The haunting strains of music continued to sound. So consuming, but untraceable. It was almost as if the music came from inside her. She walked down the corridor. The egg switched from egg to bird, and back to egg. Her ankle hurt. When she looked down there was something different from her previous dreams. She wasn't wearing her school uniform anymore. Instead she appeared to be wearing muggle clothes. A tight-fitting cotton shirt, and baggy pants made of some silky material. Her arms felt restrained as if there was something on them. She was right. Arm bands. Made from the same material as the pants they crossed each other down to her wrist. Her hands were covered in gloves with out fingers. "Strange" she thought as she looked at her hands. Her auburn hair was held in place by a silky headband, and on her feet she wore ballet slippers. Made of that same silky material that made the majority of her outfit. Suddenly her ankle gave out. Pain consumed her, like a fire burning parchment. She fell down. She couldn't move. Just when she was starting to panic she heard a yell.

With a jump Ginny Weasley awoke. The same dream had been haunting her for the past month. After she arrived home from Hogwarts. She just wished she would go away. But today's dream had been different. She was wearing different clothes. Not one color on them. All black. It contrasted with her hair. All fiery red, against the solemn blackness of her clothing. There was no time to wonder, for her clock was chiming 6:00. Time to get out of bed.

The kitchen at the Burrow was chaotic as usual. All of her brothers were there. Well, all but Percy. But Ginny had long since stopped considering Percy as her brother. It had been her first year. But she didn't want to think about her first year. Not now. That was better to think about on her own time. When no one else was there.

At the counter her mom was busy mixing and cooking. The food magically zapped itself into the bowls on the table. The table (and the room) had been magically stretched, to accommodate everyone. Especially since Harry and Hermione were arriving today, at noon.

In fact, the kitchen was so chaotic that no one realized that Ginny just got up and left. No one realized when she went out the door. And, especially, no one had noticed that she had been crying.

In the garden there was a tree. And on the tree there was a swing. The tree hid the swing from view. The drooping branches made sure of that. This was Ginny's refuge. Where she hid from the rest of the world. Where she hid since the end of the first year, where she hid even more since the end of this year. There she sobbed her heart out almost all the time. No one could hear her there.

Even though she hid it well, the event of the last year had taken their toll on her. Truth be told she had been corresponding with Sirius. But she knew what she was doing. She met Sirius in Hogsmeade in third year. The letter were written then disguised as letters from a muggle friend. She missed Sirius; he was her best friend, and her confidante. She hadn't seen him die, but she knew when he had, she could feel it.

On the train she had joked around with her brother, telling him that she had chosen Dean Thomas. She hadn't. She has told Dean that she wasn't really up to being in any relationship. She had claimed that she had felt too haunted to be involved at the moment. It had worked, and Dean had left her alone.

An owl flying through the leaves of her tree interrupted her reverie. It was her Hogwarts letter. And there was a letter from the ministry. She wondered what they would want with her. Oh well, she opened up her Hogwarts letter.

Dear Miss Weasley,

Another year at Hogwarts is about to start. There are some changes to the running of Hogwarts.

First of all, the uniforms are not to be in use this year. The governors of Hogwarts figure that it is creating a discord between the houses and that to abolish that discord there are to be no more uniforms.

Second of all because of the events of last year you are to be entered in some select classes. These classes will take over the place of Divination and Muggle Studies. The classes will be "Combat" and "Delving into the Dark Arts". You will find the books needed on your supplies list.

Deputy Headmistress,

Minerva McGonagall

'That's weird,' she thought as she read the letter. She didn't understand why she would be chosen for those classes; it was probably just a random thing that she was just lucky to be in. But the no uniforms, that was odd. But with that rule she could probably make the clothes from her dream. It would be neat to have some new clothes. With that thought she opened the second letter.

Ms. Virginia Weasley,

Your actions at the end of the last academic school year are deeply appreciated. Under the torment of deep scrutiny you and some companions fought for what was right, to try to fight You-Know-Who. Although deeply foolish, the Ministry of Magic appreciates your help.

As thanks you will be receiving your own Gringotts vault. You will receive a monthly stipend of 1000 galleons, for your own use. You vault will be number 1313, and your key is enclosed in the envelope attached to the piece of parchment.

The Minister for Magic,

Cornelius Fudge.

Now this was good news. Now she wouldn't have to depend of transfigured material. She could go to Diagon Alley and get her clothing made. This would be great! Whooping she ran into the house to tell her parents the good news.

When she entered the Burrow, she was lucky enough to slip back into her spot and grab a piece of toast. It was more chaotic than it had been before. Ron was bright red, and beaming. He had opened a letter from the ministry, and he was holding a key in his hand. Ginny slipped the key off her letter, and put it in her pocket and slipped quietly back up to her room.

