A/N: Hey this is my new story I have a lot more written to this one than the other one which I will continue sometime soon. So enjoy… this ones short but there will be longer ones.
It's that bad dream before you wake up
you realize it then you sit up
you know it wouldn't be so bad
if it didn't... hurt so much
Chapter 1: A Scary Daymare
Ginny awoke stretching in bed and listened. Upon hearing no sound she sighed happily no one was awake yet. She turned slightly hoping to catch a few more Z's when she caught sight of Harry sleeping peacefully on her fluffy white carpet. He almost looked like an angel laying there... "Wait a second Harry?" she yelled out in a whispering tone. Ginny Rubbed her eyes but yes he was still there breathing lightly. So it wasn't just another one of her daydreams.
Oh the perv! She thought as she grabbed her wand. She jumped as he moved exposing his shirtless bod. She smiled mischievously to herself. "So? Harry's been working out huh?" She slapped herself mentally. "Gin, what are you thinking? It' Harry were over him remember? We have to be dangerous this year!" "oh, shut-up I only want to look at him. Why must my conscious be such a mini-me?"
"This is what summer boredom does to me; makes me talk to myself. But this is the only way I can be sure of an intelligent conversation. I mean conversing with Ron is like conversing with a monkey." She looked down at Harry again, but instead of seeing Harry she saw another shirtless body. It was crouching down on the ground cringing in pain. She couldn't see his face for it was covered by his black hair, his back welted with deep blood-red marks.
Suddenly without consent she too was crouching on the ground. Everything went black, she could only see him. She felt as if her back were on fire an unbearable pain. Then a voice rang out "Come now you can't tell me you always give up so quickly, or can you Francesco." She looked around but couldn't find the source of the voice anywhere. And it wasn't Tom Riddle. She remembered his voice all to well. This voice was deeper and more sinister sounding.
Suddenly she was up and standing while the guy whom the voice called Francesco did the exact same thing at the same time she did. Then a hand appeared out of nowhere and started lashing him with a whip she felt the pain as he felt it she could tell as they both fell from the pain. Yet no one was harming her. She then let out a yell and all to abruptly she let out a yell and was hurled out of her nightmare like daydream.