In a life before this.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and any of the characters mentioned hereafter. They belong to the incredible JK Rowling. I am not making a single cent out of this. I wish I did, and was.

[A/N: Okay, well, this plot bunny bit me really hard where the sun does not shine, and I've decided to write it (Like I could help it). I've also decided that in order for this fic to be unbelievably fluffy and sweet and romantic, the following things are to be emitted:

• The threat of Voldemort and his followers

• The prophecy

• Any real plot that is not romantic

• Angry!Harry

It's not exactly AU, as Harry, Hermione and co. will still act the same [or as close to as I can make them], but this, er, “plot” is mine, JKR will never write the books like this. So, maybe, yeah, AU.

I am aware that the books are not all romance, and I had planned on writing this as an original story, but I thought making it H/Hr would be fun, and so far, it has been. If you do not feel like reading anything remotely romantic/fluffy/sweet, I suggest you hit the back button right now, but please accept my gratitude for hitting the title :)

This is the first chapter. I sincerely hope you like it. And, I have a phobia of flames, I'll have you know. Have mercy >.< ]

In a life before this

Chapter 1: Strange dreams

Harry Potter woke with a start, his entire body covered in sweat. He had had that same dream again. The one with the familiar-looking woman, who kisses him with tears in her eyes, and tells him she will love him always before he dies in his dream. My love, we shall meet again, he had told the woman in his dream. Only it didn't seem like him. The woman had called him a different name, too. Look for me, David...

He wiped the sweat off his forehead. Why had he been having such a strange recurring dream? And why is it that he always forgets the woman's face the moment he wakes up, when her face is as clear as daylight in his subconscious mind?

Harry steadied his breathing. He was positive of one thing, though. In his dream or not, he had never felt such a powerful love for anyone before.

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`Good morning, Harry,' Hermione said delightedly at breakfast the next day. `You'll never guess what!'

`Oh, no,' Ron groaned. `Better run away now, mate, before she actually tells you “what”.'

Hermione glared at Ron. He pretended not to notice.

Harry rolled his eyes.

`What, Hermione?' he said.

She turned back to Harry.

`Dobby told me this morning that one of the House-Elves came to him to ask how they could get wages!' she informed Harry, eyes twinkling.

`Wow, Hermione. SPEW is finally paying off, then,' said Harry, giving his eggs and bacon some well deserved attention.

`Yes! Isn't it great?'

Harry nodded, not really looking at her, or paying attention now. He had remembered the dream again. It wasn't surprising, though, as it was all he could think of lately. In the wizarding world, it was not normal to have a recurring dream. Harry doubted it was normal, too, in the muggle world.

`What is it, Harry?' Hermione asked. Harry failed to detect the concern in her tone.

`What? Oh, sorry, were you saying something to me?' said Harry.

Hermione shook her head slowly.

`No… it's just… you were staring seriously into space…'

`Yeah, Harry, what's up?' said Ron, nice enough to leave his unfinished breakfast to look at Harry.

Harry didn't know whether or not he should tell them. It was, after all, just a dream. They had all been just a dream, the same dream… Yet, it all seemed so real, somehow.

`Well? Are you going to tell us or not?' said Ron.

`Yes, Harry. Tell us what's wrong,' said Hermione.

In the end, Harry gave up and told them, however ridiculous he thought he sounded.

After he finished telling Ron and Hermione the dream, they had different expressions. Ron looked as though he was having much difficulty refraining from laughing. Hermione, on the other hand, looked lost in thought.

`What?' he asked her, ignoring Ron, who was now snickering with his head under the table.

`How long did you say you have been having this dream?' she asked.

`About a week now.'

`Hmmm,' said Hermione thoughtfully.

`What?' he asked her again, over Ron's `David! Hahahahaha.'

`I'm still a bit confused,' she said. `You don't know how you died in your dream, but you knew you would? And you felt you loved her deeply?'

`Sounds about right,' said Harry.

`What was her name again?'

`I… I don't know,' realized Harry. `Do you think I'm crazy?'

`Not at all, Harry. I've read somewhere that recurring dreams is sometimes a cry for help from your subconscious.'

`But… how do you explain how much I… er, loved her? And how I can never remember her face when I'm awake?' said Harry.

