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Chapter 2
Down The Rabbit Hole
Cold Fear Ran through her as her eyes slowly traveled up.
"'Ello, love."
Ginny's eyes flew open.
She tried to stifle the scream rising in her throat but it ripped from her lips and echoed off the walls. A soft *pad pat* of feet whispered down the narrow hall as the door to her bedroom opened with a creak and quiet *whoosh*. Two strong hands grabbed Ginny and wrapped her securely next to a hard, warm chest.
"Shh," Ron said softly as he rubbed Ginny's back.
"I…I its…s…so r-real," cried Ginny as her shoulders shook.
"I know Gin, but I'm here now and it was just a dream," Ron whispered as held her tightly. He rocked her slowly until she fell asleep. Ginny had nightmares like this regularly. Ron thought it was unfair that someone as gentle and loving as his sister should have to suffer this much. He remembered the night her dreams started:
"Oi Ginny, can't believe your finally sixteen, how's it feel?" asked Harry as he slapped Ginny hard on the back.
"Feels a right bit better than fifteen I reckon," Ginny winced. Ron threw an arm around her shoulder, banging his head into hers as she buckled under his weight. "My baby Ginny is all grown up. Whom shall I torment now?" he asked and leaping back, put his hand to his head and pretended to swoon.
"Codswallops you imbecile! I imagine I'll still get the mickey taken out on me by you lot, even when I'm an OLD maid!" Ginny threw a ball of brightly crumpled birthday paper playfully at her brother. Dodging it, Ron smiled wickedly and lunged for her. Ginny shrieked as he threw her over his shoulder and headed towards the girl's dormitory.
"Put me down Ron!" She laughed and pounded his back with her fists.
"Listen here! Just because your sixteen doesn't mean you don't have a bed time little one!" Ron said, starting up the staircase.
"Ronald you can't..." Hermione began as a loud *whoosh* went through the room. She shrugged lightly and sighed as the staircase turned into a large shoot sending Ron and Ginny flying down the great slide and into Harry at the bottom. Ginny laughed wildly as they rolled into a big pile on the floor. Ron stood up cursing and Ginny rolled off Harry. Shaking her head, Ginny hugged her brother and held him at arms length.
"Thank you for the journal and the chocolate frogs, but you are right, it's getting late."
"As I always am," Ron said smugly. Hermione snorted quietly from behind him. Turning around he pointed a finger at Hermione, "I'll see you later." She blushed deeply as Ron headed towards the boy's dormitory. "'Night Ginny," Harry and Ron called.
***
"Ronald!" a voice hissed in his ear.
"Waddayawan?" he mumbled and swatted at the pressure on his shoulders. Turning over, he started snoring again.
"Ronald! Wake up it's Ginny!" Hermione hissed and jumped back when Ron sat up quickly.
"Wassamatter?" he asked groggily. Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him out of bed.
"Hermione! Can't you even let a bloke get a shirt on before you try to take advantage of him," he joked as she pulled him quickly through the door and into the hall. Ron covered his ears with his hands.
"Who in Merlin's name is screaming like that at this hour?" Ron flinched. The few people left downstairs were muttering loudly with their hands over their ears and students began to poke their sleepy heads out of their rooms.
"That's what I was trying to tell you! It's Ginny!" Hermione yelled as they reached the first step. Upon hearing Ginny's name Ron catapulted up the stairs, who, seeming to understand the seriousness of the situation, stayed solid. When he reached the landing he pounded down the hall to the 5th year girl's room. The door was already open as he ran in, breathing heavily, to see a sight that would haunt his dreams for a very, very long time.
Ginny was clawing at her face like a wild animal and screaming. She shook and twitched wildly as her fingernails left bloody tracks down her face and neck. Ron reached out a hand and quickly pulled it back as she lashed out at him. He looked frantically for a way in as her arms and legs flailed dangerously close to his face. He dove at her and pinned her to the bed. She screamed in his face and thrashed against him.
"Hermione help me!" he yelled and groaned painfully when Ginny landed a kick in a very sensitive place.
"I don't…what…what do I do?" she yelled frantically.
"Anything!" Ron said as he grabbed her head to keep her from banging it painfully into his chest. He groaned loudly when Ginny knocked the breath out of him with her elbow.
