Ginny sat with Ari and Colin as usual. She just stared at the toast on her plate like it would bite her nose off. Ron seemed to notice this, and leaned across the table, looking into her brown eyes with his blue ones.

'Gin bug, eat up. Don't want you getting any thinner.' Ron himself was scoffing down bacon, eggs, and hash browns at a rate that made Ginny queasy.

'I'm not particularly hungry.' Ginny murmured, avoiding his gaze. Ron shrugged, as if to say he'd tried, and went back to talking to Harry. Ginny, not eating, found she could hear everything being said around her, including Ron as he chewed his food disgustingly with his mouth open.

'Were they there last night?' Hermione whispered. Ginny didn't really mean to listen in to the conversation that the trio was having across from her, but Ari and Colin were talking about hoping that Slughorn wouldn't be as hard on them as Snape had been, and Ginny somehow felt a connection to what the trio were talking about.

'No, I couldn't find them anywhere.' Harry replied, his green gaze looking right past Ginny's shoulder. For a second she thought she'd been staring at them, and they knew she was eaves dropping, but then she realised they were looking at the Slytherin table, across the hall. 'As far as I know, come seven, they just appeared there.'

'And you swear you didn't see them anywhere near the Owlery before that, right?' Hermione asked.

'Positive.' Harry muttered, coughing into his pumpkin juice slightly as his gaze moved slightly till he was looking at Ginny. He noticed the toast on her plate and frowned. 'You really should eat up.' He said, before standing up and walking out of the hall. Ron reached forward, taking one of the slices of toast from her plate, and hurried after him. Hermione, glaring after the two of them, made her apologies to Ari, Colin, and herself, before running over to Professor McGonagall who had just started handing out time tables at the top of the table.

'Great.' Ginny said, as she looked at her timetable. She had Divination to begin with, then Defense Against the Dark Arts with Snape, and a double History of Magic. 'Mondays,' she said, 'are the bane of my existance.' Ari and Colin agreed with her as they stuffed their bags quickly and headed up to the tower, where they were the first ones their.

Ginny sat in her usual chair at the back, with Ari. Colin was in Arithmancy. Ginny took out her textbook. They were going to begin with tea leaves, as a recap. How exciting. Ginny gazed out of the window. The feeling wasn't there now. She looked at Ari subtly under her lashes.

Ari was a good friend to Ginny. She supported her with everything. When Harry had been made to leave the Quidditch team last year, she had encouraged Ginny to try out for Seeker, instead of the Chaser position she had so obviously been pining for. Ginny knew that by begging her to tell the trio Ari was concerned about her, and more importantly about whatever it meant, that odd black glow feeling in the forest.

Ginny still wanted to find out herself what the glow was. Looking at Ari now, she knew that her friend would try to dissuade her from what she wanted to do. But she also knew that her own stubborness would end up having her do it no matter who it was begging her to tell the trio. Even if Harry Potter, the boy she'd had a crush on for so long, were to ask her to tell him what was up… She wouldn't. Ginny needed to know. She was the only one who got the feeling. She was the only one who could do anything about it.

Ginny drank her tea, the absolutely disgusting mixture managing to taste both sweet and bitter at the same time. She could tell by the gag Ari mimed that her was no better. They swapped cups when they were told, and began interpretting the shapes. Ari was absolutely horrible at interpretting the shapes in anything. Ginny, however, seemed to have a knack for finding shapes in things and linking them to whatever it was in her book it matched, and then coming up with a prediction that made sense, and turned out to be true.

Professor Trelawny applauded her every time she did such, and no death predictions were ever made on her. On an unfortunate Ravenclaw, however, there was looming death every day they had divination. Poor guy.

