Harry.
She pushed the door open and whispered,
"Harry?"
Harry's head appeared in the middle of the round classroom. His face was streaked with the trails of his tears and Ginny ran to him and threw her arms round him. James Potter's invisibilty cloak slipped to the ground as the two teens cried together, Harry from the horrors of his nightmare, and Ginny because she could feel his pain. After about fifteen minutes Ginny asked,
"What did Tom show you this time?"
Tom Riddle, or Lord Voldemort, had possesssed Ginny in her first year and made her do terrible things. Whilst under the control of Voldemort, Ginny had strangled chickens, and set an ancient basilisk on muggleborns. A basilisk could kill if a person looked it right in the eye, but if it was seen in a reflection, the victim was merely, petrified.
"He tortured an entire town. An entire towm, Ginny!" Harry rasped, his voice husky from crying.
"He made me watch as he killed children's parents in front of them, but he, he killed them the muggle way. So he slit wrists, broke bones, crushed them. He even Imperio'd a six year old and made her skin her family alive! It was so bad, Gin."
He broke down in tears again and Ginny pulled his face up to meet her eyes.
"Harry James Potter! This is not your fault! If you hadn't been born, I would still have been possessed, but I would have died!"
Harry looked at her, and in the split second it took to move his head, he had made up his mind. He was going to fight, and if he died, he was going to take Voldemort with him.
Ginny saw the glint in his eyes and added,
"And if you leave me behind when you go hunting Horcruxes, I will hex you so bad that you will be lucky if you could breathe out your nose. Capiche?"
Harry gulped and nodded his head at his fiery headed girlfriend.
"Capiche."
