I've really wanted to write this, for ages. So...I did! I hope this will be successful, i think it's a really good idea. Please read and review, tell me how it is.

Disclaimer: J.K R totally writes fictional stories about a fictional story. Totally.

The castle was black.

Black smoke twisted up from it, from the rubble. There was nothing like the sadness she felt, this was her home. And yet...'

There was a beauty to things. It was the end of a long, long war. Her beloved had come back from the dead, raised her army, and cast the intruders out!

But there, in the darkest corner of her mind, she missed the war. Missed the power, the fire in her veins, missed being the one ray of light in so many hearts.

Then flashes of fire, screams, people were dying. Last battle. The final battle.

She tore through the hall of home, fighting to get to the center, to where he was.

She found him, finally breaking out into a courtyard, where her love faced off against their greatest enemy. They were circling, but her love had the advantage. Spells were fired, and the enemy fell.

Ginny threw away her sword, and ran to her love. And so, he never knew. Never knew her history, her power, her life-

Ginny woke up with a start. She sighed, and checked the clock next to her. Hours and hours before she should get up, but she needed some air.

Ginny was now twenty-five, and the last few years of her life had been her best. She looked down at the sleeping Harry next to her, and smiled. He had only just proposed, he actually thought she would say no!

As quietly as she could, Ginny pulled herself out of bed and went down to the garden. The two of them had just started living together, and she was loving it. Their garden was as unkempt as the old Weasly one, Harry seemed to like it that way. Ginny sat down on a rocking chair, under the stars.

They were getting married. Maybe now was the time to tell him? Tell him what exactly she had been doing...while he was away...

"Ginny?"

She whirled around. A rather sleepy Harry was standing by the door, jamming glasses on his face.

"Harry."

"What happened?"

"I couldn't sleep."

He came and pulled a chair next to her, sitting down.

"Was it the dreams again?"

She stiffened. She had never mentioned any dreams. Noticing her look, Harry rolled his eyes.

"Like I haven't noticed, Gin. Go on, tell me."

Ginny took a breath. "I have been having dreams...about my sixth year."

It was his turn to be shocked. Harry hated it; what she had to go through, when he wasn't there to protect her.

"But, I'll have to start at the beggining."

Short, I know, the next one's coming really soon, I promise.