Ginny sat up in bed. It was the middle of the night and she rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she fought to focus on her room at the Burrow. Then she heard it. The noise that had awoken her. It was the sound of a flute. It was coming from outside. She stood up and walked sleepily to her window and opened it. A cool summer breeze swept over her face as the haunting melody carried itself on the wind across the rushes that surrounded the Weasley house. She stood there mesmerised by the tune. Where was it coming from? No sooner had it started then it stopped. She waited a few minutes for it to start up again but there was nothing.

Leaving the window open she sat on the right side of her bed staring out at the new moon glowing brightly in the sky almost praying for the tune to come back. It was extraordinary the effect it had on the youngest of the Weasley family. She replayed the song over and over in her head. It was so painful. Having heard it Ginny felt her heart breaking open. After half an hour of sitting on her bed, almost in tears at several points, staring at the window waiting for the song to begin again Ginny gave up and lay back down on top of her mattress.

The next morning she was awakened by the sound of her mother's screeching voice shooting up the stairs for the family to come down to breakfast. Ginny sat up and turned to sit on the left side of her bed. What an incredible dream she chuckled half heartedly to herself since the powerful effect of the tune was still spinning in her heart. Suddenly a warm breeze tickled the back of her neck. She looked behind her and her mouth dropped open as she stared blankly at the open window. It wasn't a dream!

She sat down at the breakfast table as her mother put down a bowl of porridge in front of her. Ginny's mind was still playing the tune back in her head, it was becoming almost obsessive. Staring blankly she had almost failed to notice her breakfast.

"What's the matter dear?" asked her mother, Molly Weasley.

Ginny didn't know if she should tell her mother about the strange song she had heard in the night. Even she thought it was a little bit crazy.

"Well?" asked Mrs Weasley.

"Mum?"

"Yes?" said Mrs Weasley. It still took some self encouragement to get herself to speak but nevertheless Ginny got the words out.

"Did you hear anything last night?" she asked vaguely.

"Only you father snoring" joked Mrs Weasley. "Why? What did you hear?"

"Music" she said. "A flute I think. In the night across the field. The song. It was beautiful. So painful and yet…so…."

Mrs Weasley giggled. "Sounds to me like you were having a dream."

"No!" shot Ginny. "It definitely wasn't! It was real!"

"Dreams can often feel that way" said Mrs Weasley. Ginny was now more confused than ever. She was now questioning it herself. Had she opened the window before she went to bed? It had been a warm evening after all. The whole experience now seemed to be watered down somewhat and she dismissed it as a dream but that didn't keep the tune from ringing in her head all day.

It had been a typical summer day in the Weasley household. There were the usual pops, bangs and general explosions from the Twin's room each of which were followed by the standard regulation complaint from Percy. Ron spent much of the day chasing a Gnome that had stolen his Quidditch Weekly magazine.

As the evening drew in Ginny sat on the bench outside the kitchen window staring out across the rushes from where she had heard the song. Why was this praying on her mind so much? It wasn't the first time I've heard a beautiful song she chuckled to herself.

Before she had even realised the sun had crept behind the horizon and the sky was blanketed by a beautiful violet sky, the remnants of the now departed sun. The temperature had cooled and Ginny pulled herself out of a near hypnotic self induced trance to go back inside. As she walked through the door she paused in the archway and turned back for one last glimpse before finally going inside. After supper she went to her room and got ready for bed. Despite the warm day her room was suitably cool for a comfortable nights sleep but before she turned out the light she opened the window as a last gesture to the hope of the song returning in the night.