Chapter 1
It was odd how Harry and Ginny were such natural friends. Somehow they just became very close in Harry's second year. In the Chamber of Secrets they felts something that no one else had felt. They couldn't explain it but they both knew it. They had a special friendship no one else could have. Not Ron. Not Hermione, Luna, Dean, or anyone else could have or even understand.
Ginny would wake up at nights, with horrible dreams with Voldermort in them. She would rush down the stairs of the girls' dormitory and into the common room, where Harry would be waiting.
Neither of them knew how Harry would knew when they go down to be in the common room. Sometimes he was awakened by a dream. Other times it was just a feeling that would wake him. He felt fear inside of him that wasn't his own.
He would be sitting on the large brown leather couch, waiting, understanding in his eyes. Her head would fall against his shoulder and she would sob. He comforted her until she fell asleep. Then an hour or so before everyone else would wake, Harry would wake her and send her back to bed.
Usually it was once or twice a month. But the dreams never stopped.
Once it was Harry who had the nightmare. His scar was throbbing as he sat up in bed. He was sweating all over and his whole body ached.
He thought of waking Ron but he didn't want to be teased by him later. Even though Ron was his best friend, sometimes he didn't trust him with his deepest feelings. Ron wouldn't have understood anyway.
He thought of Dumbledore but didn't want to bother him. He had been very busy lately.
Suddenly he thought of Ginny. She would understand better than anyone would. He hoped that somehow she would be waiting in the common room, like he always was for her.
He rushed down the stairs and into the completely dark common room. Ginny was sitting on the couch looking directly at him. He noticed her deep brown eyes searching his green ones.
"Harry." She whispered.
"How did you know?"
Ginny shrugged.
"Oh, Ginny. You're the only one that understands." He said and burrowed his face in her neck.
"Harry?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you suppose…" she cleared her throat nervously. "Do you suppose we should tell Dumbledore. About… about… us…knowing… you know?"
Harry looked up at her and saw that her face was flushed.
"Does he need to know?"
Ginny shrugged again. Her red flannel nightgown moving from her shoulders.
"I suppose I could tell him later." Harry said, laying his head back against her soft neck, not really intending to ever tell Professor Dumbledore.