Ron was now banging the table, almost tearful. Hermione rolled her eyes.

`Well, that is so say, if it's a cry for help, then we should find out what you want help with so badly,' she said.

`And if it's not?' Harry asked, staring at his half-eaten bacon.

`Then it's gotta be one of those other reasons in the book I read. Oh, if only I hadn't forgotten the title. I'll look for it in the library, if you like,' she offered.

`I think I know what it is,' said a vague voice behind Ron. The three of them turned to face Luna Lovegood.

`Do you now,' said Ron, turning back to wolf down his breakfast.

`Oh yes,' she said. `I think Harry's had a glimpse of his other life… you know, a glimpse of himself and his love... in a life before this.'

Hermione actually snorted, and Ron almost choked on his egg. Harry raised an eyebrow.

`What?' he said.

`Reincarnation,' Luna said simply.

`Er, exactly how long have you been listening to my private conversation with Ron and Hermione?' asked Harry, rudely.

`Long enough to reach that conclusion,' said Luna, taking the seat next to Ron. `I bought an Extendable Ear last year from your brothers,' she added to him.

`Oh, will you look at that,' said Hermione, looking at her watch dramatically. `Classes begin in 20 minutes. I think we should head to the Transfiguration classroom now. Don't you, Harry? Ron?'

Ron nodded and stood up. Harry did, too, after a second or two. He wondered what on earth made Luna think of a life he had before this. He had never really believed in reincarnation. And even though Luna does, she also believed Blibbering Humdingers existed.

***

`Don't worry, Harry. I'll check in the library for you, the first chance I get, OK?' said Hermione reassuringly. Harry didn't even know why he cared so much. But he did.

`Maybe,' said Ron, a few seconds later, as they made their way to Professor McGonagall's classroom. `someone is trying to send you silly dreams. I'll bet a thousand Galleons it's Malfoy.'

Hermione sighed exasperatedly.

`First of all, Ron, I do not think Malfoy even knows what Leglimency is. Second, why on earth would Malfoy even bother to go through all that trouble? Doesn't sound like Malfoy at all to me,' she said.

`You don't know that!' said Ron. `And hey, at least I'm not laughing anymore!'

And they argued the entire way to Transfiguration.

***

That night, Harry had successfully forgotten about his recurring dream, due to Quidditch practice. He was so tired, in fact, that he had no trouble falling asleep the moment his head had reached his pillow.

`Look for me, David...' said a woman, tears running down from her light brown eyes.

Harry looked into her them, tears trickling from his own. He kissed the woman passionately, and she kissed him back urgently, both not willing to let go, for they knew this kiss would be their last.

`My love, we shall meet again,' he told the woman, his lips only short distance from hers.

`Promise me, David... promise me, you'll find me.'

Harry held her tightly, feeling her straight, silky black hair against his cheeks.

`I promise, Atalanta. Wait for me…'he said. `They cannot keep us apart.'

The moment Harry had let go of Atalanta, she was pulled backwards by an unseen force into the darkness.

`I love you, David! Always!' Harry heard her scream.

`I love you!' Harry called out, seeing nothing but blackness.

Atalanta screamed bloody murder, and then there was nothing.

`Nooooooooo!' cried Harry.'Atalantaaaaaaaaa!

Harry woke with a start, his entire body covered in sweat. He had had that same dream again. The one with the familiar-looking woman, who kisses him with tears in her eyes, and tells him she will love him always before he dies.

But this one had been different. It had never been this long. And he now knew her name.

`Atalanta,' he whispered.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and any of the characters mentioned hereafter. They belong to the incredible JK Rowling. I am not making a single cent out of this. I wish I did, and was.

[A/N: This is not as long as the first chapter. I don't think you'll like this very much. I hope you do, but I don't think you will. I'm such a little optimist, aren't I? :D

Thank you to those who reviewed the first chapter :) You guys rock!

Anyway, I was told by a friend my author's notes were too long, so, I'm keeping this one short, lol.

By the by, I am loving Atalanta's name, hehehe ]

In a life before this

Chapter 2: David and Atalanta

Next morning, Harry went straight to the library with one thought in his mind: to find out what his dream meant. He was halfway through Dreams and You by Kristal Kleer when Ron and Hermione found him.

