The Dreamers
The Dreamers
Tom never was any match for Harry.
The Dreamers
For some time after the end of her first year - longer than Ginny cares to think about - her sleep is fitful, her dreams filled with the Tom Riddle she used to be so intimately acquainted with.
And then Harry is there, encircling her within his arms - not Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, but just Harry, the boy who loves her.
“I’m here, Gin,” is what Harry says every night, brushing his lips sweetly, gently over her own.
And eventually, Tom finds that he can no longer slip into Ginny’s dreams so easily.
Harry makes sure of it.
Tom never was any match for Harry.
The Dreamers
For some time after the end of her first year - longer than Ginny cares to think about - her sleep is fitful, her dreams filled with the Tom Riddle she used to be so intimately acquainted with.
And then Harry is there, encircling her within his arms - not Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, but just Harry, the boy who loves her.
“I’m here, Gin,” is what Harry says every night, brushing his lips sweetly, gently over her own.
And eventually, Tom finds that he can no longer slip into Ginny’s dreams so easily.
Harry makes sure of it.