Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the characters, or the surroundings. I only own the plot, and perhaps a few created characters of my own.

A/N: I'm writing a new fan fiction for Harry/Ginny lovers, so here it is. It's short for a first chapter (I get bored of first chapters quickly) but the remainders will be a lot longer. Plus, it's almost midnight where I am and I'm exhausted from writing. Read and review (There may be some spelling/grammatical errors; I wrote this on WordPad)

Chapter One: Reoccuring Visions

The sweat dripped off of his forehead, his sheets tangled around his body as he clutched the silky fabric of his comforter. His breath became ragged as he moaned in pain, shaking as his slim body twisted in circles. "Please, not her... don't take her away..." His voice was hoarse and raspy, as if he had been shouting all night, and his hair was messier than normal as he kicked off his covers. His eyes rolled back to the back of his head behind his closed eyelids and he growled with a mixture of pain and pure anger. Although he was sleeping, his voice was loud, and echoed off the walls of the dormitory; it was astonishing the other boys were sleeping through his screams of terror as he thrashed around in his bed, his chest heaving with each violent, deep breath.

"Not her!" he screamed out, clenching his teeth in anger and reaching to his pyjama pants, pulling out an invisible object. "I love her! Don't touch her, let her go!" The object seemed to be his wand in his nightmare-like dream, as he swished it in the air and muttered spells under his breath. Of course, the spells were uneffective without his wand by his side, but he continued to swipe the invisible wand in the air, tears beginning to pour from his eyes and down his cheeks.

"GINNY! NO!" he screamed one last time before a firm, masculin shake awoke him from his misery.

"Harry! Get up, mate! Wake up, Harry, it's only a dream!" three voices chanted around him as his eyes snapped open, a mix of tears and sweat causing him to close his eyes again at the burning pain.

"It was only a dream, mate," the first voice whispered, the voice's hand patting his broad shoulder. The hand belonged to Ron Weasley, Harry's best friend of almost seven years. As Harry's eyes finally stopped burning, he reached over and grabbed his glasses off the nightstand, bringing them to his face and staring up at his friend. Ron was wearing his pale blue pinstripe pyjama pants that Mrs. Weasley had bought him for his sixteenth birthday, along with a black and white Chudley Cannons t-shirt. His firey orange hair stood on end from having his skull shoved into his pillow, and a thin line of crusted drool was trailing down the side of his lip.

"Are you alright?" Ron asked, reaching over to turn on the oil lamp on the nightstand. Harry nodded in response and rubbed his eyes, wiping the sweat away from his sore eyes. It was the third night in the row that the same dream had occured. The dream took place in the dungeons of Hogwarts, suprisingly, where Voldemort had his wand pointed at Ginny, pinning her by the neck to the cold stone walls. Whenever Harry attempted to save the love of his life, a Death Eater would appear from behind Voldemort and launch the Crucio spell on him, causing him to fall to the ground in pain. As soon as the pain stopped, Voldemort would threaten to kill Ginny if he didn't join Voldemort's army of Death Eaters, and everytime Harry would refuse. By the end of the dream, the last scene Harry would see would be a group of Death Eaters surrounding Ginny's limp body, muttering spells under their breath as Voldemort finished Harry off. That was when he would wake up, always sweating, always crying.

"This is the third time this has happened," Seamus Finnagin said, sitting down across from Harry on Ron's four-poster bed. "What's going on with you?"

Harry glanced at Ron, who shook his head slowly and sat down beside Harry, as if to say "We can't tell them about your relation to Voldemort with your scar, not yet." Harry nodded in agreement silently, and turned towards Seamus and Neville. "They've just been reoccuring dreams, that's all. I'm sure they'll go away with time," he lied, rubbing his scar softly.

Seamus and Neville glanced at one another and shrugged. "I mean, maybe you should talk to McGonagall about this," Neville suggested, running his fingers through his already messy brown hair. Seamus nodded in agreement.

Ron stood up from the bed and leaped in between Neville and Seamus, climbing into his bed and kicking them out from underneath his covers. "Guys, let's just get back to sleep. Harry's probably already way exhausted and doesn't want to stay up all night talking about his dream," he said, winking behind the boys at Harry, who mouthed a silent thank you to his best friend.

"Fair enough," Seamus said, walking back towards his own bed and crawling under the covers. Neville gave Harry a worried look, unsure if he truly was alright or not, but finally turned and left for his own bed, leaving Harry and Ron lying across from each other in their beds, face to face.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Ron mouthed, tugging the deep red covers over his shoulders. Harry nodded and rested his head back against his pillow, staring up at the ceiling as his mind raced with thoughts. These dreams hadn't occured since last year, so why were the suddenly popping up into his head all of the sudden? It wasn't normal, but then again, nothing about Harry Potter's life was normal to begin with.

