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Batch 47 - The Phantom Librarian
Spewing out too many words since November 2003
fernwithy
fernwithy
Batch 47
If I remember correctly, when Harry talked to Ron and Hermione about whether or not to lend Teddy the stone, he said something about a "dream". Can I have that "dream"?
for Anon

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Harry found himself at the gate of the cemetery where his parents were buried.

He didn't come here often, even in dreams like this. The moldering bones might have gone to dust by now, at least for Mum and Dad. And it was too easy to close his eyes and see Remus and Tonks lying there beside them, the flesh falling gradually away from them, turning their faces into frozen grimaces. It wasn't a place that brought him any peace. He'd noticed long ago that Teddy had started avoiding visits as well, as soon as he understood what Death meant for his parents.

As a result, the last time Harry had been here had been before James's birth, and in the dream, he was that young man again, a man with a wedding band that was still shiny, with beveled edges that looked crisp and clean. The trees had been autumn bare then, and they were again.

Everything, in fact, was the same, except that a miniature of Mum and Dad's cottage had replaced their gravestone, and next door to it was the Shrieking Shack, also in miniature.

After the Daedalus Maze, Harry found it difficult to even be surprised by this. He knelt down between the graves, and put a hand on each house. "I'm sorry," he said. "I guess I didn't do too well with Teddy this year."

An upper window of the cottage opened, and Mum leaned out. She had on the kerchief Ginny wore when she was cleaning in the attic, and was carrying a duster made from phoenix feathers. "Harry!" she said, and smiled. "Why don't you come to the garden? I'd say for tea, but I imagine that wouldn't be a wise idea."

"What do you mean?"

"Teddy could explain," Mum said. "Just come through the gate." She pointed at a six inch high gate, where Harry could see, in miniature, all the well-wishes that people had left him during the war.

"I don't think I'll fit," he said.

"Rubbish. You'd best hurry, or your father and Sirius will have run off on a Snorkack hunt."

"I hunt Snorkacks," Harry said. "With Ron and Hermione. At least we used to, before the children came. Dad and Sirius never hunted Snorkacks."

Mum laughed and ducked back inside, closing the window without saying anything else.

Feeling ridiculous, but knowing he was supposed to, Harry lowered one finger down to the gate, and gently prodded up the latch. It opened, and he found himself on a narrow, cobbled path, the house full-sized beside him. Beyond the gate, he could see a long, cairn-shaped hill that was the tomb of a giant. He shook his head and moved forward.

"He made it!" Sirius said, leaning back and looking around the side of the house. "See, James, I told you he would."

Harry came around the corner. Dad and Sirius were sitting in Aunt Petunia's ornate little garden chairs, though they had them turned backwards, and were leaning on the tops with their knees comfortably out to either side. Dad waved his hand and a third chair zoomed in. Harry sat in it. "Am I back in the Maze?" he asked.

"No," Dad said. "Just a dream."

"And I'm not dead again?"

"Do you feel dead?" Sirius asked.

Harry examined himself. He felt none of the odd sense of presence/non-presence that he'd felt after Voldemort had killed him. He just felt a little disoriented, much as he had when he'd seen Cedric in the Daedalus Maze. "No," he said.

"Well, then, as long as that's settled," Dad said, "you and Teddy seem to have got into a scrape."

"It was worse for Teddy than for me," Harry told him.

"Doesn't look that way," Sirius said. "Teddy's moving around a bit. Slowly, but he is moving. You, on the other hand, are lying flat on your back in bed, and you couldn't lift your arm in the real world if you tried. Go ahead, try."

Harry shook his head. "I don't think so."

Sirius shrugged, He reached down and skimmed his hand over the garden's ground. Between the rose bushes and lilies, there were hundreds of round, black, shiny stones. He picked one of them up, and tossed it away. "No, that's not it."

"The Resurrection Stone is on my side of the line," Harry said.

"Seems to me that something like that would have to exist on both sides," Dad mused. "But I understand what you mean. If I could just go to the Forbidden Forest here--which isn't all that difficult--I'd scoop it up and have a day outing to a Quidditch game. I'd probably take your children."

"What about me?" Harry asked. "I like Quidditch." He shook his head. "But you couldn't take the children. I don't want death touching them quite yet. I wish I could have kept it away from Teddy."

"You weren't the one who introduced them," Sirius said grimly. "You weren't even given a choice in the matter." He nodded toward the Shrieking Shack, and Harry looked over toward that garden. Remus and Tonks were huddled there together, and he could see them very clearly, even though he was at a great distance from them.

"It wasn't their fault," Harry said. "They were only trying to help me. I shouldn't have let them."

"He says that as though he had a choice." Dad rolled his eyes extravagantly. "They know it was their choice. Teddy knows it as well. Why else would he hate them?"

"He doesn't!" Harry cried, standing up. "Of course he doesn't hate them. He... he..."

