Chapter 26
In the quiet of their home, Harry Potter stirred from his sleep, his breaths heavy with weariness and laden with fear. With a flick of his wand, he illuminated the darkness, casting a dim light that revealed the worried expression on his face.
"Lumos," he whispered.
Startled by the sudden brightness, Ginny, his wife, entered the room, her concern evident. "Okay . . . ?"
"I was sleeping," Harry replied, his voice tense with apprehension.
"You were," Ginny confirmed, her voice soft with understanding.
"Any news?" Harry asked urgently, his eyes searching hers for any signs of distress. "Any owls or...?"
Ginny shook her head. "None."
"I was dreaming," Harry continued, his voice trembling slightly. "I was under the stairs, and then... I heard him—Voldemort—so clearly."
"Voldemort?" Ginny repeated, her voice barely a whisper.
Harry nodded, his mind racing with possibilities. "And then I saw... Albus. In red— he was wearing Durmstrang robes."
"Durmstrang robes?" Ginny echoed, her brow furrowed in confusion.
As the realization dawned on him, Harry spoke with newfound determination. "Ginny, I think I know where he is..."