Just a dream
Ginny woke with a start. She had the same dream for five days now. It was the same dream coming to her, every night. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't tell anyone, the grief they would give her; she knew it would cause problems. Even though, it was a silly dream, her feelings and thoughts were all real. She knew that she couldn't say anything. She can already imagine what her friends would say, worse then that, her family and especially Ron. "It's just a petty dream" she muttered to herself quietly. Her feelings and thoughts all confused. Was a dream just a dream? Or a dream based on reality? Ginny had no clue. As she lay silently in her warm bed, she turned to her left, where the red velvet curtains had been hanging off the side of the golden rails. She stared at the window; she could see white skies with a hint of yellow sunshine peeping through a white cloud which were drifting slowly. Ginny tried to forget about the dream, but she couldn't forget. It kept coming back to her and replaying it in her head. She thought about how it would be, if she just told everyone. All her worries and thoughts would go away, she would be happy and everything would be perfect. She smiled to herself as her thoughts filled up her mind. But then she came to reality, as her smile faded, she realised that they were only thoughts which can never come true, she was still staring through the window in daze.
She got up slowly, she was still tired, her eyes thirsty for sleep. It was quiet; she could hear nothing but herself breathe and the rustles she made as she was making her way through her bedcovers. Everyone in her dorm had seemed to have gone to the great hall for breakfast; there was no one to be seen, only herself and her thoughts alone in a cold room. She buried her face in her hands and then dragged them off her face. Ginny was fully awake now. She had been a wreck for five days, her face pale with dark bags under her eyes, she hardly slept. Even her fellow gryffindors knew something was up. She decided to put a stop to this dream, and move on. She knew that it could never work, and this made her unhappy. Ginny looked in the mirror, she saw a pale girl with golden ginger hair looking back at her. She combed her hair with her long pale fingers. She thought how this could happen to her. How can she let her dreams, allow her to feel like this?