The Dreams We Dream

Title: The Dreams We Dream

By: lockedinaroom

Summary: A regular day in the life of grown up Mr. and Mrs. Potter

A/N: One-shot. Furutefic. AU because Sirius is still alive. This was inspired by a dream I had the other night. I embellished in places because it was a very short dream. I also wrote myself out of the dream because self-insertion fics are stupid and weird. I can’t believe I asked Hermione if she ever lost control of her magic because of hormones! I’m such an idiot! It was a really weird dream because it felt so real. I was having a casual conversation with Harry and Hermione as if I’d known them for years.

Either the Good Lord had graced me with this dream or I’m starting to go schizoid. Either way, I’m happy. Hmm… I had a prophetic dream about how bad HBP was going to be… Maybe this is a sign…

Psalm 4:8 – “I will lie down and sleep in peace, for you alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety.

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Sirius made his way to the back door and down the steps of the back porch to find Harry and Hermione looking under the hood of their car. It was a rather funny sight. Harry was trying to look like an experienced mechanic and Hermione was looking at him like she could better. Sirius watched for a few minutes when he saw Harry pull out his wand.

Hermione grabbed his arm from behind and shouted, “Harry! You can’t use magic on a car! Mr. Weasley will be on you like white on rice. Or did you forget a certain car ride in second year?”

“Right. You can’t bewitch muggle artifacts, especially Fords.” Harry saw Hermione’s eyes roll and he smiled. “It’s too unpredictable. Where’s Sirius? He may know what to do.”

“Yeah, I hope he’s home. I need to pee like a race-horse.”

At that, Harry raised an eyebrow and Hermione just smiled. Harry thought it was hormones that made Hermione use slightly more colorful language. You see, Hermione was seven months pregnant.

“Ahem.” Sirius grunted.

Hermione looked up, seemingly startled, and said, “Oh, lord, Sirius, I’ve got to use the bathroom! I’ll be right back!”

She then ran off towards the house. Sirius didn’t have time to say, “You know where it is.” He just laughed and turned his attention to Harry.

“So much for the welcoming committee, huh?” Sirius said.

“I swear I got ripped off at that muggle dealership. I had to buy it because Hermione refuses to apparate because she’s with child.”

Sirius laughed again, “With child? Isn’t that a little old fashioned?”

Harry looked slightly affronted. “No, it’s not!” He snapped. He then started fiddling with some part in his new car and continued, “Well, uh, I don’t know. It just sounds better than saying ‘in her condition’, like there was something wrong with her.”

Sirius was glad to see this side of him. Harry wasn’t going to miss any of the moments in this chapter in his life. His thoughts flashed to visions of Lily and James. James loved his wife very much but there were times that he did take her for granted. Sirius often thought in the years since that they should have waited a little longer to get married because James was not ready to give up being a Marauder. He still wanted to cause mischief. But then, if they had waited, Harry might not have been born and they would most likely be slaves of Voldemort.

Eventually, James did grow up. When James heard the prophecy, he spent every moment he could with Harry. In the end, Harry was born and he did take care of Voldemort as the prophecy indicated. Now, Harry was carrying on the family tradition, making up for lost time by marrying right out of Hogwarts. James married right away because his parents were older and he wanted to give them grandchildren. Harry married right away because he didn’t want to miss the chance at having a family that he missed. Harry and Hermione weren’t married three months (four months out of school) before they announced that they were having a child.

“Well, I’ll agree there’s certainly nothing wrong with her but I take it there’s something wrong with this car.”

“Yeah, I think it’s the alternator or a bad battery. I didn’t think we’d make it here. I was wondering if I could borrow the motorcycle to run to the auto store.” Harry said with the faintest hint of a hopeful smile.

“You’re not taking my motorcycle. Simply for the fact that I don’t want Hermione to hex me when I tell her that I let you on that thing. I’m wandless, you know. I can’t defend myself. However, you can take my old granny car. Speaking of Hermione, has she lost control of her magic yet?”

“No, why do you ask?”

“Well, I remember your mother had several little outbursts when she was pregnant.”

Harry raised an eyebrow at that. “Like what?”

“Well, your mother commented one day that she felt like the size of a planet. When she did, little objects started orbiting around her mid-section. She about hexed James and me into oblivion because we couldn’t stop laughing.”

Harry snorted and covered his mouth. However, his laughter was cut short.

Harry looked up and saw Hermione standing on the back porch of Sirius’ home. Harry was speechless. Hermione was wearing simple attire: a pink sleeveless shirt that hugged her growing belly, and a floral pink skirt. Her thick brown curls were pulled back with a hair tie, with loose curls framing her face. One hand was at her back and the other was shielding her face from the sun. However, to Harry, she represented everything he had missed in his first eleven years of life. She was… Stunning. Beautiful. Brilliant. She was Hope and Love wrapped in pink.

Harry took Hermione in like he was drinking the water of life. He stepped back from the car and made his way towards the porch. Gazing into her eyes, Harry kissed her hard on the mouth. Ok, so he does have a little bit of James in him after all, Sirius thought.

After a good ten seconds, Harry rested his head on her shoulder and said, “I love you. You know that right?”

Hermione giggled and said, “After a scene like that, how could I forget.” She then wrapped her arms around his shoulders and ran a stray hand through his hair. Harry reached in between and placed a hand on her growing belly.

Sirius cleared his through and said, “All right, you two… Get a room. Harry, I’ll get you the keys.”

“Huh?” Harry replied.

“To the car, Harry. You’ve got a house full of rooms. You don’t need mine.” At that, everyone was clutching their stomachs from laughter.

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A/N: My dream was much less eventful. It was just me, Harry, Hermione, and Sirius and they were looking at my car. I had the strange feeling that we had been friends for years and I asked Hermione if she ever lost control and she just smiled and said no. Weird…. 0_o

Even though it was probably really horrible, please RR! Thank you!