"Somniculosus," Hermione shouted and a streak of blue hit Ginny in the back. Her screams died in her throat and she turned into a sluggish lump in Ron's arms.
He hesitated and then slowly loosened his bruising grip on her arms. "What did you do?" Ron asked. Ginny began to cry quietly in his arms.
"I just made her drowsy… I didn't want to hurt her," Hermione said frantically, tears welling in her eyes.
"No, thank you, it was perfect, you did perfectly," Ron said as he cradled Ginny.
It had taken four hours the first night for her to finally drift into an uneasy sleep. The next day Hagrid had found over thirty creatures slaughtered in the Forbidden Forest. Ginny wouldnt talk about her dream and only cried when someone mentioned it.
Looking down, he sighed. Ginny's brow was furrowed and she was mumbling incoherently, but she was asleep. He looked at the clock and it flashed 3:00 a.m. in bright blue. Latching an arm under her legs, the house groaned and creaked as he stood up and walked over to the door. Pushing it open with his foot, he went out of the room with her in his arms.
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Sunlight peaked through the tattered curtains of the tiny window as movement stories below began. A soft rap fluttered across the room and out the slightly opened window. Ginny groaned quietly, slipping in and out of consciousness as her thoughts shifted wildly from the disturbing warmth on her cheek to a purple banana on a bicycle. The purple banana was approaching a small, white house at the end of a very long dirt road. The steering column of the bicycle felt oddly smooth and warm under the banana's hand. Was it natural for the bike to be so warm when drops of snow were falling all around? A bird chirped loudly and Ginny rationed it was probably very odd for her bed to be moving. The banana reached the door to the house and rapped smartly on the door. "Rofnarg, Harshy," the banana said. The pounding grew louder and the banana started screaming at the door. The banana and the entire world around it began to shrink as if Ginny were flying backwards out of a well. She began to recognize the yelling voice of her mothers as the hard bed underneath her shifted of its own accord.
"We're up mum!" her bed said in a groggy voice.
"You better be down at breakfast in ten minutes Ronald; you too Harry!" Mrs. Weasley said through the door. The floor groaned outside the door under her retreating form.
Ginny slowly cracked an eye open and furrowing her brow, stared into something very peachy splattered with bits of brown. Opening both eyes she blinked furiously. She pushed her hand against a dark blue sheet and sat up to survey the room around her. Ron grabbed a pillow from behind him. Ginny's last memory was of her falling asleep in her own bed last night. How did she end up in Ron's room?
"How are you feeling Gin?" Ron's gruff morning voice sounded harsh against the quiet, motionless room. Ginny swallowed hard and pushed the comforter away from her.
"Throats a bit sore, but I'm alright," her voice cracked as her toes skimmed the rug covering the wooden floor.
"We can talk about it after breakfast if you want," Ron said as he patted her back. She heard a quiet *whoosh* and smiled lightly as the pillow hit a mound of covers on the next bed.
The mound groaned and shifted as a head poked out. Harry's ruffled head disappeared back into the mountain and was replaced by an arm which groped the bedside table for something. He knocked two magazines and a water pitcher off the night table before his fingers found his glasses. Pulling them back into the hole, he emerged smiling with them resting crookedly on his nose. He adjusted them and pushed the covers off the bed and onto the floor.
"Good morning Gin," he said as he stood up and stretched.
"Morning," Ginny said. Harry's dark green eyes sat perfectly in the middle of a very beautiful, rugged face. He had grown a lot over the past years, reaching roughly 6'2". The years of Quidditch transformed his youthful body into a hard, compact of chiseled muscles. The only flaw Ginny could see was a long, white scar on his chest right over his heart. After the final battle against Voldemort he had refused to let Madam Pomfrey heal it.
Ron crawled off the end of the bed and pulled a shirt over his head. It settled right above his belly button and he opened his arms to stare down at it.
Ginny giggled quietly at the sight of Ron in a boy band shirt five sizes too small. "That's my shirt Ron!" she said as he shrugged and walked over to the door. "Serves you right for leaving it in here; though it probably won't fit anymore, I bet I stretched it out," Ron said and opening the door, gestured towards it.
"Ladies first, Harry," Ron smirked and Harry let out a sarcastic bark of laughter. Walking by Ron, he tugged lightly on his tiny shirt.
