A/N : Not exactly sure where this story is going. It was a spur of the moment creativity but I'm planning on this being a D/G romance. But anyways highly experimental, this is only a prologue, just testing the waters.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is anything but mine.
Revelations : Prologue
My eyes fluttered opened.
Sweat beads glistened and tears trailed down the sides of my cheeks. My hands rose shakily towards my face, and I saw it. The blood, there was so much. It had dripped down the palms of my hands, sliding seductively between the curves of my fingers. It was happening again and I couldn't stop it, couldn't stop him. So I screamed and my body quivered and the edges of the world faded.
Every mind has its secrets. A tangled web full of hidden memories and forgotten words. And every mind has its demons. Mine had been established my first year at Hogwarts, Voldemont. He had chased my dreams till I was left with nothing but nightmares and shame. There was no hope left in me, no dream, I had been nothing. But the nightmares had disappeared, for twelve years they had left me sane, allowing me to rebuild parts of me that I had lost.
But I should have known that it wouldn't have been the end. There had always been a shred of doubt in my mind, a silent whisper, that one day he would return and continue the chaos, thru me. And it wasn't before long that what I feared came true. The nightmares came back, little by little, piece by piece. Every night a different dream, a new death. And every death worse than the one before: more torture, more blood, more pain. And I saw it all through his eyes.
There are no words to describe the feelings that I would feel after waking. The overwhelming distraught that always threatened to drown me. The thumping of my heart that seemed to choke my throat and the thundering of my chest. It was as if I was dying, unable to breath, unable to move. It never mattered how many times I prayed to God, begging Him to make it stop. The dreams never ceased, they only became worse. And every dawn, I would stare at my hands making sure that it was only a dream. But no matter what, there was one thing that I knew for sure. Voldemont was back and he had wanted me, Ginny Weasley, to know.