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why_me_why_notTitle: Picking Up the Pieces
Author: why_me_why_not
Rating: PG, for now at least
Summary: Draco & Harry are thrown together after both face situations that have turned their lives upside down. Will they become friends themselves?
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it's not mine. I don't own the characters. I just borrow them and let them play around in my head (as long as I get to watch). No copyright infringement or disrespect intended. Please don't sue b/c I have less than nothing.
A/N: links to previous chapters under cut
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Draco woke up to what sounded an awful lot like crying. He looked around the room, startled. It was still dark, probably several hours away from dawn. His eyes landed on the other bed—and the source of the noise. The sounds weren’t loud, but Draco glanced toward the door anyway. He knew Remus had extremely advanced hearing (the day before he had overheard Draco and Harry having a heated discussion from the opposite side of the house) and figured he’d be in here to see what was wrong. When the door didn’t open, Draco rolled his eyes and tossed back the covers. There was no way he was going to be able to go back to sleep with Potter carrying on like a little girl.
Draco quickly crossed the room, spitting out “Potter!” in a harsh whisper. “Potter! What’s wrong with you?” As he drew up next to the bed, he noticed Harry’s eyes were closed, his face flushed, and he was thrashing his head back and forth on the bed, having apparently knocked the pillow onto the floor.
Draco frowned. Harry was dreaming. Or having a nightmare. He would have smirked with the relief that he was not the only one susceptible to nightmares, or the knowledge that he now had blackmail material on Potter, but it actually worried him that whatever Harry was dreaming was upsetting him. Irrational fear was one thing; sadness, which was probably a great deal more rational, was something completely different. Draco reached down to shake his not-enemy awake but stopped short when he heard Harry’s barely whispered words. “I’m sorry…I’m so so sorry, Sirius. I didn’t mean to.”
Draco gave Harry’s shoulder a hard push. “Hey, Potter! Harry! Wake up!” he ordered.
Harry’s eyes flickered open and were slightly glazed with confusion when he tried to focus on Draco. “Malfoy?”
“You were talking in your sleep. Keeping me awake,” Draco said gruffly, stepping back from the bed and crossing his arms over his chest.
Harry rubbed his face with his hands as he sat up and pulled his knees close to his chest, wrapping his arms around them. “I’m sorry. I thought I had cast a silencing charm.”
He looked like a lost little boy, and Draco thought of himself as a child, before the nightmares were forbidden, when the only comfort he had came from a house elf who would spell the curtains in his room so that they always cast a glimmer of moonlight across the bed, no matter if the moon was actually visible or not. Then he thought of Harry as a little boy locked in a cupboard in the dark while his relatives sat just outside the door enjoying their lives. Draco sighed and sank down onto the edge of Harry’s bed. “Do you think he can hear you?” he asked softly.
Harry wondered if he was still dreaming, or if perhaps Draco had fallen out of bed and hit his head. “What are you going on about? Do I think who can hear me?”
“Black. You were talking to him in your dream, and I heard you the other day when I was coming back from the shower talking to him. Well, that time it sounded like you were having a discussion with him about Remus, but tonight you were just apologizing. Are you really cracked like everyone kept saying last year? Or do you really think he can hear you?”
Harry was silent for a long while. Draco studied the floor and almost jumped when Harry finally spoke. “I miss him. It was my fault he died, and I never even got to say goodbye. Just like my parents. Even though I was too young to remember them properly, I don’t know where they are buried or even if they received a proper funeral. I never got to say goodbye to any of them. It’s not fair.” He was silent for a long time, absently toying with the fringe on the bedcovers. “Sirius was the first person who never lied to me. He didn’t keep things from me, like the others do. I know that they claim to be protecting me or else they're just manipulating me, using me, but Sirius told me more truth than anyone in my whole life. And I didn't listen to him. If I would have trusted him to be the adult, he would still be alive. But I didn’t trust him, and it got him killed, and it got my friends hurt. I don’t know if he can hear me, but I keep hoping he can. Maybe he can give me some advice on what I’m supposed to do from here.”
“Why don’t you have a memorial service for him? When I was younger, I remember one of my distant cousins was killed by a misfired hex. There was nothing left of him. Mother helped organize a memorial service for him, called it 'closure' or some such nonsense.”
