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Shadows of the Past	By : LadyLaran Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 12317 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Authors’ Note - We’re so very happy with the feedback we’re getting for this tale. We can’t thank you enough for taking a chance on it. I hope everyone had a great holiday and will be safe for the new year!

Disclaimer - We do not own “Harry Potter” or “the Hobbit,” and neither of us makes money from this story.

Chapter Four – Research Report

The next morning, which was thankfully a Saturday, Hari left the hospital wing to find Ron and Hermione waiting for her by the doors. Both were carrying book-bags and had looks on their faces that told her they’d done research and found something they felt was important. She felt relieved to know that they’d been able to find something and hoped it would be helpful to the situation she was facing.

“All right, Hari,” Ron asked, pulling her from her thoughts.

“A bit better than yesterday,” she answered truthfully. “Madam Pomfrey said my core was filling back up, but I’m not to use any magic until Monday when I come back to see her before classes. My sleep last night had been all kinds of restless though.”

Mentally, she tried to force herself to picture an image of the face that must belong to that male voice she’d heard in her dreams. She was certain that she knew it so why was she unable to see his face?

“We did some research yesterday and found some things we need to talk about,” Hermione said. “Do you want to go outside to sit in our favorite spot near the lake? It’s a nice day today, and some sunshine and fresh air will do us all some good.”

“I think it’s a good idea, Mione. Let me get some tea and food, and I will come,” Hari nodded, heading to the Great Hall with her friends.

The trio conversed about the classes she had missed yesterday afternoon, and the dark haired witch was grateful they understood her need for a distraction. After entering the massive room, they took a seat at Gryffindor’s table. Hari reached for a cup to pour herself some tea, needing the warmth of hot beverage as well as the caffeine boost. Oddly, when she started to drink it, something unusual happened to her. Something was missing in the tea; it was too bland in taste. It should have a stronger taste of wild berries as well as something else she couldn’t quite name. It wasn’t sugar since she was not fond of sweets and not milk. It couldn’t be lemon either as she didn’t like the tart fruit.

“Is there any alcohol here?” she wondered aloud before realizing what she had just said.

“You know better than to ask that,” Hermione said, surprised but not questioning her about the odd comment. “We’re underage anyway.”

Hari sighed, eating her meal and drinking her tea quickly so she wouldn’t have to think about why the tea tasted so off to her today. Once she was done, the trio headed outside to their favorite spot to spend time together when the weather allowed them to do so. After getting comfortable on the blanket Ron had brought, the green eyed witch turned her eyes to her friends.

“Right, what did you find?”

“Well, there was not much, which rather surprised me considering this could be something taught in Divination or might have been taught in the past in other classes. Despite the limited amount of sources in the library, we found a book that held an interesting theory that might be applicable to what you’re going through. The author suggested that reincarnation is possible and posited that souls can travel to worlds that are different from where they originally started. It’s why a person can dream of places that are not familiar to others but the dreamer could almost describe what’s just beyond the horizon. The name you spoke in class isn’t known in any language so your soul must be remembering something from a past life that was lived in a different world,” Hermione said.

“The dreams you were talking about earlier on the train had to be images from that life poking through,” Ron continued. “Normally, people don’t remember much from past lives so their current life isn’t influenced too much by the past. Yours must have been something really incredible to be showing up so strongly and if you add to the fact that your life has been full of traumatic events, it’s possible your mind is a bit more open to those memory fragments from your past life.”

“Mind you, it’s all theoretical and the only person we might have been able to go to for this is known to be a sherry drinking fraud,” the bushy haired girl finished. “I think it’s sound though; it’s the only explanation that fits.”

Hari said nothing, only stared at them in shock as she processed the information her friends had given her. Somehow, it all made sense in a weird way. If their theory was true, could that deep voice in the argument from her dream belong to the man who had been her father in her past life? The other voices had also been familiar and in languages she could swear she knew. Then there was the bearded face of a smaller male who had made her feel happy and safe.

“You’re right; it does fit. I just wish I knew what to do with this knowledge now that we have it,” she told them. “It’s freaking me out having these dreams and being afraid of something I don’t really remember or understand. To be honest, I don’t want to take this to a teacher or to Dumbledore given the issues we’ve had over the past few years. The last thing I need is for them to think I’ve cracked or something.”