At her desk there was all her homework-all completed. At the beginning of the summer, to avoid the dreams, Ginny had given up sleeping. Luckily she had "borrowed" some Pepper-Up potions from the potions master, Severus Snape, and the matron of the Hospital Wing, Poppy Pomfrey. She looked over her homework, and she didn't notice any mistakes.

Ginny went to her trunk and pulled out a book. Sitting on her bed she began to read. But suddenly, out of nowhere music began to play. It was haunting. Like the music in her dream, but it was a different song. Minor key sounding music, slow, it sounded like a music box. The music was compelling her to do what it wanted, bending her to its will. She lay down, because that's what the music wanted, she could feel it. The music compelled her to sleep, and she slept.

The music lulled Ginny into a sleep so deep she dreamed. The dream wasn't one that she usually had. It was really bizarre.


The music was back. The tune was familiar, as if she had heard it before. She knew what was going to come next in the tune. It was played on the piano most of the time. In her dream she was walking down the corridor beside herself. Her other self was dressed as if she were a rich woman, perhaps a princess, or a lady of a grand estate. Her face was wet as tears glistened down her face. Her other self looked so sad that she started crying herself.

Footsteps, as if they were from many men echoed down the hall. Panic issues through her body, her face the picture of the one beside her. They started to run. Run, and run, and run. Soon, the men, who seemed to be soldiers, caught her other self. No one seemed to be able to see her. She followed the screaming woman down into a chamber. Where she was thrown in, and the door was locked. Finally she was able to look down at herself.

Half expecting herself to be dressed like the woman, she was surprised when she saw her clothes. Her clothes were kind of like the clothes she had been wearing before, but strangely different. They seemed to be more girl-ish. Her pants were made out of cotton, and only went three quarters down her leg. They weren't too tight, but they weren't too loose either. Under her pants she seemed to be wearing fishnet tights. Her top was made of the material that her pants from the previous dream had been. The top was sleeveless until just above her breasts, then changed into a tighter fishnet than that of her tights, then changed back into the same material of her shirt. She wore the fingerless glozes again. Her hair was now in a high ponytail, tied up with a ribbon of the same silky material.

A day later, the same men burst into her room. Hercompanion fainted and they picked her up and carried her out. She chased after them. Out of the room, down the hall, down several sets of stairs. Out into townand to the courtyard in the middle. In the middle of the courtyard there was a giant post of wood, and a pile of sticks surrounding it, holding it down. They woke her other self. And then they tied her to the post, and the crowd that had gathered around the wood started jeering. Both her and her other self were crying. Tears streaming down her face. The wood was light. She could feel the heat on her own legs. She could feel the flesh burning, melting. She felt a surge of power. More powerful that she had ever felt before, even when Tom had invaded her body.

She, despite the pain, pushed both her hands forwards in front of her, instinctively trying to stop the fire. The power of her arms thrusting forwards knocked her over, into the fire. Her hands stopped her fall. But unfortunately she fell onto the fire. Her hands burnt. She jerked upwards screaming from the pain.

Screaming, Ginny sat up in her bed. Looking around she realized she was no longer in her room at the Burrow. She was in some sort of sterile surroundings. Vaguely reminded of the Hospital Wing at school she realized she was at St. Mungo's hospital. Her family, Harry, and Hermione were all gathered around the bed. She looked at them. Vaguely noting that her mother was crying, she fell back down onto her pillow.

Nurses rushed into her room and shooed her family away. The two nurses looked at her blacked palms, lifting the up to inspect them. Wincing Ginny pulled away her hands. The nurses tutted and took her hands, magically numbing them, and started to wrap them up in bandages.

"Strange things are happening lately," Stated one of the nurses.

"Now, Ethel, don't scare the child," Ordered the other.

Puffing up in anger at the insult of being called a child. Ginny got out of bed, and left the room, using the skill she had acquired over the summer. Slipping silently into the hall she located her family at the end of the hall. Her mom seemed to be fretting, and the rest of the group seemed to be trying to calm her. Quickly walking Ginny was able to get down to the other end of the hall.

Her mother, with that strangely annoying skill that mothers have, could tell when Ginny got there. Quickly turning around she consumed Ginny in a giant bear hug. "Oh dear we were so worried. You were out for a day. We couldn't wake you so we took you here. And now you're awake, and burnt." Tears streamed down her mother's face. "Now lets get you back into your room. We'll explain everything there.

Molly Weasley, closely followed by the rest, escorted Ginny down the hall, into her room, and tucked her into the bed. Chairs were quickly summoned and everyone sat down to explain what they had seen in the past 24 hours.