“We can’t hold a memorial service. Sirius was still a wanted man when he fell. A memorial service would be like waltzing up to the Ministry and saying ‘oh yeah, by the way, we knew where escaped convict Black was the entire time, but he’s gone now so no harm done.’ Everyone involved would probably be arrested!”
“But it doesn't have to be public. Even if it’s just you and Remus and the Weasleys, you can do something, right?”
Harry shook his head. “No. We can’t risk Remus’s position at Hogwarts. He has a rough enough time of it anyway, what with being a werewolf and all. And Mr. Weasley already has enough enemies at the Ministry, and he really needs his job.”
“Oh, well, I don’t know then.” Draco fiddled with the hem of his pajama shirt. “So, has he given you any advice?” he teased, hoping to lighten the mood.
Harry bit his lip to stop a grin. “Well, you remember that hex I threw at you this morning while we were dueling?”
Draco’s eyes narrowed. “The tickling charm?"
“Yeah, Rictusempra. Well, I didn’t exactly hear Sirius’s voice in my head or anything, but I remember a conversation he and I had last Christmas when he said I should try that curse on you because rolling around laughing would mess up your hair something awful and you’d freak out about it.”
Draco glared. “That is so not funny.” He stood up and stretched. “So, are you okay? Because I’m tired and I’d really like to go back to bed without having to worry about you waking me up again.”
“Honestly? No I’m not okay, and I hate that question. But I’ll try not to wake you up again.”
“Good. But if you do, why don’t you make it a nightmare or something good instead of crying, ok?” Draco picked Harry’s pillow up off the floor and tossed it at Harry.
“Yeah, okay. Goodnight, Malfoy.”
Draco climbed back into bed and nestled back down into the cocoon of his blankets. “Oh, and Harry? As a gesture of our not-friend status, I’ll promise that I’ll never lie to you. I don’t mind being the one to tell you that you’re an obnoxious prat with no coordination and abysmal social skills! If you want honesty, just come to me, okay?”
Harry laughed as he settled back down in his own bed. “Draco, shut up and go to sleep!”
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Harry entered the kitchen, rubbing his eyes sleepily, with Draco dragging behind him, stifling a yawn. Remus looked up from the stove. “Which one of you cast the silencing charm last night?” he asked.
Harry and Draco looked at each other. “I did,” Harry admitted. “But I was really tired and apparently didn’t get it right. It was supposed to go around my bed but it didn’t work so I assumed it had failed altogether.”
“Well, it worked. It created a complete sound barrier around your room. Apparently it didn’t let any noise in or out. Sirius teach you that?” He laughed when Harry nodded. “Yeah, he rather liked that, used to drive your dad nuts that Sirius really couldn’t hear him in the mornings when he was trying to get us up. I figured something was wrong when you two didn’t get up with Karissa. Why did you put a silencing charm anyway?”
“Um, well, because I talk in my sleep and didn’t want to disturb anyone?” Harry offered hesitantly.
“I would think that after everything last year you would know that it may be important for someone to wake you up from your nightmares, Harry,” Remus admonished. “I don’t think a silencing charm is such a good idea.”
“Are you okay, Karissa?” Draco asked, pulling out his chair next to her. “I’m sorry we didn’t hear you.”
“That’s okay. It was the same dream anyway. But it doesn’t bother me as much as it did the first time because Harry kept calling you ‘Draco’ instead of ‘Malfoy’ like he really does so I knew it wasn’t real. But for some reason it seems like screaming was the only way for me to wake up.”
Draco reached over and ruffled her hair. “Still, I feel bad for not hearing you. We’ll have to work something out in case you have nightmares at school.”
“Oh, I’m sure she’ll make friends soon enough and that’ll help. I’ll be sure to have a talk with her Head-of-House this evening, though. Just as a precaution. And she can always find one or both of you at breakfast if she needs to talk about it.” Remus passed a plate to each of the others and took a seat beside Harry, sipping a cup of tea. “I take it you didn’t have any other dreams after that?”
“Only one,” Karissa answered. “But it wasn’t scary or anything. Just a little hazy. Harry and I were standing near the end of a train and this boy came rushing past us chasing a toad and the toad jumped off the train and Harry reached out and kept the boy from falling then said something and the toad kind of flew right to him.”