"Did you want me to explain it to your mum or let you do it?" Harry laughed and Ron pushed him out the door. Shaking her head, Ginny walked through the door and headed toward her room.
"Ron the Mighty Poufter," she heard Harry say, followed by by thunderous footsteps chasing him down the other four flights.
**
Ginny, washed and wrapped in a robe, stepped off the last stair of the rickety stair case and into the small, cramped kitchen.
"Good morning dear, sleep well?" Mrs. Weasley asked as she busied herself with flipping sausages in the pan.
"Yeah," Ginny said lightly as she and Ron locked eyes. She settled into a chair next to Harry. A pitcher of orange juice tipped its contents into a mason jar sitting next to her plate.
"Good sleep is the remedy for many ailments," her mother said with a smile as she laid a plate of hotcakes and sausages on the groaning table. Mrs. Weasley filled a bowl with porridge and placed it in front of Ginny. Then, grabbing her plate, piled it with eggs, sausages, hotcakes and bacon. Ginny's eyes widened as her mother smiled kindly and placed it back down in front of her. "Eat up dear, your looking so thin," Mrs. Weasley said kindly as she grabbed a piece of bread and handed it to Ginny. "I won't have you leaving until you finish every bite. Woe be the day someone accuses me of under feeding my children." She snapped her fingers and a slab of butter jumped off the plate and into Ginny's porridge.
"I can't eat all of this," she mouthed to her brother when her mother turned her away. Ginny's mother had a knack for forgetting that no normal person had the same appetite as the Weasley males. Ron leaned back and tapped Harry's shoulder. Pointing at Ginny's plate and then to his mouth, Harry nodded and grabbed two hotcakes off her plate and shoved the other in his mouth. He smiled innocently when Mrs. Weasley turned back around.
"Once all you and boys are done, I'd appreciate it if you'd clean the weeds from the bed in the corner by the pond. They are getting out of control and the fresh air will do you some good," her mother said and turned back around. Ron quickly grabbed Ginny's bacon and shoved it in his mouth. Turning from the stove right as Ron swallowed, Mrs. Weasley peered at all of their plates and smiled warmly. Patting Ginny on the back, she crossed the kitchen and began washing the remaining dishes in the sink.
Ginny grabbed the last hotcake and sausage and stuck it in her mouth. Looking over at Ron's plate, she was satisfied to see the rest of her eggs disappear along with his last piece of sausage. Harry grabbed her toast and finished it as she pushed down the last bit of porridge in her bowl. Her mother turned around at that exact moment and beamed as the three swallowed quickly.
"All three plates cleaned! That is wonderful! Did you want seconds Ginny? Thirds, Harry, Ron?" Her mother asked kindly as all three of them shook their heads swiftly and stood up from the table.
"No thanks mum, I think we'll just get dressed and tend to the beds," Ron said, breathing heavily. "Alright dears, the tools are in the shed when you are ready."
**
"Thirds?" Ginny hissed once they were outside the kitchen.
"She had already forced the first helping down by the time you arrived, so technically, your food was our thirds," Ron grinned as Harry patted his stomach behind them.
"I feel like I'm going to bust," he groaned as they stopped on the landing.
"You should've told me! I wouldn't have made you eat it if I had known," Ginny said.
"As if you could have eaten half of that! Harry and I are champs!" Ron said as he and Harry high-fived.
"You are more like large, ugly apes than champions," a voice teased from down the staircase.
"Hermione?" Ron asked as he cocked an eyebrow and turned.
"Hermione!" Ginny squealed as she launched herself off the landing and onto Hermione.
"Ooof," Hermione grunted as they hit the wall giggling. Hermione hugged her warmly and held her out at arms length. "Ginny, it's so good to see you. You're looking thin; are you letting your great oaf of a brother eat your food again?" Hermione asked skeptically as her eyes flickered to Harry, then Ron. A warm blush crept over her cheeks as her eyes drifted from Ron's face to his small Weird Sisters t-shirt.
"Mum knows perfectly well that no normal person can eat that much. Besides, Harry ate most of it this morning," she giggled and Hermione lowered her eyes to the floor. Ron let out a smirk that would rival Malfoy's and pretending to stretch, lifted the shirt a little to scratch his chest. Hermione's blush deepened as she shuffled uncomfortably. Sensing her distress, Ginny smiled and grabbing her arm, pulled her in the direction of her room.
