Foreseen Illusions

Summary:

For months, Ginny's been having dreams that come true. When she dreams of the murder of Draco Malfoy, a distant enemy who means nothing to her, what will arise? Especially when the murderer is Harry Potter?

AN: New long story! Yay! Okay, will start out very H/G…but might change. Matters how it goes. J Actually, I know exactly what's going to happen. I'm just evil, and I'm not going to tell you.

Chapter 1

Her nightdress was quite thick for the weather, so she woke that morning covered in a light layer of moisture. She was quick to find the shower and let the coldness of it wrap around her, and thoughts she couldn't help but have that morning.

Of course she was thinking about Harry. He was coming to the burrow today. Staying here, as if he was family…and yet, never really regarding her as anything close to family. Sort of as a blur of a person.

Yes, perhaps they'd come a bit closer then her third year. Or her second. But still, she wished she could be somehow involved in the lives of the people who she spent so much of her time with. Hermione, Ron, Harry?

She tried to be happy that Hermione and Harry were even coming over, but it proved to be difficult. She just felt so…shunned. She had helped and tried to shove herself in…but it didn't work.

And because she had done this, because she still tried to get involved, she also felt extremely foolish. She had friends of her own, why had she always tried so hard to be in their group?

Perhaps it was because she was still abnormally and unrequitedly in love with Harry.

She had tried to deny it, after her first year. After her feelings had been proven silly and exposed and juvenile. She tried to pretend they had just gone away. But, it became a part of her. Her love for him had started out as a childish silly crush, and grown up with her. It was more in her control now, more her secret now, but still…it was very there. She just wished she could take some kind of role in his life. Wished that at least she could be his friend. She just wished she could be half as important to him and he was to her.

She stepped out of the shower, annoyed at herself for thinking about him so much. She thought she'd probably be really nervous when she saw him now she had mulled it over so much.

So she tried to concentrate on taming her dripping her hair, instead.

She walked downstairs, dressed, realizing by the pinkness that tinted the hard wood floor of the den, how early it was. She went onto the coach, realizing she was pretty tired, and let her eyes close for just moment.

She had the most boring, but vivid dream. Harry walks in. Everyone greets him. Then, from the kitchen, she heard Ron yelling obscenities. Everyone walks in. He had tripped, dropping a jar of jelly, and slicing his leg on one of the moist, sharp, purple pieces.

She awoke from it, sort of confused. Most of her dreams…they usually didn't make any sense. She'd usually be walking through the forest and a purple elephant with her friend Amelia's face would tell her to make pancakes. You know, just bizarre dreams you tell your friends about, and they laugh. So this was a rare occurrence.

Luckily when she woke up, everyone else was awake, jostling about.

She walked into the kitchen slowly, finding her parents and brothers (Charlie and Bill had come home for holiday, since their mothers birthday was this week, and she would get secretly angry if they didn't come home.) scattering about, trying to prepare breakfast best they could.

"Morning, Gin. How goes it?" Asked Bill, flipping through the paper, "Did you have a long night last night?"

"What do you mean?" She asked, sitting next to him, and grabbing the comics from his paper.

"Hey, I was going to read that you know." Bill said over the headlines he was reading loosely.

Ginny rolled her eyes, "You were not. They're not even funny."

"Yes, Ginevra, what on earth were you doing sleeping on the coach in your clothes last night? You didn't sneak out, did you? I mean you went to bed awfully early last night." Her mother had her hands on her hips aggressively, and it made Ginny want to laugh.

"No mother. I woke up, took a shower and realized it was six in the morning. I did go to bed at nine."

"Then why did you go back to sleep?" Her mother pressed on, convinced that her well behaved daughter had become rebellious over night.

"Oh, please, mother, who on earth would I be meeting?"

"I dunno, You and Colin always seemed pretty cozy." Ron commented, staring at his toaster in the annoying muggle invention their father had brought home and insisted they always used.

Ginny laughed a little. "Ron, I think Colin's boyfriend might get a little angry if we went out."

Ron ignored this comment, and went on, "How about George Figgle? I saw you two in the common room that one time…"

"Oh my god, Ron. I was tutoring him. I mean he is twelve years old."