Before anyone had time to answer her, they were interrupted by the doorbell. “That would be Tonks,” Remus told them, pushing away from the table. “I trust all your trunks are packed and ready to go?” Draco, Harry, and Karissa nodded. “Well then, I will summon those while you finish eating. We need to get going; it’s a long walk to Kings Cross Station.”
After he had left the room, the three hurriedly finished cleaned their plates and cleared them away. “So if you two don’t really get along, does that mean we can’t all sit together on the train?” Karissa asked.
“Actually, delicia, you’ll need to stick with Potter. I’m a prefect so I’ll have a prefect’s meeting first thing. I probably won’t see you until the feast. Remember what we talked about? Everything that happened this past week needs to stay between us. Okay?” Draco smirked at Harry. “Of course, I don’t know how Potter will feel about being seen with a first-year so you’ll have to ask him that.”
“Malfoy, unlike you, I don’t worry about things like year or social standing when choosing my friends.”
“Ah yes, of course. Last year you ended up sitting with Loony Lovegood on the train to Hogwarts, didn’t you?”
“Luna turned out to be an excellent friend. You could choose yours a little more wisely.”
“Whatever, Potter.”
Both Draco and Harry noticed that their exchange bordered more on friendly banter than the venom-laced insults that had previously peppered their exchanges. Would it be that noticeable to everyone that The-Boy-Who-Lived and the Prince-of-Darkness were no longer enemies?
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The walk to Kings Cross Station was mostly silent. Karissa walked with Draco and Tonks on one side of her and Harry and Remus on the other. Their trunks and school robes had been shrunk to fit into the pockets of their Muggle clothing. Karissa was growing nervous at facing an entirely new world. Harry was wondering what type of reception he was going to get from the friends he hadn’t responded to all summer. Draco was trying to guess how many hexes he was going to have to avoid before he even got to school.
When they reached the barrier that would take them to Platform 9 ¾, Harry and Tonks went through first. Draco waited a few minutes after that. He crossed the barrier and nodded slightly at Harry before heading in the opposite direction. Karissa and Remus came last, and as soon as they joined Harry and Tonks on the platform, they were surrounded by redheads and Harry found himself being smothered by several of his friends. Everyone was talking at once. “Are you okay?” “Harry, why haven’t you wrote me back?” “How are you, Harry?” “Why didn’t you come to the Burrow instead of Grimmauld Place?”
“Whoa, whoa, everyone just back up and give him some room!” Remus ordered with a laugh. “You have a whole year to catch up and I’m sure Harry will answer all your questions. But for now we have to hurry or we’re going to miss the train!” They had timed it so that they arrived at the platform with only minutes to spare. Mrs. Weasley hugged everyone at least once, and Tonks hugged Harry and Karissa before Remus was pulling them all towards the train. Once on board, Ron dragged Hermione toward the front car where the Prefects meeting would be held while she called out a promise to Harry that she would find him in a bit so they could talk. Remus followed them, stating that Professor Dumbledore had asked him to speak to the Prefects before they reached Hogwarts.
As the train pulled away from the station, Harry turned to Ginny. “I guess we should find a compartment, huh?”
“Luna is supposed to be saving us one. She—“ Ginny stopped as Neville rushed past them, chasing after his toad.
Without thinking, Harry followed as the toad leaped out the rear door of the train and over the railing. He reached out a hand and grabbed the back of Neville’s shirt, keeping him from leaning too far over the edge after the toad. Harry aimed his wand at the toad and said “Accio Trevor!” As the words left his mouth, he met Karissa’s wide-eyed gaze and remembered what she had told them at breakfast. The surprised toad had landed in the palm of his hand, and he turned to nudge Neville back into the train. “Come on, let’s go find Luna.”
Several minutes later, they were settled in a compartment and Harry had properly introduced Karissa to Ginny, Luna, and Neville. She tried to smile at them but she was obviously shaken up. Harry leaned over to whisper to her, "Hey, kiddo, it's okay. Remember your other dream can't be real because I always say 'Malfoy' instead of 'Draco', right? If it makes you feel better, you can find me every morning and tell me every one of your dreams, okay? If we would have had time this morning, I could have told you that Neville loses Trevor every year. It's not a big deal."