'You're going to meet a man.' Ginny said, looking into Ari's cup and recognising the most obvious shape immediately from the last time she interpretted Ari's tea leaves the year before. 'He is a gentleman, and you will relate him to the colour green. He will be tall, handsome, and just what you are looking for. You already know him, but when you first officially meet him, due to an unforeseen circumstance, love will blossom when you cut your finger.' Trelawny had been hovering over a table nearby, and instantly reached out for the cup, checking Ginny's predictions. It didn't spell doom and gloom, so she had to twist it around somehow.

'You will cut your finger on a rose, a symbol of love.' Trelawny said, completely ignoring the multitude of good vibrations from the cup. 'There will be a man who gives it to you, and who will be sweet enough to wipe the blood off for you. Beware of him, for he is the green thorns that pricked you to begin with.' Ari rolled her eyes at Ginny when Trelawny left, and started trying to distinguish shapes in Ginny's cup.

'This is no use!' Cried Ari, just giving Ginny the cup. 'All I see is blobs.' Ginny understood. Ginny was beginning to think that Ari might have a problem with her eyes. She seemed to have difficulty distinguishing shapes, letters, and pictures when they're close. Ginny decided she'd better ask Hermione what to do with that.

Ginny herself read her own tea leaves, as well as she'd read her friends, and made sure to write them down doom and gloom for Professor Trelawny. This is how her gloomy prediction read:

You will climb high to try and achieve something, and end up falling off due to a man looming over you. The man will stalk you, try to bring you down. When innocently on a walk, the man will find you. And he will just bring you down farther than you've ever been before.

While her real prediction read:

You will fall in an attempt to try something new, and a man will pick you up. The man will help you on your way, and help you achieve goals you never could have thought of.

Ginny didn't really care which prediction was actually correct. With a last flourish of her quill, she copied out both doom and gloom predictions onto two sets of parchment, handing one to Ari, wile rolling up the other as their own. The two of them handed that in and then hurried down the multitude of stairs to morning tea.

Ginny and Ari met up with Colin as the descended the marble staircase. Colin had just had a great lesson, as opposed to them. Ginny's too large and too old shoes made walking uncomfortable, but aside from the occasional trip she was used to it. Now was one of the times that they moved enough to cause her to trip.

She screamed as she tilted forwards, and her body was assaulted with a huge pain as she fell down the stairs, from more than halfway up them. There was the sound of feet hurrying across the floor, and Harry stood over her, picking her up and letting her lean against him as he looked to Hermione right behind him for assistance.

In the end, Ginny was in the Hospital Wing, being treated for two broken ribs, a sprained ankle and a broken one, and a mild concussion. She was supposed to stay there overnight, and Madame Pomfrey hustled Ari and Colin out when they tried to stay with her, telling them in her demanding voice that they needed to go to class.

Ginny drank all the potions, as horrible as some of them were, that she was given. Her bones were healed quickly, but her sprained ankle was harder, requiring a night and a days worth of potions to be rubbed into her ankle.

Madame Pomfrey was locked in her office, asleep, before curfew, so Ginny was bored for a while, and thought about going for a walk. She wasn't supposed to agitate her ankle, but she didn't really feel like reading through her Divination book, which was the only thing she had in the bag beside her bed.

Ginny made sure Madame Pomfrey was definitely asleep before slipping out of the Hospital Wing. There were still people around, but no one who saw her knew she was supposed to be in the Hospital Wing. They were mostly Hufflepuffs who didn't notice her much.

Ginny went outside, the doors still open for those few people who were by the lake, lazing around in the beginning of darkness.

She got the feeling again as soon as she was in the open air. Looking around, to make sure the anyone who'd tell her to go back to the Hospital Wing was not around, and continued forwards, heading towards the forest. Towards the feeling of the black glow.

Ginny's hands were to her sides, traling along the trees that she passed. She felt drawn towards the feeling of the black glow. She closed her eyes. One step, then the other. Simple. She walked forwards.

'Who is this?' A cold voice asked.

'Looks like our goose trap caught a dove.' Said a similar cold voice. And then Ginny saw, felt, and heard nothing.