She was walking down a damp, musty hallway. The ground was littered with rocks and bones, and she saw a huge, long, translucent roll of snake skin coiled on the floor. She kept walking, her footsteps echoing loudly, the sound ringing. The path was dimly lit, enough for her to see where she was walking. She heard a low, slithering sound which kept getting louder with every step she took. She could hear her every breath resonate through the place. A feeling of familiar derad filled her. She had walked through this hall many times, but she couldn't escape. Her feet kept moving forwards against her will until she reached a gate with snakes carved onto it. She hissed, and the snakes rearranged themselves, opening the gate. She climbed inside, clutching a plain, nondescript reddish-brown book. A part of her cringed, knowing what would happen. She saw the events happen again. She saw his handsome, angelic face. She heard his sweet voice mocking her. She saw herself black out as he tried to drain her of her life.

Ginny woke up screaming. She took in her surroundings. Relax Ginny, she thought, thankful that she could cast a good 'Muffliato'. It's not real. Not anymore. He's gone, and you're safe. It's been five years, and you're alive. But Ginny knew that she wouldn't be able to escape this nightmare. A tear silently rolled down her face as her eyes stared dully ahead. Her mind, however, was whirring rapidly, thinking back to the beginning of it all.