Karissa nodded but Harry could see the lingering fear in her eyes. She curled up into the space between Harry and Ginny on the bench, using Harry for a pillow and her cloak for a blanket, and drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 13
Author: why_me_why_not
Rating: PG, for now at least
Summary: Draco & Harry are thrown together after both face situations that have turned their lives upside down. Will they become friends themselves?
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it's not mine. I don't own the characters. I just borrow them and let them play around in my head (as long as I get to watch). No copyright infringement or disrespect intended. Please don't sue b/c I have less than nothing.
A/N: links to previous chapters under cut
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11
Draco woke up to what sounded an awful lot like crying. He looked around the room, startled. It was still dark, probably several hours away from dawn. His eyes landed on the other bed—and the source of the noise. The sounds weren’t loud, but Draco glanced toward the door anyway. He knew Remus had extremely advanced hearing (the day before he had overheard Draco and Harry having a heated discussion from the opposite side of the house) and figured he’d be in here to see what was wrong. When the door didn’t open, Draco rolled his eyes and tossed back the covers. There was no way he was going to be able to go back to sleep with Potter carrying on like a little girl.
Draco quickly crossed the room, spitting out “Potter!” in a harsh whisper. “Potter! What’s wrong with you?” As he drew up next to the bed, he noticed Harry’s eyes were closed, his face flushed, and he was thrashing his head back and forth on the bed, having apparently knocked the pillow onto the floor.
Draco frowned. Harry was dreaming. Or having a nightmare. He would have smirked with the relief that he was not the only one susceptible to nightmares, or the knowledge that he now had blackmail material on Potter, but it actually worried him that whatever Harry was dreaming was upsetting him. Irrational fear was one thing; sadness, which was probably a great deal more rational, was something completely different. Draco reached down to shake his not-enemy awake but stopped short when he heard Harry’s barely whispered words. “I’m sorry…I’m so so sorry, Sirius. I didn’t mean to.”
Draco gave Harry’s shoulder a hard push. “Hey, Potter! Harry! Wake up!” he ordered.
Harry’s eyes flickered open and were slightly glazed with confusion when he tried to focus on Draco. “Malfoy?”
“You were talking in your sleep. Keeping me awake,” Draco said gruffly, stepping back from the bed and crossing his arms over his chest.
Harry rubbed his face with his hands as he sat up and pulled his knees close to his chest, wrapping his arms around them. “I’m sorry. I thought I had cast a silencing charm.”
He looked like a lost little boy, and Draco thought of himself as a child, before the nightmares were forbidden, when the only comfort he had came from a house elf who would spell the curtains in his room so that they always cast a glimmer of moonlight across the bed, no matter if the moon was actually visible or not. Then he thought of Harry as a little boy locked in a cupboard in the dark while his relatives sat just outside the door enjoying their lives. Draco sighed and sank down onto the edge of Harry’s bed. “Do you think he can hear you?” he asked softly.
Harry wondered if he was still dreaming, or if perhaps Draco had fallen out of bed and hit his head. “What are you going on about? Do I think who can hear me?”
“Black. You were talking to him in your dream, and I heard you the other day when I was coming back from the shower talking to him. Well, that time it sounded like you were having a discussion with him about Remus, but tonight you were just apologizing. Are you really cracked like everyone kept saying last year? Or do you really think he can hear you?”
Harry was silent for a long while. Draco studied the floor and almost jumped when Harry finally spoke. “I miss him. It was my fault he died, and I never even got to say goodbye. Just like my parents. Even though I was too young to remember them properly, I don’t know where they are buried or even if they received a proper funeral. I never got to say goodbye to any of them. It’s not fair.” He was silent for a long time, absently toying with the fringe on the bedcovers. “Sirius was the first person who never lied to me. He didn’t keep things from me, like the others do. I know that they claim to be protecting me or else they're just manipulating me, using me, but Sirius told me more truth than anyone in my whole life. And I didn't listen to him. If I would have trusted him to be the adult, he would still be alive. But I didn’t trust him, and it got him killed, and it got my friends hurt. I don’t know if he can hear me, but I keep hoping he can. Maybe he can give me some advice on what I’m supposed to do from here.”
“Why don’t you have a memorial service for him? When I was younger, I remember one of my distant cousins was killed by a misfired hex. There was nothing left of him. Mother helped organize a memorial service for him, called it 'closure' or some such nonsense.”
