Okay, this is just a teaser. And I apologize that it doesn't describe much at the moment. I promise there is more to come. I had to get this out so I can let the story flow.

She leaned over the crib and whispered, "Goodnight, my sweet angel." Slowly as she walked toward the door of the nursery, a tear fell from her eye knowing that her baby would never know who her father was. She closed the door without a sound and sighed. It had been one year since the passing of her husband, and Ginny still felt lost.

What am I going to to? Ginny thought to herself. Life is not going to get any easier. At least I have my babies.

"Mum what's the matter?" her son called from the room across the hall.

"Hmm?" Ginny didn't realize that her son was still awake reading his school books. "Nothing, James. I'm fine. Just thinking about your father. That's all."

"Okay. You know I worry about you, Mum."

"Go back to studying." With that, Ginny walked down the hallway and into her bedroom and shut the door behind her. And she wept. Tears were the only way to express her the pain she felt inside. She knew she wasn't completely alone in raising her children, because of her family. But, knowing she would never feel the warmth of a man burned inside.

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The coldness of the dungeons made the hair on the back of her neck stand. The corrider was pitch black except for the flicker of a light coming from the classroom at the end of the hall. 'What is that?' she questioned. As afraid as she was, she walked closer to understand why there was only a single light, and no one around. 'I have been down this was so many times, but now, something doesn't feel right.' Her footsteps against the stone echoed only making the scene scarier. As she approached the door, all she saw was a shadow of a person. Not able to tell whether it was a man or woman, she asked the stranger, "Who are you?" Right as the person was about to answer...

Not again, Ginny thought to herself. For the past 2 nights Ginny was awoken by the same dream. Only it bothered her because she had still yet to figure out who the stranger in the classroom was.

A/N: I don't own the character of Ginny Weasly, Ron, Hermion or any Harry Potter character, that is the property of JK Rowling. all others are my own. If you have any questions please feel free to email me