Chapter 1
Ginny wasn't in her four-poster bedroom anymore. Actually, she had not the slightest to where she currently resided. It was dark, cold, and frankly, not very pleasant at all. But where was this?
As her eyes got used to her dark surroundings, objects around her began to take form. It was a forest! Ginny Weasley had somehow magically been transported into a dark, cold evergreen. But of course, anything was possible in the Wizarding World.
Ginny walked frantically around, hoping to run into someone she knew. A part of her wanted to stay back, but she couldn't stay there forever. She needed to get out of this place, and she needed to leave now. Something wasn't right, she felt it in her gut.
A snapping of twigs was heard behind her, and without a second glance, Ginny ran. She had no idea where she was running, or what had caused that noise, but she didn't feel like stopping to turn around either. She ran, her heart racing faster and faster every second. She could now hear the speeding heart of her's through her chest. But she had to keep running.
She hit the ground with a jolt as her foot collided with a risen tree- root from the ground. She knew that whatever was behind her would surely catch up with her now. Yet, she couldn't hear anything but her own heavy panting.
Ginny raised her head, expecting to see a werewolf or monster of some kind. With on quick gasp, she backed away, still residing on the ground. Her foot, now flowing with pain, surely couldn't hold her up. Tears ran down her face rapidly as she glared at the object in front of her. The diary of Tom Riddle.
"No, no, get away! Leave me alone!" she cried, knowing that the book could hear and understand every word she said. It wasn't any ordinary book. Ginny had remembered when she was kidnapped the owner whom resided in the diary. The person that took her soul, and almost killed the boy whom survived the power of the Dark Lord himself, Harry Potter.
"Please! Leave me alone! Get away! No!"
With one quick scream, Ginny sat upright on her bed in the four- poster bedroom which resided in Hogwarts. Tears were still roaming down her face, and she felt as though all the oxygen in her lungs where suddenly evaporating with every deep breath she took.
"Ginny! Are you alright?! What was that all about?!" Ginny's screams and pleads must have been heard during the night, as now all her room mates were sitting on her bed, shocked expressions on their faces.
"A nightmare? Did you have a nightmare?" asked the voice again. It was Nicole Doris, one of her best friends since 4th year (Ginny was currently in 6th year). Ginny just simply nodded her head in agreement.
'A nightmare? Oh god, that's what it was. A nightmare.' She thought. The girls around her bed simply gave one loud sigh in unison, and went off downstairs, most likely to eat breakfast. The smell of buttered toast and pancakes filled the air in the dormitory as the girls opened the door.
Ginny quickly threw on her robes, brushed her hair, and got all her books for her next classes. She had no intentions of missing breakfast today.
Ginny Weasley sat at the Gyrffindor table, companied by her three favorite 7th years, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley (her brother), and Hermione Granger. She sat next to Hermione, and the two boys on the opposite side. For some reason, Ginny just wasn't hungry anymore. She had been this morning, but now, the buttered toast, eggs, pancakes, and sausages didn't look so appetizing anymore.
"What's wrong, Ginny? Mom would have beheaded you if she found out you were wasting food. And what's wrong with your eyes? Their all puffy and red. You been crying lately?" Ron questioned.
Ginny just looked up. She hadn't noticed she was playing with her food with her silver platted fork. She bit her bottom lip and thought to herself.
'I don't know if I should tell them what I dreamt. I mean, it wasn't a really big deal. Just a coincidence. It's not like any of it was true.'
"Yes. I mean, well, no. I mean, no, wait.."
The three looked at Ginny in a confused manner.
Ginny sighed, she had to tell them. She couldn't not tell anyone.
"Well, I had this really weird dream last night."
"Weird? How?" asked a confused Harry.
Ginny flushed, just a little. She didn't like Harry like she used to, but occasionally he made her blush for no particular reason.
"I dreamt that I was in a forest, and.I was being stalked by.Harry, you know. That.book. And for some reason I knew he was inside it, so, that's it. Nothing big." She lied. She didn't want to go into detail.
"I'm sure it's nothing Ginny. Maybe it was just some kind of flashback nightmare or something. Don't worry about it." Hermione reassured her.
Ginny knew she wasn't just saying that to comfort her. Hermione repeatedly stated on the train-ride to Hogwarts that she didn't want anything 'exciting' happen to Harry this year. It was his final year here, and she didn't want him to get killed before he graduated.
Ginny simply nodded her head in reply. She didn't bother looking up at Harry and Ron. She knew they thought Hermione was right. What could one little dream do? It wasn't like it could harm someone.