The figures in the garden at the Shrieking Shack changed, became the demonic forms Teddy had given them in the Maze. The house burst apart silently and Harry jumped back away from the debris, which was now tiny, no bigger than matchsticks. He was standing again on the graves, Mum and Dad's cottage damaged on one side, the Shrieking Shack demolished on the other. Beneath it, he could see the gravestone that he and Andromeda had erected lying flat on the grass, but only the Bible verse she'd chosen, "Justice, justice, shall ye pursue," could be seen. The verse he had chosen--"For Thou art with me"--was buried under a pile of wreckage. Leading away from the gravestone, forming the path that had once led to the front door, was a line of shiny black stones with the sign of the Hallows etched into them.

He got to his feet, shaking his head, and looked toward the graves of Dumbledore's family, thinking vaguely that Dumbledore might appear and advise him, but instead, he just saw Tonks standing in the distance--Tonks as she had been on the night she'd rescued him from the Hogwarts Express: pale and grave, with lank brown hair and tired, wounded eyes. Again, he could see her clearly despite the distance. She blinked at him slowly and hopelessly, then turned on her heel and disappeared.

Harry tried to struggle forward, but he was coming back into his own damaged body now, and it was like trying to walk through ice. He managed to open his eyes. The room was full of shadows. Night was falling. At the window, he saw, very clearly, Remus Lupin, looking out across the courtyard, his face turned up to the full moon. He turned slightly toward Harry, then vanished.

A few minutes later, the torches came to life, and Andromeda was back with potions and spells that dissipated the Maze damage, and made everything that had happened seem far away.

Except for the part where he could still see it clearly, and there was no one to advise him as to what to do.


ginny with remus and/or sirius and probably during ootp
for under_crisis

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Ginny prowled the corridors of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place.

Upstairs, Harry had hidden himself away in the room he'd been sharing with Ron, and he hadn't spoken more than a word to anyone since they'd got back from St. Mungo's.

She ground her teeth, wanting to shake Mad-Eye Moody for making that "possession" comment. If it was true, it wasn't like any possession Ginny had ever heard of, let alone experienced, and no one had even bothered to examine it. For that matter, if they were thinking in terms of possession by You-Know-Who, why hadn't they bothered talking to her? She was the only one he'd possessed lately, and maybe she could have been of help...

Frustrated, she stormed into the parlor and pulled a pile of scrap parchment from a desk drawer. She hadn't been particularly fond of recording her own experiences with quill and parchment since she'd had to be rescued from her own diary, but perhaps if she started to write things down, she could force the Order to look at it and maybe then they'd make use of it, and someone would tell Harry that he wasn't off being possessed by a psychopath.

She rummaged for ink and a quill, then settled down, gritted her teeth, and began to make a list.

1. Gaps in time. When I was possessed, I kept losing hours. Has Harry lost hours? He doesn't look like it. Never saw him wandering around wondering how he got someplace, anyway.
2. Hiding things. Blood on my robes, feathers. Hid them so no one would ask. Has Harry been hiding things? Ask Ron; don't think so.
3. Strange things happening around me. Attacks on Colin, Justin, Nick, Hermione, Penelope, et cetera. Has anything strange happened at Hogwarts? Umbridge, but that can't be traced to Harry. Strange things all outside of school.
4.


"Ginny?"

She turned her head and looked over her shoulder, instinctively covering up what she was writing. "Sirius," she said. "I was... well..."

"Writing a diary?"

"God, no," Ginny said, and shuddered.

He winced. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking."

"It's all right." She sighed and moved her arm. "Actually, I was writing about my diary. Moody thinks Harry's possessed." She stopped. "Oh. I... Oh, I shouldn't have admitted knowing that."

"I won't ask how you found out," Sirius said. "That's your business. We're being too damned secretive as it is. If I were the lot of you, I'd be trying to get around it as well."

"Oh."

"So what have you been writing about writing?"

Ginny turned the list around, and Sirius picked it up.

He frowned. "Interesting. So, you think he's not possessed?"

"I know he's not possessed," Ginny said. "Not that he'll listen to me when he's busy being melodramatically obsessed with the idea."

Sirius let out a brief bark of laughter, then sat down in an overstuffed chair beside the desk. He scanned her list again. "You're very cool-headed about this."

"I'm still angry about it," Ginny told him. "I want some payback. So, if there's anything I can tell anyone at all about it, I'll talk. At length."

"Ha. I like you."

"Er... thanks."

Sirius sat back and put his feet up on an ottoman he Summoned. "As I understand the story, you actually threw the diary away. How did you do that?"

"I tried the toilet, but it flooded the tank instead of going down into the lake."

"I mean, how did you put yourself together enough to try it?"

"I don't know. I started to realize what was happening, and I... well, I had to try, didn't I?"

"Can't argue with that," Sirius said easily.

Ginny turned the chair and pulled one knee up to her chin. "Sirius... did Professor Lupin tell you what I told him about?"

"I sincerely doubt it. Moony's fanatical about keeping confidences. A fact I really ought to have remembered fourteen years ago." He grimaced.