"We'll see you outside," Ginny said as she shut her white washed door.
"Hermione! It's so good to see you," she said and helped Hermione lift her bags onto the bed shoved in the corner of the room.
"You too Gin, how has your summer been?" Hermione asked as she opened her bag and the clothing immediately flew into an empty dresser drawer.
"Good," Ginny said eagerly, failing horribly at making conversation. They stared at each other for a few seconds of awkward silence.
"Good, that's good Gin," Hermione smiled warmly, sadness in her eyes. She remembered all too well the nightmares Ginny had. In all her life she would never forget that.
"I'm going to change," Hermione said as she grabbed some clothing and headed for the door.
Once she was alone Ginny dropped her night gown over her shoulders and pulled a dark green swimming suit on. It was a modest one piece with a crisscrossed back. She pulled on a white, flowing sundress over her head.
Hermione opened the door and whistled at Ginny, "Ginny you look so pretty."
"Me? Hermione, you look so…scandalous," Ginny giggled as he pointed at the tiny shorts Hermione had on. She had definitely changed since they first met the summer before Ginny's first year. Then she had been a frizzy haired, buck toothed girl who was too awkward in her own skin. Her teeth had shrunk and Mrs. Weasley had given her a very strong hair potion that turned it into a curly mess that bounced playfully on her shoulders.
"I do not! Do I?" Hermione whispered as she turned and looked in the mirror, and then stared at the closed door.
"He's already gone out to the garden," Ginny said as she pointed to the window as a loud shout shot through it. Hermione pulled a t-shirt on as she walked over and peered out of it.
"Come on Hermione," Ginny said gently as she took her arm and they walked out the door.
**
Ginny breathed in deeply and sat back on her small pile of weeds. Brushing her arm across her forehead, she stared up into the sun. She felt more at home outside among weeds then in her own house surrounded by family. That's not to say she didn't love her family! Quite the contrary, but there was a different peace she felt out in the fresh air surrounded by life.
"How much longer do we have to do this?" Ron whined aloud. She smiled at her brother as she surveyed their progress. The once weed-filled flower bed was now almost bare. The invaders lay in a pile far off clamoring loudly at the "injustice" of it all.
"Actually," she said as she reached forward and plucked a fat one out of the ground, roots kicking madly, "we're done."
"Thank Merlin," Ron sighed and standing up, dusted the dirt off his trousers.
The Weasley's land was tremendous in size, though it didn't appear that way. Their tilted, misshapen house was once a stone barn surrounded by ten acres of openness. Now, however, it was a maze of overgrown gardens containing the most beautiful flowers imaginable. Two small ponds sat at either side of the massive yard and the shed next to the house, where her father hid most of his muggle junk, was nearly covered in vines and honeysuckle. The yard was surrounded by a fence completely overgrown with a vine that produced a beautiful, hand sized purple flower which housed dazzling pink fairies. Through a small hole in the fence you could get to what the Weasley children called the "rabbit hole" Bill had been the first to discover that if you moved a certain board in the fence it provided a hole big enough to slide through. It was named the "rabbit hole" after the muggle book about the weird girl and her weirder cat. Once outside the fence very odd, strange things seemed to happen. None of which were dreadfully harmful, but you never knew what would happen on the other side.
"I think for all our hard work, we deserve a swim," he said as he turned toward Hermione who was prodding the dirt for more weeds.
"I think we'd better keep…oomph!" she exclaimed as Ron pulled her bodily from the ground and gave her a gentle shove in the direction of the fence. Harry chuckled and jumping up, grabbed Ginny by the arm and pulled her to her feet. Ron walked to the fence and placed his arms elbow deep into the vines. He struggled for a moment, then grinned and gestured towards Harry, "Ladies first."
Harry laughed and walking over to Ron, pushed him lightly as he crouched low and disappeared. Hermione looked around nervously and followed Harry through the hole.
"Your turn Gin," Ron said as she walked over to the fence. Her sandal covered feet made a quiet rustle in the summer grass. Placing a hand on the soft, leafy fence, she bent her head low and slinked through the small hole. It opened up into an overgrown forest with a thicket of trees on either side of a very beaten path. The path twisted and curved for about ten minutes until it stopped at curtain of hanging vines.
