Later that night, Harry groaned, jerking back and forth in his sleep. Vivid images were flooding his mind.
Suddenly he was sitting in the dining area of Malfoy Manor; observing Voldemort addressing his followers.
~Flash~
"You are probably all wondering why I've called you here tonight....earlier this evening…an opportunity presented itself, which would make Potter more susceptible to defeat before the coming war."
~Flash~
Harry and Hermione fucking for the first time after Ron left. A bright, vibrant Golden color encompassing them.
~Flash~
Voldemort grinned, as he explained his plan to the table.
"Potter fights for 'Love.'"
"He will do everything he can to ensure the Mudblood's safety."
~Flash~
Harry awoke in a cold sweat, panting, seeing Hermione studying him nervously.
"Harry, what's wrong? Did you see You-Know-Who?" she asked.
He nodded in reply.
Waking Ron and moving to sit at the table, Harry explained what he saw in his dream.
"He planned it?" asked Ron incredulously.
"Apparently, yes," Harry confirmed glumly.
Lovingly placing a hand on Harry's knee, "It doesn't matter, Harry. We'll get through this," Hermione soothed.
Placing a hand over hers, Harry sighed. "I don't know, 'Mione. Not to bring up an old argument, but this does sort of verify my concerns from earlier."
Ron cast a puzzled look at the pair.
Noticing this, "Harry thought it best for me to seek shelter with the Order, until the war was over. To protect myself, and the babies from any harm," explained Hermione.
"I agree with Harry on this one, Hermione," replied Ron, "you shouldn't be on the run in your condition."
Rolling her eyes, "Oh, not this from you, too," whined Hermione.
"What are you planning to do while the war is going on? Throw mood swings at 'em?" countered Ron.
If he didn't know her better, he could swear she looked like she was about to start breathing fire.
Ron looked over to Harry for help in convincing her, "It's pointless, mate. She refuses to see reason," said Harry.
"So, we all understand each other then," she said shortly.