“Mione and I agreed on that,” Ron informed her. “We spoke a bit on the issues we’ve had since starting school, and there’s no telling what the teachers will do if this is brought to them. We thought it best to handle it ourselves if we can. There’s got to be some means of controlling the dreams and memories that show up.”

“Like I said, there’s not a lot of information available here at school,” Hermione continued, nodding to show she agreed with Ron’s words. “I hope you don’t mind; I borrowed Hedwig and sent a letter home to ask my mum to find what she could on the subject. It’s strange that muggles have more about reincarnation than wizards do.”

“I think you two are right about keeping this to ourselves. People think the three of us are weird enough as it is, and that’s just the opinions of the students here. I just hope that no one outside Hogwarts learns about this; I don’t even want to think of what people would say if they learns what my boggart is!”

“Truthfully, Hari, everyone in our class had weird ones,” Ron reassured her. “You can always say it came from a book or one of those film things that Hermione’s talked about before.”

“Horror movie sounds plausible or a fantasy novel,” the brown eyed girl agreed. “I’ve had nightmares after reading some really creepy stories, and I’ll be willing to bet the other students have too. If we use that as a cover story, I doubt too many people will say much about it.”

Hari gave a strained smile at their suggestions. She did remember how both she and the rest of her school class had been shocked by the contents of a horror movie that had actually been meant for adults. The accident had happened a few days before Halloween when she was eight, caused by the mistake of a young teacher who had thought it was a children’s movie. She and Dudley had suffered nightmares every night from that day until Christmas that year.

Looking back at it now and thinking of a possible past life, something in a movie or book she’d read might have triggered her old memories in some way. It was also possible that her close relationship to Ron may hold a deeper meaning, that she had known some other red haired people in her past life who had been important to her. Not siblings, she could almost say that without any doubt but possibly some kind of relative or close friends to her back then.

“Well, that sounds better. I’m glad you thought of it,” she told her friends, making Ron grin for a moment. It was pleasant for him to actually feel like they did listen to him, given how rare it was to happen in his family.

“I’m hoping the books my mother sends might help us in giving us some idea how to control the dreams,” Hermione said. “If not, I’ll keep digging in the library for that.”

“Good luck,” Ron commented as he pushed his hair out of his eyes, reminding himself to cut it one day soon.

“Well, there’s got to be something,” their friend said. “Magic is about control and discipline so it stands to reason that there would be a way to handle dreams to at least some level.”

Hari gazed up towards the sky above the castle, the clouds slowly flying past. It was an honest pity that her third year at Hogwarts would begin like this when all she wished for was a normal school year without anything crazy happening to herself or her two best friends.

“Still if a dementor was “needed” to make me start remembering more deeply, something horrible must have happened to me in a past life, right? On the train, I had a strange feeling of my hands being ruined as if my fingers were all broken due to having a hammer fall down on them. It felt like my hands were a necessary part of my past identity given how much grief and anger I was feeling when that sensation came over me.”

She held up her hands in front of her face, fingers spread wide so she could see all of them.

“Could be you were an artist or something in the past,” Ron suggested. “I think the important issue here is the problem with the dementors. The headmaster said they were going to be stationed here at Hogwarts; that could be a trigger for you, and we need to find a way to protect you from them.”

“I’ll add that to my list of things to research,” Hermione said, knowing their male friend had the right idea. “One or all of us should speak to Professor Lupin about it too. He was able to drive that horrible thing off on the train so he must have some idea of what we can do to protect ourselves.”

“I think it’s time for my twin brothers to help us; Percy might be useful too,” Ron muttered, knowing that Fred and George could be surprisingly useful to have as brothers despite all their pranks and teasing.

“Might need to have all of us sit them down and see what they have to offer,” the brown eyed girl said. “No sense in not tapping all of our sources, right?”

Nodding in agreement, the trio raised to their feet, leaving to try and find the Weasley twins and the eldest brother somewhere in the school. They just hoped that something could be found to help Hari get through this, and they were determined not to stop looking until she was protected!

Author’s End Note - It’s moving forward a bit; we’re having to do a lot of set up to get things progressing, but we’re satisfied with how it’s going. Thank you for reading and let us know what you think of it. See everyone next week! ~ Laran & Rogercat
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