"Oh. I just told him about being possessed. And how it felt, and how when the Dementors were there, I could hear Tom Riddle laughing at me. If the subject of possession happens to come up in an Order meeting, you might mention that."

"I'll keep it in mind--should the subject 'happen' to come up."

Ginny let out her breath explosively and stood up to go to the window. "When the battles happen, I'd best not be useless. After everything, I want to do something."

"I know exactly how you feel."

"I didn't even get myself out of it. I had to wait for Harry to rescue me in the end, you know. Not very self-reliant. Not at all like witches in my favorite stories."

"I wouldn't worry about that," Sirius said. "Given that half the adult wizarding world thinks he saved them from Voldemort at fifteen months old, and the Order seems to think he's going to do it again with about as much working information, I'd say one single rescue puts you ahead of the curve."

Ginny smiled. "Still, I feel like I oughtn't have needed rescuing. Like I should have done something more."

"Which is why you're writing your list," Sirius said. He handed it back to her. "And I believe I'll leave you to it. Give us everything you know, and I will personally make sure we use it whenever we're doing something to take the bastard down." He stood and bowed. "Good day, Miss Weasley."

She nodded and grinned. "Good day, Mr. Black."


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From: severely_lupine Date: February 9th, 2009 06:59 am (UTC) (Link)
Yeah, what you describe there in the first part of the first one, about picturing the bodies decomposing--that's why I prefer cremation. When my dog died recently, I couldn't even bear to think of her under the ground. Just get it all over at once.

I really liked the second one. Although that may be because I'm secretly a Sirius/Ginny shipper.
rotae From: rotae Date: February 9th, 2009 07:56 am (UTC) (Link)
My mother wants to be buried in a decomposing box planted vertically in the ground with a tree on her head. LOL. I kinda like that idea... using your body to nurture another :)

Peace,
Rotae
chrischewscud From: chrischewscud Date: February 9th, 2009 07:28 am (UTC) (Link)
Wow. That's quite a dream for Harry.

It was nice to see that Sirius and Ginny got along! Even if he and Molly wouldn't have gotten along as in-laws, it looks like he and Ginny would've been quite fun.
arcaneblades From: arcaneblades Date: February 9th, 2009 07:30 am (UTC) (Link)
Ginny and Sirius were lovely together. I'd love to see more of them. Just gen, mind, as I don't generally ship Sirius with that generation. But I like the way he seems more willing to respect the opinions and needs of the younger generation.
rotae From: rotae Date: February 9th, 2009 07:58 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, Fern, your dream sequences are always so brilliant <333

You almost finished with these btw? How's it going? :D

Peace,
Rotae
tree_and_leaf From: tree_and_leaf Date: February 9th, 2009 08:02 am (UTC) (Link)
I love the Sirus and Ginny one - a reminder both of what Ginny went through, and how strong she was to recover for it (and to manage to throw the diary away), and that Sirius could be perceptive and helpful. Makes a nice parallel to some of his conversations with Harry.
malinbe From: malinbe Date: February 9th, 2009 03:22 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, that was a powerful dream. All those beautiful and terrible images, and that deep symbolism... it was excellent. I loved the idea of the Stone being in both worlds... and James using it for a quidditch outing. Awesome.

And I want to hug Sirius so much, because he was such a great person and so broke... I also like that little voyage into fourteen year old Ginny. I think it's awesome that she's embarased she had to rescued- I would be too. She is such a strong person.

Thanks!
under_crisis From: under_crisis Date: February 9th, 2009 03:25 pm (UTC) (Link)
i think i got confused about the first one... that means i have to reread DM then. nevertheless, you own the dream sequence fern. it's haphazard and irrational yet makes perfect sense. and finally lily shows up.

i'm glad you chose that particular event for my request. it's a missing moment that has no chance of being canoned, yay! besides, all those reasons cited by ginny wouldn't have occurred to her only when she confronted harry; she would have thought about it and validated it somehow. and i don't know what i was really expecting out of this, but i'm glad that you didn't touch the romance angle at all (meaning ginny and harry). we all know sirius is such a hopeless tease, but fortunately all his energies were taken up with remus and tonks and not with teenage crushes.

it's almost the end of the line, and i'm excited about what's next :) thanks a bunch fern!
summoner_lenne9 From: summoner_lenne9 Date: February 9th, 2009 06:46 pm (UTC) (Link)
Wow to the first one. Though it took me a bit to understand what you meant about the 'its on my side of the line'. .. line. But I guess there is always this sense of needing someone to tell you if what you're doing is right, and still after all these years Harry's distraught that he doesn't have that.

Well, he could, if he used the stone also, which he never would. Hmmm.

On another note- I counted- only 23 left! Go Fern! You're almost there! *CHEERLEADING MODE, NOW OVER* No, really, when you've finished up this INSANE challenge call I'm going to put everything into word, so I can tell you how many words you've written, and how many per day you've averaged, and how many pages long it is, and etc. Because I'm wondering o_0.
darth_pipes From: darth_pipes Date: February 10th, 2009 12:08 am (UTC) (Link)
Great stories, Fern!
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