“We can’t hold a memorial service. Sirius was still a wanted man when he fell. A memorial service would be like waltzing up to the Ministry and saying ‘oh yeah, by the way, we knew where escaped convict Black was the entire time, but he’s gone now so no harm done.’ Everyone involved would probably be arrested!”
“But it doesn't have to be public. Even if it’s just you and Remus and the Weasleys, you can do something, right?”
Harry shook his head. “No. We can’t risk Remus’s position at Hogwarts. He has a rough enough time of it anyway, what with being a werewolf and all. And Mr. Weasley already has enough enemies at the Ministry, and he really needs his job.”
“Oh, well, I don’t know then.” Draco fiddled with the hem of his pajama shirt. “So, has he given you any advice?” he teased, hoping to lighten the mood.
Harry bit his lip to stop a grin. “Well, you remember that hex I threw at you this morning while we were dueling?”
Draco’s eyes narrowed. “The tickling charm?"
“Yeah, Rictusempra. Well, I didn’t exactly hear Sirius’s voice in my head or anything, but I remember a conversation he and I had last Christmas when he said I should try that curse on you because rolling around laughing would mess up your hair something awful and you’d freak out about it.”
Draco glared. “That is so not funny.” He stood up and stretched. “So, are you okay? Because I’m tired and I’d really like to go back to bed without having to worry about you waking me up again.”
“Honestly? No I’m not okay, and I hate that question. But I’ll try not to wake you up again.”
“Good. But if you do, why don’t you make it a nightmare or something good instead of crying, ok?” Draco picked Harry’s pillow up off the floor and tossed it at Harry.
“Yeah, okay. Goodnight, Malfoy.”
Draco climbed back into bed and nestled back down into the cocoon of his blankets. “Oh, and Harry? As a gesture of our not-friend status, I’ll promise that I’ll never lie to you. I don’t mind being the one to tell you that you’re an obnoxious prat with no coordination and abysmal social skills! If you want honesty, just come to me, okay?”
Harry laughed as he settled back down in his own bed. “Draco, shut up and go to sleep!”
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Harry entered the kitchen, rubbing his eyes sleepily, with Draco dragging behind him, stifling a yawn. Remus looked up from the stove. “Which one of you cast the silencing charm last night?” he asked.
Harry and Draco looked at each other. “I did,” Harry admitted. “But I was really tired and apparently didn’t get it right. It was supposed to go around my bed but it didn’t work so I assumed it had failed altogether.”
“Well, it worked. It created a complete sound barrier around your room. Apparently it didn’t let any noise in or out. Sirius teach you that?” He laughed when Harry nodded. “Yeah, he rather liked that, used to drive your dad nuts that Sirius really couldn’t hear him in the mornings when he was trying to get us up. I figured something was wrong when you two didn’t get up with Karissa. Why did you put a silencing charm anyway?”
“Um, well, because I talk in my sleep and didn’t want to disturb anyone?” Harry offered hesitantly.
“I would think that after everything last year you would know that it may be important for someone to wake you up from your nightmares, Harry,” Remus admonished. “I don’t think a silencing charm is such a good idea.”
“Are you okay, Karissa?” Draco asked, pulling out his chair next to her. “I’m sorry we didn’t hear you.”
“That’s okay. It was the same dream anyway. But it doesn’t bother me as much as it did the first time because Harry kept calling you ‘Draco’ instead of ‘Malfoy’ like he really does so I knew it wasn’t real. But for some reason it seems like screaming was the only way for me to wake up.”
Draco reached over and ruffled her hair. “Still, I feel bad for not hearing you. We’ll have to work something out in case you have nightmares at school.”
“Oh, I’m sure she’ll make friends soon enough and that’ll help. I’ll be sure to have a talk with her Head-of-House this evening, though. Just as a precaution. And she can always find one or both of you at breakfast if she needs to talk about it.” Remus passed a plate to each of the others and took a seat beside Harry, sipping a cup of tea. “I take it you didn’t have any other dreams after that?”
“Only one,” Karissa answered. “But it wasn’t scary or anything. Just a little hazy. Harry and I were standing near the end of a train and this boy came rushing past us chasing a toad and the toad jumped off the train and Harry reached out and kept the boy from falling then said something and the toad kind of flew right to him.”