"Okay, then." Ron insisted on going on, "It must've been someone else...Perhaps with eyes like a fresh pickled toad?"

Ron often teased her about this, though he really didn't have any idea that she actually did fancy him, quite a lot.

He wasn't very observant, considering it took him so long to realize he fancied Hermione and vice versa. So he definitely didn't see her turn red, and hide behind the comics, and muttered "You're so ridiculous."

"Oh look, Harry's here!" Mrs. Weasley declared, and they all followed her to let him in the front.

Mrs. Weasley hugged him fiercely, and Harry looked quite embarrassed. He shook all of the boys hands nodding in that silly way boys do, and he got to Ginny and just smiled in a way that made her a little woozy, and glad that at least he didn't awkwardly look to the ground.

"Hey Ginny." He said, still smiling, but as she examined him closer, she realized how sad and dead his eyes looked, and she wished she could do something more than stand and stare at him.

"Hullo Harry."

"Ron's asleep, I'm guessing?" He chuckled, and Ginny froze.

This conversation. It had happened…

A crash erupted from the kitchen-

"OH BLOODY FU…" Ron was screaming from the kitchen, and they all hurried in, to find him exactly how Ginny had dreamed him.

She was so shocked, she screamed.

"I'm glad to know you care about me so much, sis. I mean screaming bloody murder when your poor brother is bleeding like hell on the ground. Nice." Ron commented, as she wrapped an ace bandage around his leg.

She glared at him, "Oh shut up."

Harry sat next to Ron and Hermione who had just after Harry arrived, and said "Ginny, you did scream rather…loud."

"It was just so…strange." She shook her head, and stopped wrapping the bandage.

"What?" Ron asked, and whined, "Why'd you stop? My gash can feel the breeze."

"It's not a gash. It's a scrap, you big baby. And there's no breeze." Hermione said, annoyed.

"What was so strange, though?" Harry asked, looking at her intently, though he had snorted at Ron.

"I had a dream. I dreamed the exact same thing happened! Harry, you came in. We all said hello, and then Ron started cursing, and we all ran to see what's wrong. And you were on the ground, surrounded by the pieces of the jelly jar, with one in your leg. And then I woke up." She described, and they looked surprised.

"That's weird. Why can't you just heal my 'scrap' Hermione? You're supposed to be the head of class." Ron asked, not being able to talk about anything but his "gash"

"You know I'm not allowed to practice magic outside of school, Ron. And besides, the package said that the bandage will heal it within two hours."

"And if you stop whining, I might actually be able to get it on." Ginny said, and Ron went still and silent.

"Do you think it was just a coincidence? Ginny's dream?" Harry asked, obviously talking to Hermione.

"Maybe. Back in second year, when I was really excited to take divination…" Ron snorted rather purposefully at that, "Ron, I read a bunch of books. And apparently, there are three kinds of dream seers. Ones who can see the fortune of important people in the world… most of the time monarchs had one of these people as their assistants, to tell them what was happening to the other kings and queens, and what was going to come upon them. Other dream seers saw important events that happen, and then the last category was people who saw bad things that would happen to their loved ones. I mean, I don't really believe divination as a stable form of magic, but there are records of people making accurate predictions…"

"Gosh, Hermione, he didn't ask for your life story." Ron laughed, and Harry couldn't help but chuckle. Hermione wasn't as much of a know-it-all as she was in first year, but she did like to share her knowledge if people asked it of her. Though, sometimes, she got a bit carried away.

"So, could that be me? The third kind?"

Hermione shrugged, "If you had another dream, that saw something that would happened, you know, to a loved one. If not, it was probably just an entertaining dream that happened to come true…"

"Hey!" Ron whined, and everyone gave a snort or slight laugh. Their banter could be entertaining sometimes.

Ginny was glad at that moment, feeling for once like she was somewhat part of their group, as she finished wrapping Ron's bandage up.

For the next few days, she brushed the dream off, and relished in the acceptance of the golden trio. They were carefree for about a week. Playing board games (mostly chess) and Quidditch…until another dream struck Ginny.