Chapter One: Return to Hell
The trip back to the Dursley's house was long and almost painful for Harry. All he could think about the entire trip was about Sirius falling through the veil. He couldn't wrap his head around the fact that he would never see his godfather again.
Harry leaned his head against the cold window as a lone tear slid down his face. He would never see or talk to Sirius again. Christmas at Grimmauld Place flashed into his mind, how Sirius was so full of life and so child like. He was so happy to just have people around and to be able to share something of himself with others. But now he wouldn't have that. All he would have was an unmarked gravestone.
Harry was jerked out of his depressing thoughts but the car door being slammed shut. Harry's head lifted off of the window to see his uncle storming into the house, the others following behind him. Harry sighed before he pulled himself out of the car and opened the trunk to get his belongings.
Harry trudged up the walk and into the house, not excited at all about the prospect of spending his summer with his relatives. He was struggled to get his trunk up the stairs with Hedwig's cage, but finally succeeding, he dropped his belongings on the floor before he landed face down on his poor excuse for a bed. All he wanted to do was forget everything that had happened.
Harry let go of Neville and watched in horror as Sirius began to fall backward. Harry wanted to scream for Sirius to catch himself before he fell completely. But no sound came out of his lips. Harry lurched forward when Sirius's eyes connected with his before he fell through the veil.
Harry tried to reach him, but a pair of strong arms held him back. He tried to get away, to help his godfather, but the arms wouldn't let go. Harry cried out when Sirius didn't reemerge from the veil. He felt his face become wet with his tears as he continued to struggle with the arms locked around him.
Harry was grabbed and shaken awake by his uncle, who was screaming at him to shut up/ Harry's eyes were gritty from sleep and the crying he had obviously been doing in his sleep.
"Shut up boy! I'm going to make you shut up!" Vernon yelled before his fist connected with Harry's stomach. Harry let out a groan of pain, but Vernon wasn't even near finished.
When Vernon left Harry's room, the teenager could not move. Harry just lay on his bed where his uncle had left him, broken. He had two busted ribs and he could already feel his face swelling up with bruising. His cheek felt broken, but Harry couldn't tell because his entire body hurt.
Harry groaned and shut his eyes, just trying to fall asleep again. It was a long time coming, but when he did fall asleep, it was not the nightmare he thought it would be.
Harry walked through a room, not exactly sure where he was. He looked around the room and it appeared that he was in some sort of bedroom. Harry furrowed his brow and walked around the room until he heard a door creak open. He turned around and was shocked to see Ginny standing in a doorway; her eyes showing the same confusion he knew were in his own.
"Ginny? What are you doing here?" Harry asked. Ginny slowly walked into the room and shut the door behind her.
"I don't know. All I remember is going to sleep and then I was having a…well a pleasant dream and then I was here." Ginny said, looking around her surroundings. She bit her lip when she saw the huge bed was the only furniture in the room besides a table that had a vase if lilies in it. Harry followed her eyes and his widened too.
"So why do you think we're in the same dream?" Harry asked. Ginny shrugged and walked over to sniff the flowers.
"I…well I don't want you to think it's weird, but I felt…well I felt something was happening to you. I could tell in my dream and it woke me. It felt horrible, like an impossibly heavy force was crushing me. I couldn't breath or move, so I just laid in bed and tried to go back to sleep. I didn't know if it was my imagination or not. Was it?"
Harry turned away from her to look at the bland white wall. It didn't offer any comfort or answers. Harry turned back to Ginny and sighed.
"Yeah it did happen. My uncle heard me cry in my sleep and decided to beat me so I would shut up. I couldn't move either afterward. But that doesn't explain why we're sharing dreams." Harry said and slowly sat on the bed.
Ginny turned her body to watch him. He looked so tired and worn. She felt her heart tighten in her chest as she began walked over toward him. Ginny clasped her hands in front of her and peered down at him.
"I don't know why. All I know is that we have a bond of some sort from the Chamber incident and I guess this is stemming from that. But look at it this way, at least we have a place to escape to, if this continues to happen." Ginny said as she looked down at him.
Harry looked up at her, as if seeing her for the first time. He had always considered Ginny as Ron's little sister and then as a friend, but never as a girl before. He bit his lip and nodded his head in agreement. If this really did continue then Harry would try to sleep as much as possible in the future.
"How bad was it?" Ginny asked. Harry, for some reason, leaned in to lay his head against her stomach. She stiffened for a moment before sliding her hands through his hair, trying to sooth him.
"It wasn't too bad. I have had worse, usually from him, Vernon that is. But it did hurt, a lot. I was having a dream about…" Harry stopped before he could finish the sentence and buried his head in Ginny's stomach. Ginny smoothed her hands in this hair and talked caringly to him.
"About Sirius. I can't say I know what you're going through right now, but maybe if you let me, I could try. If you'd let me." Ginny continued to stroke his hair when his face turned back out to the side.
"Yeah…it was about Sirius. I saw him fall through the veil again. And I couldn't help him this time either. Why didn't I think to use the mirrors? I killed him because I wasn't smart enough to think about the mirrors…I killed him!" Harry sobbed. Ginny stiffened and pulled away, grabbing Harry's face to turn it up to look at her. His large emerald eyes were filled with such loss, grief and confusion that it almost broke her heart.
"You did not kill anyone. Ballatrix Lestrange killed him. Not you. You were trying to protect someone you loved. It was a trap; anyone of us could have been led into it. I know for a fact that if it was you that Sirius though was going to be there, he would have done the same thing.
He went there that night to protect you because he loved you like the son he never had. I wont let you believe that you're responsible for something that a Death Eater did. And I know that if Sirius could hear you now, he'd come back just to knock some since into you. Blaming your self, really Harry.
So no more of this you hear? I swear Harry, you have to get passed this. I know that what you're going through is going to take a long time, maybe even years for you to heal, but I wont allow you to blame yourself. If you do that Harry, you're only going to end up hating yourself and your friends."
Harry looked up at her, not sure if he would be able to do as she asked.
"I don't know if I can do what you want me to. It hurts so much Gin. I don't know if it will ever stop hurting. It's like…like a hand is gripping my heart and tearing it out of my body. I don't know what to do. How am I supposed to live when everyone I love ends up dieing?" Harry asked as tears started to fall from his eyes once again.
Ginny bit her lip as her eyes prickled with tears. She hugged Harry to her breasts as he began to sob. She slowly eased herself onto the bed and held him, rocking him back and forth. Ginny kept up a soothing mantra as she tried not to join him in is sobbing.
How could he be brought back from this? Not only with the loss of Sirius, but also now with his uncle beating him. She just didn't know how to help him. But she was determined to help as best should was able. Ginny looked down when she felt Harry's head become heavier on her breast and knew he had fallen asleep.
She didn't understand how someone could sleep in a dream but she laid down with him still in her arms, trying to send her love through dreams.