`Skipped breakfast, have you?' said Ron, sitting next to him.

`Here, we saved you some waffles, but eat it before Madam Pince sees,' said Hermione, taking the seat opposite him.

Harry nodded, `Mm-hmm.'

`What's with you, mate? Don't tell me it's that dream again,' Ron asked, looking at the pile of dream-related books.

Harry ignored him.

`Did you have that dream again, Harry?' Hermione asked, worry in her eyes Harry didn't see, as he looked up too late.

`Yeah… but last night's was different. It was longer than usual. I still don't know how I died, or how Atalanta died, but I knew we were going to. And everything's so clear to me … except how she looks,' he said moodily.

`Atalanta? Is that her name?' asked Ron, suppressing what appeared to be the urge to taunt. Harry saw Hermione give him a warning look. Ron tried to busy himself by looking through one of the dream books.

`D'you want me to help, Harry? I can help,' offered Hermione.

`Yes, please. It's driving me insane!' said Harry loudly. He got a lot of “Shhhs” and “This is a library!” after that.

`Okay,' Hermione whispered, grabbing a dream book and looking at its content page.

After a while, Hermione spoke again.

`Here's something. There were deaths in your dream, weren't there?'

`Er, yeah… sort of. I didn't see it, exactly, but I knew she died. Why?' said Harry.

Hermione started reading from her book, `Deaths can represent either the death of a habit, or occurrence, but more often represents anger towards something or someone.' She looked up at him. `You haven't been particularly angry at anyone, or anything, have you? Or, stopped doing something?'

Harry thought hard, and then shook his head.

`I still hate Malfoy and Snape the same. And, I haven't stopped doing anything. No, I don't think that's it.'

The three of them fell silent again for a few minutes. It was Ron who spoke next.

`You “loved” Atlanta, didn't you?'

`Atalanta, Ron,' corrected Hermione, with a frightened look at Harry.

`Yes,' answered Harry.

Ron placed the book on the table, and began to read, `To dream of love, of being in love, suggests intense feelings carried over from a waking relationship. It implies happiness and contentment with what you have and where you are in life. On the other hand, you may not be getting enough love in your daily life. We naturally long for the sense to belong and to be accepted. Did any of that apply to you?'

Before Harry could answer, Hermione said, “Oh, of course! It makes sense, doesn't it? Harry doesn't have a girlfriend, so he dreams and yearns for love and happiness. It completely makes sense, doesn't it, Harry?' She turned to him, seeming relieved that they had finally figured it out.

`I guess,' he said unconvincingly.

`What, then?' asked Ron.

`It's just… she seemed so familiar, and the way I felt was so real… I just can't believe it was all a dream,' said Harry seriously.

`So you believe Luna Lovegood?' Hermione asked quickly.

Harry looked at her.

`What? N-no, I don't believe her. I've never lived another life, not to my knowledge, anyway,' he answered.

Ron was sniggering.

Hermione ignored him, and frowned.

`Alright, so you don't believe her. What do you believe, then? What do you want to believe?'

`I don't know what to believe,' said Harry. `You don't understand. The way I talked to her, the way she talked to me… it was... it feels overwhelming now. And I promised her I would find her…'

Hermione took a deep breath. It seemed that what she was about to say was causing her great difficulty to get out.

`Harry,' she said cautiously. `I understand. Really, I do… but don't you think you… are sort of… sort of taking this out of context?'

`What do you mean, “taking this out of context”?' Harry asked, failing to notice his eyebrows furrow.

`I mean… you are forgetting this was all a dream. It all happened in a dream, therefore , it couldn't have been real,' she said slowly, as though talking to someone with a weapon.

Harry felt like shouting, but the mere look on Hermione's face stopped him. The fact that they were still in the library helped, too.

`I am not forgetting it was all a dream,' he said quietly. `I was just wondering why it was an especially, er, powerful dream.'

`Is it just me, or has the word “dream” finally lost all meaning?' said Ron. Harry felt a little guilty. He had forgotten Ron was beside him, or even there at all.

Harry sighed.

`Okay. I give up. Let's just… go down to the grounds, and maybe do some homework or something. I could use a little fresh air.'

Hermione smiled. He had to admit, he preferred a smiling Hermione to a frowning one.

