Running. Her feet beat against the floor in a rhythmic pattern. Thump! Thump! Thump! Her heart raced even faster, whether by adrenaline or fear she wasn't sure. She feared it would jump out of her chest if it beat any harder. Thump! Thump! Thump! But that wasn't something to be worried about at a time like this. The shadows danced with mayhem. A thousand eyes looked on yet not one could be seem. Shadows watched yet when you looked only plain, solid walls looked back. The paintings on the wall actually did watch though. But they did not look on in contempt. They did not look on in mocking. Not like the shadows. No they simply looked on in curiosity. Why was this strange young woman running down pitch-black hallways? It didn't even look like she was watching were she was going. She was just running. And that was true. The girl didn't know where she was going. But she wasn't just simply running. She had to get there. Where there was she wasn't sure but it seemed like her feet knew the way even if her mind was still clueless. Her feet no longer listened to her mind. Now they took orders directly from the heart fore even if her mind was in the dark her heart was wide open. In her heart she sensed him. She knew she was getting close. She could feel him. Feel his pain as who ever held him inflicted their latest torture.

"No!" she screamed into the darkness. Her heart was breaking and her mind was now ripping apart at the seams as she felt the same pain he did. Him, her love, was dying and she couldn't stop it. The pain was too much. As it grew the girl sank to her knees, clutching her head as it exploded in burst after burst of pain.

The paintings watched on in concern and worry. Why did the strange running girl suddenly scream? Their was no attack around so why was she in pain. What was happening?

The shadows reacted differently. They laughed. Whispering winds of soft, cryptic laughter was over the girl. Even through her pain she could hear it, hear it mocking her. She couldn't let them win. Then suddenly she knew. This pain wasn't real. Not to her. It was very real to him, to her it was just a memory, his mind.

Pushing back into her own mind she slowly began to rise. As soon as she was steady on her feet, her legs took off again. They ran for what seemed like forever. Thump! Thump! Thump! Down hallways. Thump! Hidden, and abandoned at this hour. Thump! Unfamiliar to her. Thump! Suddenly an eerie silence entered the hallway. She had stopped running. Right in front of a strange door. It was tall, solid and pitch black. It screamed run back. But she couldn't. He was behind that door. She knew he was behind that door. Summing all the courage she was supposed to be famous for, she reached out slowly and carefully, completely aware of her surroundings. Just as she was about to touch the shiny, brass knob a voice broke her concentration, causing her to jump back. It came from nowhere. It whispered to her.

"Ginny. Ginny" So the shadows wanted to scare her. Well she wouldn't let them. Again she reached forward but a mysterious force shook her. The voices spoke again, this time screaming in urgency.

"Ginny! Ginny! Its ok!"

"No!" She screamed for the second time. "Let me go! No!"

She had to save him. Didn't the voices get this. The pain was coming back again so she knew he would be feeling much worse. She had to help him, keep the pain away. But this damn voice wouldn't let her.

As she struggled against her hidden bonds the voice became much more urgent.

"Ginny! It's me! Come back! Ginny!"

Suddenly the whole earth shook and she was enveloped in darkness.

Ginny bolted forward, dragged from her dream. That's all it was, a dream. More like a nightmare. But it was so real. Slowly, Ginny's disoriented mind became aware of her surroundings. It was dark. She felt a cool wetness on her cheeks. Touching a shaky hand to her face she realized with a start that she was crying. She closed her eyes to the darkness, willing her self to calm down. This time when she opened her eyes, her body still shaking slightly, her vision was flooded with light. Looking around she saw that she was the center of attention. All five girls that she shared a dorm with were gathered around her bed, all in their pajamas with looks of concern on their faces. It was Hermione who spoke first.

"Ginny are you okay?" Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper, as if she was afraid to scare Ginny, but the concern and worry she was feeling was genuine and heard.

Ginny didn't know what to tell her. Was she okay? Physically yes. Mentally she was shaken and, if she was being honest with herself, frightened out of her mind. She didn't know what the dream was about. Who was she running to? Where was she running? What was happening behind that door? There were so many questions but for now they had to be left unanswered. Right now she had to deal with the now. And the now included 5 girls who all looked on with concerned expressions. If the situation was different Ginny might take a moment to smile that she had so many people care about her but right now all she was thinking about was that dream.

First things first, thought Ginny, I have talk to Hermione.

While she was lost in thought Hermione had repeated her question. This time Ginny answered.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It was just a bad dream." There! That should be enough to appease them. To allow them to store away those concerned expressions for another time. And it really was enough, four of the girls gave her light smiles and padded off to their separate beds. But one of those girls didn't find the answer satisfactory.

Hermione gave her the same light smile as the other girls, but instead of going back to bed she sat on the edge of Ginny's bed. Her simple white cotton night gown, made for practicality not fashion, hugged her close as she sat. Her bushy brown curls hung down her back. Her face showed a look of worry but her eyes still spoke of the sleep she was enjoying moments before.

"Ginny, that wasn't just any dream. You were thrashing around in your sleep and practically screaming. Do you want to talk about it? Maybe I can help?" Normally Ginny would spill her guts to Hermione. She was one of her best friends. She was there through all the other drama in Ginny's life. But for some reason, something in the back of her mind told her to keep the detail of her dream to herself. And Ginny trusted her mind, or gut, whichever you want to call it.

"Listen, Hermione, really it was just a dream. I…I…" Luckily Ginny was saved from lying to her friend when suddenly she became aware of a peculiar smell in the air. Where had she smelled that before? Searching her mind she found the answer, the World Cup! How could she forget it was the same smell she smell right before Death Eaters burned down the spectateurs camp. Wait a second. Burned down the spectateurs camp? That could only mean one thing… Fire!