Before anyone had time to answer her, they were interrupted by the doorbell. “That would be Tonks,” Remus told them, pushing away from the table. “I trust all your trunks are packed and ready to go?” Draco, Harry, and Karissa nodded. “Well then, I will summon those while you finish eating. We need to get going; it’s a long walk to Kings Cross Station.”
After he had left the room, the three hurriedly finished cleaned their plates and cleared them away. “So if you two don’t really get along, does that mean we can’t all sit together on the train?” Karissa asked.
“Actually, delicia, you’ll need to stick with Potter. I’m a prefect so I’ll have a prefect’s meeting first thing. I probably won’t see you until the feast. Remember what we talked about? Everything that happened this past week needs to stay between us. Okay?” Draco smirked at Harry. “Of course, I don’t know how Potter will feel about being seen with a first-year so you’ll have to ask him that.”
“Malfoy, unlike you, I don’t worry about things like year or social standing when choosing my friends.”
“Ah yes, of course. Last year you ended up sitting with Loony Lovegood on the train to Hogwarts, didn’t you?”
“Luna turned out to be an excellent friend. You could choose yours a little more wisely.”
“Whatever, Potter.”
Both Draco and Harry noticed that their exchange bordered more on friendly banter than the venom-laced insults that had previously peppered their exchanges. Would it be that noticeable to everyone that The-Boy-Who-Lived and the Prince-of-Darkness were no longer enemies?
***** ***** ***** ***** *****
The walk to Kings Cross Station was mostly silent. Karissa walked with Draco and Tonks on one side of her and Harry and Remus on the other. Their trunks and school robes had been shrunk to fit into the pockets of their Muggle clothing. Karissa was growing nervous at facing an entirely new world. Harry was wondering what type of reception he was going to get from the friends he hadn’t responded to all summer. Draco was trying to guess how many hexes he was going to have to avoid before he even got to school.
When they reached the barrier that would take them to Platform 9 ¾, Harry and Tonks went through first. Draco waited a few minutes after that. He crossed the barrier and nodded slightly at Harry before heading in the opposite direction. Karissa and Remus came last, and as soon as they joined Harry and Tonks on the platform, they were surrounded by redheads and Harry found himself being smothered by several of his friends. Everyone was talking at once. “Are you okay?” “Harry, why haven’t you wrote me back?” “How are you, Harry?” “Why didn’t you come to the Burrow instead of Grimmauld Place?”
“Whoa, whoa, everyone just back up and give him some room!” Remus ordered with a laugh. “You have a whole year to catch up and I’m sure Harry will answer all your questions. But for now we have to hurry or we’re going to miss the train!” They had timed it so that they arrived at the platform with only minutes to spare. Mrs. Weasley hugged everyone at least once, and Tonks hugged Harry and Karissa before Remus was pulling them all towards the train. Once on board, Ron dragged Hermione toward the front car where the Prefects meeting would be held while she called out a promise to Harry that she would find him in a bit so they could talk. Remus followed them, stating that Professor Dumbledore had asked him to speak to the Prefects before they reached Hogwarts.
As the train pulled away from the station, Harry turned to Ginny. “I guess we should find a compartment, huh?”
“Luna is supposed to be saving us one. She—“ Ginny stopped as Neville rushed past them, chasing after his toad.
Without thinking, Harry followed as the toad leaped out the rear door of the train and over the railing. He reached out a hand and grabbed the back of Neville’s shirt, keeping him from leaning too far over the edge after the toad. Harry aimed his wand at the toad and said “Accio Trevor!” As the words left his mouth, he met Karissa’s wide-eyed gaze and remembered what she had told them at breakfast. The surprised toad had landed in the palm of his hand, and he turned to nudge Neville back into the train. “Come on, let’s go find Luna.”
Several minutes later, they were settled in a compartment and Harry had properly introduced Karissa to Ginny, Luna, and Neville. She tried to smile at them but she was obviously shaken up. Harry leaned over to whisper to her, "Hey, kiddo, it's okay. Remember your other dream can't be real because I always say 'Malfoy' instead of 'Draco', right? If it makes you feel better, you can find me every morning and tell me every one of your dreams, okay? If we would have had time this morning, I could have told you that Neville loses Trevor every year. It's not a big deal."
Karissa nodded but Harry could see the lingering fear in her eyes. She curled up into the space between Harry and Ginny on the bench, using Harry for a pillow and her cloak for a blanket, and drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 13
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