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The bright, autumn sun was the thing to wake up Harry the next morning as it shone in through his window. His eyes blinked slowly as the light gleamed into his eyes, causing him to close them again, groan, and roll over in his bed, pulling the pillow over his head with him. It was well past 7 o'clock on a Saturday morning at Hogwarts, and Harry found himself never wanting to leave the dormitory for some reason. After his dream last night, he got quite a bit of mild shut-eye for another five hours before the bright sunlight woke him up today.

There was a sudden amount of weight pressing down on the other side of Harry's bed, and he glanced over his shoulder to see Ron, fully dressed in a maroon jumper and pair of black cotton pants with a wide smile on his face. "Morning! Get up, let's get an early start on breakfast," he said, shaking his friend's arm back and forth. Leave it to Ron to ruin a perfectly good Saturday morning.

Groaning in agony, Harry sat up in his bed and threw the pillow from his head, letting it fall on the ground. He stretched his arms above his head and yawned widely. "Can't you think about anything other than food, Qudditch, and Hermione?" Harry asked, smirking at him.

Ron rolled his eyes and went over to Harry's trunk, tossing him a green V-neck sweater and pair of dark washed jeans. "Please, you're one to talk. You think about my sister so much that she's even in your nightmares," he muttered teasingly. Harry laughed and threw a pillow at Ron's head before he left the dormitory, making his way down to the common room to wait for the girls and him.

Harry glanced around the remainder of the dormitory. Seamus and Neville were already up and downstairs, their beds neatly made by the house-elves while Harry and Ron continued to sleep as Ron's bed sheets were still tangled up. He slowly lifted himself off the bed and grabbed Ron's comb, attempting to tame the messy bedhead he had been cursed with since he ever had hair. For once, a majority of the locks stayed down to his head, making him believe that today would be a good day. He slid on his glasses and changed out of his pyjamas into the clothes Ron had tossed at him before grabbing his wand and making his way downstairs, locking the dormitory behind him with the spell Hermione had taught him last week.

As the common room came into sight, Harry smiled at the threshold before him. Ron and Hermione giving each other a light peck on the lips as a good morning welcome and sitting side by side on the plush auburn couch near the fireplace, Crookshanks spread out on the table infront of them. Hermione beamed at Harry as he entered the room and waved, her curly brown tresses pulled into a pony tail. Then, there she was; the girl who had stolen his heart. Ginny was standing by the bulletin board, reading the headlines of The Daily Prophet that were posted up, her long red hair cascading in loose waves down her back. Her nose was freckled so lightly that you could only see them up close, and her bright blue eyes quickly scanned the first few pages. She was wearing a pair of black jeans and a white V-neck sweater, making her hair look even redder against the light background, and she was totally unaware that Harry was in the room. Slowly, he crept up behind her, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her neck lovingly.

"Oh!" she gasped in suprise before laughing softly and spinning around in Harry's embrace to give him a proper kiss. "Morning, Harry."

"Morning, Gin," he said, leaning down slightly to catch Ginny's lips in his. They had been dating since the beginning of last year, and honestly, Harry hadn't felt so happy in his entire life. Whenever he was with Ginny, his heart sped up and his breath quickened, even after thirteen months of dating. When they held hands, that spark of electricity still shot up his arm. He was inlove.

Ginny pulled back a moment later and slid her arms up around Harry's neck. "How'd you sleep?" she asked, looking into his emerald eyes with her own saphire ones. Harry glanced at Ron for a moment before looking down at his feet, his arms still embraced around Ginny. She pulled back in confusion, her hands rested on his neck but her body no longer pressed against his.

"Harry? What's wrong?" she asked worriedly, frowning up at him. Harry couldn't resist that.

"I had... another nightmare," he spoke quietly so Hermione didn't eavesdrop, gently resting his hand on the back of Ginny's soft tresses. "Where Voldemort..." he swallowed hard. "Tortured you."

Ginny frowned as she saw tears begin to creep into the corner of Harry's eyes, and wiped them away with her thumb. "Harry, this has been going on for too long now... three nights in a row! I mean, don't you think it's time to tell McGonagall now? I know she's not as helpful as Dumbledore was, but honestly, love." She paused to give Harry a gentle kiss beside his lips. "You have to tell her."

Harry looked up at Ginny and winced. "I know, it's just difficult for me to say things to McGonagall. I mean, Dumbledore used to be the one I went to," he said. Ginny nodded and rubbed her thumb on Harry's cheek.

"Tell her," she whispered, kissing his lips firmly. Harry kissed Ginny back before nodding and turning to glance at Ron and Hermione.

"You mean now?" he asked.

"Yes! Now's better then never," Ginny said, interlocking her fingers with his.

Harry groaned and bit his bottom lip. "Can I at least eat first?"

Ginny laughed and gently punched Harry's arm, resting her head on his shoulder as he lead her out of the common room. "You boys all think alike," she said.