`Great, let's go,' said Ron. `Quick, too, so we don't have to put these books back on their shelves.'

***

Harry, Ron and Hermione found themselves out on the grounds on a beautiful April morning doing homework. The sky was clear and blue, and the weather was just right. They sat comfortably under one of the Hogwarts trees near the Lake, where they stayed the whole morning. At lunch, Ron went inside the Great Hall and came back carrying a dozen sandwiches.

`Ron, I don't want three sandwiches. It's too much,' said Hermione, holding her third sandwich at arm's length.

`More for me, then,' said Ron thickly.

Harry lied down on the cool grass, looking at the sky through the branches. Hermione was now continuing with her homework; Harry could hear her quill make scratching noises against the parchment. Ron was flipping through reference books, as he finished Hermione's third sandwich. Everything was so peaceful and quiet.

He surveyed the sky some more, until he dozed off without even realizing it.

***

`Alright,' said Hermione. `I'm done. Are you done, Harry? Ron?'

When both boys failed to respond, Hermione looked around. She saw Harry first. No wonder, she thought, he's asleep. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, smiling. `You're not sleeping, too, are you, Ron?'

But Ron was completely engrossed in one of the pages of Literature and Magic by Candice Marie to hear her. He was so engrossed, in fact, his mouth was hanging open.

`Oh, for Merlin's sake, Ron, what is it?' Hermione moved behind Ron to read over his shoulder. Near the top of the page was three words that also made Hermione's mouth hang open: David and Atalanta

Hermione read through the page quickly, lingering on the more interesting sentences:

… is perhaps one of the most tragic love stories known today is the story of David and Atalanta…. David Wallace was… not known until recently to have been trained to hunt down and destroy dark wizards... Atalanta, daughter of dark wizard Seth Clare… Atalanta prevented David from killing her father. Seth was not aware of this… David realized Atalanta was not like her father… David and Atalanta fell in love... Seth found out about his daughter's secret, and disowned her. Then, had his minions kill her for her betrayal… also killed David in front of Seth… However, the two swore eternal love for each other, and promised to meet again… died April 20^th, 1897…

Ron looked at Hermione.

`You don't think-'he asked her, breathless.

`I don't know, Ron…' Hermione took a deep breath, and tried to use her ever faithful logic to apply to what she had just read. `Look, we cannot jump into conclusions about this. Maybe Harry's read this, somehow, and he just forgot about it. I mean, really, you don't really believe Harry Potter was once “David Wallace”, do you? That's rather farfetched, isn't it?'

`Yeah… should we tell him about it?' Ron jerked his head to Harry's direction.

`Of course. When he wakes up.'

Yet, Hermione could not use her logic to explain why April 20^th, 1897 felt strangely important to her, nor could she use it to explain why a single tear made its way down her cheek the moment Ron had stopped looking.

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Sources: Symbolism of death was taken from this lovely and interesting site: http://library.thinkquest.org/11130/data/interpret/symbolism.html

Symbolism of Love was taken from this fascinating site: http://www.dreammoods.com/dreamthemes/feelings.htm

I made up that book Ron was reading, obviously, to go with the story.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and any of the characters mentioned hereafter. They belong to the incredible JK Rowling. I am not making a single cent out of this. I wish I did, and was.

[A/N: Okay, okay, at this point, you've all probably guessed just what I'm actually trying to write, lol. But anyway, it was fun writing it. Just to warn you all, one more chapter left after this one. Don't know what to call it yet, but, it'll probably be up in a couple of days :D

I've just realized I've gone two chapters without any real fluff >.< Oh well, my bad. There are some fluffly moments here, and a not-so-evil cliffy. I used to love writing cliffhangers back in the day, and I miss writing `em, but alas, this cliffy is nothing compared to them so good for you :P

Read and enjoy. I insist :) ]

In a life before this

Chapter 3: Believe

Atalanta screamed bloody murder, and then there was nothing.

`Nooooooooo!' cried Harry.'Atalantaaaaaaaaa!

He looked frantically around. Darkness everywhere.

`Lumos!'said Harry.

His wand tip lit up so powerfully, it almost seemed like it was day time. Harry closed his eyes, hoping against hope that Atalanta was still alive.

