Disclaimer: I obviously don't own any of the Harry Potter empire. It is in the capable hands of J.K. Rowling. However, I am going to be borrowing the fabulous characters for a little adventure. J
A/N: I'm finally back with the revised and updated Reveil du Reve!!! If you don't already know, this is the first Harry Potter fanfic I ever started writing and unfortunately after OOtP came out I had to put it on hiatus for a while. I'm now back and I've edited it a bit so it should be even better than before. I tried to fit what I already had into cannon as close as possible. In some places I couldn't without getting rid of a huge section, so I hope you understand when it veers into AU. I've also written two new chapters that I will be posting shortly. I hope you enjoy and I can't wait to hear what you think!
Réveil du Rêve (Waking from the Dream)
It was an unusually cold Saturday afternoon in September and the students of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry put their attention toward ways to entertain themselves. Most of them braved the chill to go to Hogsmeade, while others were catching up on homework in the library. A few of the remaining students were hanging around the common rooms talking and playing exploding snap.
Ginny Weasley curled up in the corner of a comfortable couch in the Gryffindor common room. Her Divination homework lay on the floor, forgotten. She leaned against the arm of the scarlet couch and hugged a small gold pillow as fire blazed in front of her. This particular couch was often used as a place to warm up on cold winter days, to cuddle with a current love, or to do homework and talk with friends. Some used it as a place to think. Ginny used it as a place to forget.
The flames jumped and danced, changing colors and shades.
"Hey Gin," said a familiar voice behind her, a voice that had been in her most wonderful dreams and, unfortunately, her most horrid nightmares.
"Hey Harry," Ginny responded flatly as the 6th year Gryffindor boy sat on the couch with her.
Ginny continued to stare into the fire. Watching the elegance and power of the flames, she tried to lose herself. Watching the gold, crimson, and azure lick at the at the wood in the fireplace, she tried to forget.
Minutes went by in silence.
"Ginny," Harry Potter said softly, "are you okay?"
Ginny turned toward Harry, feeling slightly guilty that she had been ignoring him. Concern shone in his emerald green eyes.
Well, it's for his own good, Ginny thought to herself.
"I'm fine," she responded evenly while turning back to the fire.
Harry continued to look at Ginny closely, as though he were trying to look into her soul. Trying to figure her out.
Harry didn't believe that she was fine. Far from it. Ginny wasn't looking well. Her brown eyes looked bloodshot and tired. He missed their familiar sparkle. Her face looked unusually pale and her red hair hung limply around her face. He tried to bring it up to Ron yesterday, but Ron just looked at him like he was crazy. The subject was dropped.
Ginny might have been looking at the fire, but she felt Harry's gaze on her just the same. She felt her inner strength starting to buckle.
"I'm just not sleeping well lately, that's all. I'm a little tired," Ginny offered as she turned back to face him. It wasn't a total lie. Not that it was the complete truth either.
"Oh, okay," Harry said standing up to leave. He wasn't going to push her. "But if you ever need to talk..." He trailed off awkwardly.
"Thanks Harry," she said with a smile. A soft smile that reached her eyes.
"Yeah, well, um, I said I'd go meet Ron by the quidditch pitch, to help him practice. He's a little nervous with the season starting up again..." Harry paused for a moment until an idea occured to him, "Did you want to come with? It might be more help for Ron to go against an actual Chaser."
"It's okay Harry," Ginny said, "I have loads of homework to finish. Otherwise I would." She gestured to the pile on the floor.
"Make sure you work him hard though," she continued with a smirk, "My brother won't turn into a prime keeper overnight. He needs all the help he can get."
Harry smiled. This was more like the Ginny he knew. Smiling and cracking jokes.
"Okay," he said as he pushed away the strands of jet black hair that had fallen in his eyes, "Well, I'll see you later then."
"'Kay. Bye Harry," Ginny responded, trying not to notice how his eyes sparkled in the firelight.
"And Ginny," Harry started as his eyes took on a more serious look, "Don't forget that-"
"I know," Ginny interrupted with a sigh, "If I ever need to talk to someone..."
Her voice trailed off as her brown eyes looked up into his green.
It's almost like one of those muggle romance novels, Ginny thought as she saw the firelight play off of Harry's eyes and felt the familiar butterflies resurfacing in her stomach, the heroine even has a secret.
At that thought Ginny broke off eye contact with Harry, remembering why their conversation had come about in the first place. She looked away for a second, regaining her composure. Deep breath, she thought to herself, you can do this.
When Ginny looked back to Harry she had smile plastered on her face.
"Have fun whipping Ron into shape, Harry. I have to get back to Divination. I'll talk to you later." At that Ginny picked up her books, opened them and suddenly became engrossed in the material. Harry didn't have a clue as to what had just happened.
One minute he had been looking into Ginny's eyes, thinking how amazing a color brown really was. It reminded him of chocolate and earth and the branches of a broomstick. And he saw the firelight shining off her eyes. And just when he felt like he was about to discover something, a flash of fear sprinted across Ginny's eyes and she turned away.
A second later she turned back with a fake smile on her face saying something about Ron and Divination and she plopped back down on the couch and went back to ignoring him.
"Girls," Harry muttered as he grabbed his broom and started toward the portrait opening.