Ginny wasn't in her four-poster bedroom anymore. Actually, she had not the slightest to where she currently resided. It was dark, cold, and frankly, not very pleasant at all. But where was this?
As her eyes got used to her dark surroundings, objects around her began to take form. It was a forest! Ginny Weasley had somehow magically been transported into a dark, cold evergreen. But of course, anything was possible in the Wizarding World.
Ginny walked frantically around, hoping to run into someone she knew. A part of her wanted to stay back, but she couldn't stay there forever. She needed to get out of this place, and she needed to leave now. Something wasn't right, she felt it in her gut.
A snapping of twigs was heard behind her, and without a second glance, Ginny ran. She had no idea where she was running, or what had caused that noise, but she didn't feel like stopping to turn around either. She ran, her heart racing faster and faster every second. She could now hear the speeding heart of her's through her chest. But she had to keep running.
She hit the ground with a jolt as her foot collided with a risen tree- root from the ground. She knew that whatever was behind her would surely catch up with her now. Yet, she couldn't hear anything but her own heavy panting.
Ginny raised her head, expecting to see a werewolf or monster of some kind. With on quick gasp, she backed away, still residing on the ground. Her foot, now flowing with pain, surely couldn't hold her up. Tears ran down her face rapidly as she glared at the object in front of her. The diary of Tom Riddle.
"No, no, get away! Leave me alone!" she cried, knowing that the book could hear and understand every word she said. It wasn't any ordinary book. Ginny had remembered when she was kidnapped the owner whom resided in the diary. The person that took her soul, and almost killed the boy whom survived the power of the Dark Lord himself, Harry Potter.
"Please! Leave me alone! Get away! No!"
With one quick scream, Ginny sat upright on her bed in the four- poster bedroom which resided in Hogwarts. Tears were still roaming down her face, and she felt as though all the oxygen in her lungs where suddenly evaporating with every deep breath she took.
"Ginny! Are you alright?! What was that all about?!" Ginny's screams and pleads must have been heard during the night, as now all her room mates were sitting on her bed, shocked expressions on their faces.
"A nightmare? Did you have a nightmare?" asked the voice again. It was Nicole Doris, one of her best friends since 4th year (Ginny was currently in 6th year). Ginny just simply nodded her head in agreement.
'A nightmare? Oh god, that's what it was. A nightmare.' She thought. The girls around her bed simply gave one loud sigh in unison, and went off downstairs, most likely to eat breakfast. The smell of buttered toast and pancakes filled the air in the dormitory as the girls opened the door.
Ginny quickly threw on her robes, brushed her hair, and got all her books for her next classes. She had no intentions of missing breakfast today.
Ginny Weasley sat at the Gyrffindor table, companied by her three favorite 7th years, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley (her brother), and Hermione Granger. She sat next to Hermione, and the two boys on the opposite side. For some reason, Ginny just wasn't hungry anymore. She had been this morning, but now, the buttered toast, eggs, pancakes, and sausages didn't look so appetizing anymore.
"What's wrong, Ginny? Mom would have beheaded you if she found out you were wasting food. And what's wrong with your eyes? Their all puffy and red. You been crying lately?" Ron questioned.
Ginny just looked up. She hadn't noticed she was playing with her food with her silver platted fork. She bit her bottom lip and thought to herself.
'I don't know if I should tell them what I dreamt. I mean, it wasn't a really big deal. Just a coincidence. It's not like any of it was true.'
"Yes. I mean, well, no. I mean, no, wait.."
The three looked at Ginny in a confused manner.
Ginny sighed, she had to tell them. She couldn't not tell anyone.
"Well, I had this really weird dream last night."
"Weird? How?" asked a confused Harry.
Ginny flushed, just a little. She didn't like Harry like she used to, but occasionally he made her blush for no particular reason.
"I dreamt that I was in a forest, and.I was being stalked by.Harry, you know. That.book. And for some reason I knew he was inside it, so, that's it. Nothing big." She lied. She didn't want to go into detail.
"I'm sure it's nothing Ginny. Maybe it was just some kind of flashback nightmare or something. Don't worry about it." Hermione reassured her.
Ginny knew she wasn't just saying that to comfort her. Hermione repeatedly stated on the train-ride to Hogwarts that she didn't want anything 'exciting' happen to Harry this year. It was his final year here, and she didn't want him to get killed before he graduated.
Ginny simply nodded her head in reply. She didn't bother looking up at Harry and Ron. She knew they thought Hermione was right. What could one little dream do? It wasn't like it could harm someone.
