, because her smell and touch was everywhere now as he was sleeping. She would pull him in as she fell asleep and stayed latched to him all night. “Are you alright?” Ginny asked sleepily. Harry nodded and said “I had a nightmare about you. Well about… the forbidden forest and that night but you came before I could make it…”
Ginny frowned for a moment and then looked at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “A nightmare about me? Did I look hot in it? Out of 10, how’d you rate dream me?” She teased, lately she’d found that flirting with him was just about the best way to ease the tension. Sometimes she could pull him out of a funk before he could start.
He smiled crookedly at her. “10 for sure, but even still dream Ginny doesn’t even compare to just woke up Ginny.” He said as he reached for her.
“Sweet talker,” she said into his mouth as they kissed, his hands tangled in her hair. The nightmare was soon forgotten in favor of a much more pleasant daydream.