Harry Potter's Visum et Disiderium

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I write for practice not profit.

“After all there's only just the two of us

And here we are still fighting for our lives

Watching all of history repeat itself,

Time after time.”

Dreamer – Ozzy Osbourne

Chapter 4 - Dream of Things to Come

While Harry was happy to see Rowen, Ria, and maybe even Snape again, the days that passed before beginning of term seemed to fly by. Harry secretly dreaded the thought of returning to the school, and the stares of students. Hermione, on the other hand was ecstatic to go back to school, and had been since receiving her letter.

“Head Girl! Oh Harry, my own dorms, and I just can't believe it!” she practically squealed in his ear. Harry just smiled, he was genuinely happy for her.

“I wonder who got Head Boy? Since I don't really think it would be Ron.” Harry almost sniggered while saying this. Hermione, however didn't hear that and just answered him.

“It's never two people from the same house anyway, so it'd have to be a Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff or Slytherin.” she said thoughtfully. “ No matter! We'll find out when school starts right?” she gave him an excited hug, and started to talk about the new school year, as Harry did all he could to hide the panic on his face.

That had been a week ago, and Harry's feeling of unease about the school year wouldn't let up. The last thing he wanted was to be subjected to all the attention he would undoubtedly receive. If he thought Rowen would ever allow it, he would have taken his N.E.W.T's then and there, and just never return to Hogwart's. Harry felt a twinge of guilt at that thought, Hogwart's had been his home for six years, he would miss it a great deal when the time came to actually leave.

September was fast approaching, and it seemed nothing Harry could do would slow the passage of time. It was the last night of August, and they were all having dinner together for the last time.

“I believe I will actually miss this a great deal.” said Rowen wistfully, eating with one hand and holding Ria in the other arm. Harry watched her juggle the two with the ease of practice. He shoveled his last mouthful of spaghetti (one of Winky's specialties ) and swallowed in haste. He tasted an surprisingly bitter aftertaste, he grimaced. I must have swallowed one of the bay leaves, he thought absently. Harry hated the taste of them, and was usually very meticulous in picking them out.

“Here Rowen, I'm finished, I'll hold Ria while you eat.” Harry offer, holding his arms out . Rowen passed him the baby with a thankful look, and Harry cradled her to his chest. Conversation flowed around him, but Harry didn't pay any attention. His focus was riveted by the tiny creature in his arms. Ria, who was now almost four months old, was the one constantly bright spot for Harry. No mater how bad he felt, it all seemed to melt away when this small baby was in his arms. She smiled at him, trying to grab his glasses, kicking her legs furiously as she did so. Harry leaned back a bit, so she couldn't reach, and grinned at her.

“She loves you so much Harry. You realize how much you'll have to come visit? She'll hardly let you leave!” Rowen's soft voice teased him from across the table. Harry looked up and grinned at her. He noticed Hermione's wistful expression as she watched him with Ria.

“Well, I suppose I could take time to come visit. I'm a very busy person you know, though.” Harry responded in a teasing voice. Rowen smiled at him . Throughout the whole exchange Snape had just leaned back in his chair, watching.

“There really is no accounting for taste is there?” his voice shot out silkily “That you would be one of my daughter's favorite people.” Harry just smiled at him, a summer of living with Snape had taught him that the potions teacher had his own particular brand of humor, and Harry never took anything he said seriously.

Harry glanced down at Ria, who was beginning to show signs of dropping off. Her eyes were drifting closed, and Harry looked at her cherubic little face for a bit. “ Well, even though she's your daughter,” he said to Snape, “ she is still the most beautiful girl I've seen..” Hermione and Rowen just arched their brows at him for a moment, before laughing softly and agreeing.

“Well, beautiful thing that she is, she's tired. So I am going to go put her to bed.” Rowen said softly, getting up and taking the baby from him, before exiting the room. Snape left as well , to help her.

“So Harry, most beautiful girl? Really?” Hermione's eyes teased him as she moved closer. Harry blushed, and stammered in response.

“Well, sure most beautiful girl, not the most beautiful woman I know though.” Harry responded with a smirk. Hermione just rolled her eyes and smacked his arm.

