Disclaimer: I do not own HP, JKR does
A/N: I'm back with the Midnight Fur Series! Who else is happy about it? I know I am! For those of you, who have not read the first of this Fanfiction series, please read the first one, Midnight Fur There are references that one must know before they actually read this one. It is critical. For those of you, who have returned from reading it, welcome back! I thought about letting a week go by before I posted this story, but I couldn't wait. I just had to post this! Oh yes, and a fair warning to all of you people; I warn you, this story does involve some soul mate pairings, but it isn't like your normal soul mates/bonding type story. I'm not saying all of the pairings yet, though.
The disgusting creature pointed his wand at the muggle man, and a flashing green light showered the whole room, and then the muggle man was dead.
"James!" cried Lily, shaking her head as James hexed Severus.
"What my Lily-flower?" James walked back to her, cupping her face in his hands.
"Don't do that, please? Severus may be a pureblood freak, but he doesn't deserve that."
James nodded, taking Lily's hand, and they walked throughout the corridors, holding hands.
Harry followed them, until a familiar laugh came from behind him. He spun around, to meet those bright chocolate brown eyes. She laughed. "Are those your parents Harry?" she giggled.
"How'd you get in here?" demanded Harry.
Ginny Weasley sighed, before answering, "I don't really know, nor do I want to know. One second I'm dreaming of the crashing of the Quidditch World Cup, and the next I'm here," she scowled.
"I didn't do it!"
"Sure you didn't."
"I'm going to have to wake us up," Harry sighed, before concentrating very hard.
"Don't take the fun out of it!" Ginny sighed as he woke up.
That was the first obnoxious dream Harry had after the Quidditch World Cup, but before the start of his fourth year at Hogwarts. And he did not want another one, at all.
But knowing his overactive imagination, the dreams were likely to just increase.