When he opened his eyes, he saw her. The same eyes, with the very same look of unconditional love she had given him.

`Atalanta,' said Harry. He felt such a powerful rush of relief and joy that he couldn't help but pull her to him, and kiss her with much urgency. Her lips were the same soft lips he had been kissing for the past week, and her cheeks the same smooth cheeks he had held so lovingly. He could feel one of his hands in her wavy brown hair… wavy brown hair?

`What the bloody hell are you doing to Hermione, Harry?' he heard Ron's voice ask, annoyed.

Harry broke the kiss and opened his eyes. Hermione sat in front of him, wearing an expression Harry couldn't read. She was holding her lips, almost breathless, and obviously speechless.

He didn't understand it. He saw Atalanta. How could he have made such a mistake? Yet...

`I… I'm sorry, Hermione. I don't know what's gotten into me,' he tried to explain. `I thought you were-'

`Atalanta,' Ron finished for him. `Yeah, we heard. What's wrong with you?' Ron added to Hermione. She was still touching her lips as though someone important had just kissed them, but now she had tears in her eyes.

`I… I don't know,' she said shakily. `I feel so sad, suddenly…'

`So Harry is that bad at kissing!' said Ron.

`No…,' she said, wiping her tears now. Harry wanted more than anything to hold her, but he wasn't sure he should, and quite frankly, he didn't know why he did. `I feel like… like something very important has been taken away from me… oh, it's such a horrible feeling… I want it to stop!' and with that, Hermione got up and ran towards the castle, where Harry and Ron could only guess where she would end up in there.

Ron rounded on Harry.

`What happened?'

`I… honestly don't know, Ron…' Harry looked around, and noticed he was still under the Hogwarts tree. He looked at the grounds and saw Hermione's quills, books, and unfinished homework.

`You want to know what I think, Harry?' said a voice behind the tree. A soft, dreamy voice.

Before Harry could ask, Ron beat him to it.

`How long have you been there?!'

`A few minutes. I was bird-watching,' Luna Lovegood added as an afterthought. At that very moment, Pigwidgeon landed on Ron's shoulder twittering happily. `He's a cute little owl, isn't he?'

`What, Luna? What do you think now?' said Harry. He really wanted to follow Hermione right about now.

`Well, I think it's pretty obvious,' she said, looking through her binoculars at Pigwidgeon. `Atalanta has reincarnated in Hermione, and David in you. And since in a previous life, you promised to find her, you are supposed to keep your word.'

`That's ridiculous,' said Harry, sounding more like Hermione. Ron nodded, surveying Luna curiously.

`You've just got to believe. And I think it's interesting to note,' she said vaguely, `that today is the hundredth anniversary of both your deaths. I read that,' she pointed at Literature and Magic, which was lying open on the grass, `yesterday. And I'm betting David and Atalanta think they have waited enough.'

`What? What do you mean their deaths? Harry and Hermione are still alive!!' shouted Ron.

Luna put down her binoculars. She looked at Ron, and tilted her head to one side.

`Did you know your ears go red when you shout?' she said.

Ron blushed.

Harry made an irritated, impatient noise, and stood up.

`Excuse me, I have to look for Ata- Hermione,' he said. He shook his head violently as he ran to the castle.

***

Hermione ran… and she ran… and she ran some more.

What had happened? Why did she feel such overwhelming sorrow after Harry had kissed her?

She found an empty classroom and entered it. She sat on one of the chairs and cried silently on the desk. Her cheeks were wet with tears, and so were her arms. She closed her eyes in pain.

`No…' she sobbed. `we have to run..'

Hermione fell to the ground and scraped her knee. But the ground was not made of cement, like the floors of Hogwarts. It was made of earth.

She was outside.

`Atalanta, are you all right?' she heard a voice say, as she was lifted up by strong arms Hermione looked up and saw Harry. A different Harry. His hair was messier and longer, and the side of his head was bleeding, but his eyes were the same.

`Yes, my love. Now, hurry! They are right behind us,' Hermione heard herself say. Harry took her hand, and they both ran for it. She could hear heavy footsteps and voices behind them, but it was too dark to see anything. Only the moon provided light, but it was blocked by the immensely dense treetops.