“Train station tomorrow,” she stated softly. “I can't wait to get back...” she sighed, a dreamy look crossing her face. Suddenly, her expression dimmed, as she remembered exactly what types of memories awaited Harry at Hogwart's. “ Oh Harry, I wasn't think-”

Harry cut her off with a shake of his head. “It's alright Hermione, it'll be fine I'm sure...” he trailed off, the tone of his voice was hardly convincing. “ Well, we have an early start tomorrow right? We should head to bed as I'm sure you'll be up beyond early tomorrow!” Hermione glared as he spoke. She nodded however and agreed to go turn in early.

As Harry lay in bed that evening his thoughts were preoccupied with thoughts of the coming school year. How am I going to do this? Keep everything from Hermione? It's already so hard to look her in the eyes knowing I'm keeping something from her... I have to tell her. Harry thought with resolve. And I will, on the train tomorrow if I can get some time alone with her. Happy to have made a decision, Harry felt his eyes drift shut, as he fell asleep with a bitter taste still lingering in his mouth.

When Harry opened his eyes, he saw a small girl peeking over the edge of his bed. She looked to be about four years old, with long red hair and shining black eyes. Harry jumped back, startled, and the small imp grinned widely.

“Uncle Harry!” she spoke with a slight lisp. “ Daddy said that you were sleeping and Mommy said to leave you alone, so I was gonna just play, but then Miney said I should wake you up cause you've slept far too long and if she doesn't sleep you shouldn't!” the girl spoke all of this without taking a breath and when she stopped finally, she drew in a deep breath. The door opened behind her, and Harry looked up to see Hermione's face. A great sense of relief swept through him.

“Hermione! I woke up and there was this-” Harry's voice trailed off as he saw a older, very pregnant Hermione walked, er , waddled in. Harry's eyes almost popped out of his head as he stared at her. She just smiled at him with confusion and came over to sit on the bed.

“Ria, honey, you should go see what Daddy is up to. I believe he was going to brew some new potions this morning, I'm sure he requires your assistance.” Hermione said in a gentle tone. The little girl, Ria?, nodded eagerly and scampered out of the room. What the bloody hell is going on? Why is Ria four? And Hermione is... is... PREGNANT?!!! Harry shook his head, hoping his vision would clear and correct itself, but everything about Hermione was the same when he had finished.

“Hermione, what the hell is going on? We're ... school tomorrow... what? You're...” Harry waved his hands indicating her rather large belly.. Slowly Hermione's look of extreme confusion cleared to a look of dawning comprehension.

“Oh Merlin Harry! You're first vision! Dammit! You know if you had told me more about them I'd have been able to figure this out sooner! So typical of you Harry , keeping everything to yourself! Never mind, we haven't got much time, only a few more minutes at a guess. It's three years after we graduated Hogwart's Harry-” Hermione spoke in a rushed tone, but Harry interrupted her.

“So... I married you right? I mean we didn't... We're not..” Harry stuttered anxiously, looking at Hermione. She smiled softly, despite her annoyance at the interruption. She held up her left hand for him to inspect., where Harry saw a gold band sitting on her finger topped by a modest engagement ring.

“Yes, we got married Harry. We've been married for two years, you actually proposed... never mind, we don't have time, and it'll ruin it anyway. The point is, Harry is you told me to tell you something specific when this happened. Harry you have to research the Knights of Walpurgis.. tell no one! Dumbledore can help, and I know it's hard but they're not all gone... they're here in this ti-” That was the last thing he heard Hermione's increasingly frantic voice speak before he awoke with a start to the early dawn light of his bedroom.

Was that just a dream? Or something else? It had seemed so real to Harry at the time, but he had done nothing to bring on a vision ... of the future, if that's what he could call it. Knights of Walpurgis... Harry didn't know what it meant, but he knew that he would have to have a long talk with Hermione today, before returning to school. No time like the present... he thought as he heaved himself out of bed to get dressed and wake Hermione. He was not looking forward to this talk...

A/N: Okay, shorter chapter, but everyone still loves me for updating right? I told myself this wouldn't turn into an Action/Adventure, but it seems to be not listening to me... Grrr. Ah well, I might have to change the genre.... again, lol. So review, cause I seriously do write quicker the more reviews I get!