Harry appeared to have seen a hiding place between the trees because he pulled Hermione to it, and she saw him put his index finger to his lips, mouthing “Shhh..”

The footsteps got louder, and voices closer. Hermione felt Harry hold her as though he would lose her if he didn't. She could hear his heart beat furiously against his chest.

`Hurry, men! Master Clare will have our wands and heads if we fail!' said a deep voice.

Hermione heard the deep voice and footsteps pass their hiding place. A few silent minutes crept by. Then, Harry held her cheeks, and made her face him.

`We will be fine, Atalanta,' he said

`No, David. They will kill us,' she heard herself say. She had no idea how the words left her mouth, but they did. `I have to do something…'

`Atalanta-'

Hermione closed her eyes and muttered words she'd never heard of under her breath. When she opened her eyes, she looked at Harry.

`David, my love, if we die tonight, there is a way we can meet again.'

`No, Atalanta, we will survive this,' said Harry.

`Listen to me, David. In order for us to meet again, you have to promise to look for me, the spell only allows you to do so,' said Hermione.

`I do not understand.'

`It is an ancient spell. It will allow us to meet again, and love each other for all eternity… but you have to promise to look for me…'

`How long...' Harry asked. Hermione could see determination in his eyes.

`One hundred years' she said.

Harry turned around angrily, and punched the tree next to him.

`I cannot wait so long… I must have you with me at all times,' he said.

`But David… please promise me… the spell will not work if you don't-'

Harry took her into his arms again.

`I cannot Atalanta… not when I am uncertain the spell will work…I love you too much.'

Tears ran down Hermione's cheeks.

`It will work, David… trust me…'

Before Harry could say anything, he suddenly looked alarmed. He examined the darkness of the forest, then-

`Run, Atalanta!'

Several spells shot at them, of different colors. Two of them were green.

They both ran, not knowing where they were going. After a few silent moments, a red beam hit Hermione, and she fell to the ground on all fours.

`Atalanta!' Harry screamed. He bent down to help her up, and shot spells in random directions.

Harry put her arm around him, and tried to run for it, but Hermione stopped him.

`David… I have been hit… my back is burning… I might not make it-'

`No,' said Harry, tears in his eyes. He put her slowly down. She could not hear footsteps, nor voices around her.

`Look for me, David...' said Hermione, tears running down from her light brown eyes.

Harry looked into her them, tears trickling from his own. He kissed her passionately, and she kissed him back urgently, both not willing to let go, for they knew this kiss would be their last.

`My love, we shall meet again,' he told Hermione, his lips only a short distance from hers.

`Promise me, David... promise me, you'll find me.'

Harry held her tightly, feeling her straight, silky black hair against his cheeks.

`I promise, Atalanta. Wait for me…'he said. `They cannot keep us apart.'

The moment Harry had let go of her, she was pulled backwards by an unseen force into the darkness.

`I love you, David! Always!' Hermione screamed.

`I love you!' she heard Harry call out. She couldn't see much now. It was so dark.

Hermione felt hands grab her wrists and she screamed bloody murder.

`Hermione! Hermione, wake up!'

Hermione opened her eyes and saw Harry in front of her, a look of utter concern in his eyes. He helped her stand up, but she slipped faint-like to the floor, where she began to weep.

`Hermione, no, don't cry,' he said gently.

`Oh Harry,' she sobbed. `It was awful… we were so in love… they took our lives… and you were bleeding… and you promised… and… I was so sad…'

`It's okay now, Hermione. I'm here,' said Harry, gently stroking her back.

`But Harry… it was your dream,' she said. `And it was so real… and… why did you kiss me earlier?'

Harry was taken aback by the question, and even though he had already answered it earlier, he just stared at her, wondering the same thing.

`I… I don't know…,' said Harry truthfully. Hermione stared back. `I saw you, and I just had to kiss you like my life depended -'

But Harry never got to finish his sentence, for Hermione pulled him into a kiss, which he more than gladly returned.

As she and Harry kissed, the overwhelming sorrow Hermione had felt started to fade away. There was something about Harry that took every ounce of pain she had felt for the past half hour, and made everything okay.

But Hermione knew there were still some unanswered questions; Did Harry really understand her when she said it was his dream, just what did all this mean, and… was she really kissing Harry, or David?

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