"Good afternoon Margaret, Pricilla," Ginny said as she passed through the curtain after Hermione.
"Afternoon dears, going for a swim?" asked a deep voice. Ginny followed Hermione's disappearing form through two twisted stumps.
"We wanted to see you two lovely ladies of course!" Ron said and a quiet giggle rippled through the forest. The vines ticked Ginny as she stepped down the stone steps through the hole between the trees. Their laughter died away as she emerged at a small oasis. In front of her sat a beautiful, clear pool surrounded on all sides by a wall of trees. The blue-green water was so clear you could see all the way to the bottom thirty feet below. Many small streams fed into the pool from other parts of the forest, but the main water supply was a large waterfall that fell over the edge of a stone wall. Fred and George attempted many times to find the source of the waterfall, but each time they tried to go up the chute where the water flowed from, they were pushed down the stone slide by the current and into the slick surface below. One interesting part about their hideaway was it was only accessible through the Weasley garden. Ginny and her brothers had tried many times to find an alternative route, but so far they had come up empty. Even sky access was impossible because the trees were so dense. The pond gave off an ethereal blue glow that came from the crystallized stone at the bottom and the twinkling fairy lights decorating the trees made the dark forest wall look like the night sky.
Ginny waved to a beautiful blue fairy who waved back happily. She unbuckled her sandles kicked them to the side and sighed as her toes curled around the soft grass separating the wall of trees from the waters edge. She undressed and walked over to the smooth rock edge of the pool.
"Come on Gin, get in so I can dunk you," Ron called right before he disappeared under the waters surface, having been dunked himself by Harry. He emerged sputtering as Hermione let out a soft chuckle of laughter. She was still standing at the edge and seemed to be mentally preparing herself for entry.
"Find that funny do you?" asked Ron slyly as he swam over to the edge of the pool. Hermione's eyes grew wide as she took a couple steps back and shook her head.
"No, I really don't think it was that funny after all," she said quickly as Ron hoisted himself onto the grass and walked slowly towards her. The water glistened off his bare chest and Hermione blushed deeply as her eyes flickered from his face to his wet torso and back again. A loud shriek later, Hermione was thrown over Ron's shoulder and tossed, clothing and all, into the water. As she surfaced she shouted curses at Ron, her wet hair covering her face. Laughing loudly, Ginny walked around the waters edge and up the stone steps bordering either side of the waterfall. She didn't know why, but she always felt perfectly at ease when she was here. When she was in the forest it felt like nothing could ever go wrong. The feeling only intensified when she got in the water. She had always stared longingly at the fence knowing something greater was behind those ivy walls. She vaguely remembered the first day she came here. Everything was so dead and lifeless. Only on her second visit did this "rabbit hole" become alive again.
She broke the water's surface and dove deep into the icy blue depth. The bottom of the pool was black stone layered with smooth blue crystals. Beautiful green plants dotted the area, and small schools of multicolored fish darted in between exotic plants. Ginny swore she had seen a mermaid in the underwater caves, but after catching a glimpse of it the first time, she had never seen it again. Her brothers called her crazy, but she stuck to her story. Ginny jumped as a flicker of green taunted her from the dark depth of the cave. Resurfacing, she joined Hermione on the grass and watched Harry kill Ron at their water war game.
They swam until their fingers pruned and they had more water in their lungs than in the pool. Then they all got out and headed back to the house.
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As they trampled up the creaky wooden steps to the back entrance of the Burrow, a feeling of exhaustion swept over Ginny. The smell of warm bread wafted through the bright room and her mother as always, was bustling busily around the kitchen. The table was full of brightly colored fruits and vegetables that wiggled happily when she sprayed them with water.
"Afternoon dears, there's a bit of greenery, a couple of chickens in the oven, and a fresh canister of juice over by the sink if you'll grab it Harry," Mrs. Weasley said as she pointed over to the sink with a carrot. Harry grabbed the pitcher and placed it in the middle of the filled table. Ginny dropped down heavily into a chair at the end and scooped a few plump grapes onto her plate. She watched as Hermione stared at it.
"Eat me! Eat me!" it cried happily. Ginny popped a few in her mouth and they quieted as she chewed them. Hermione flicked her eyes from the grape to Ginny and back again. Behind them, a loud clang bounced across the room and the smell of sizzling chicken made her stomach grumble loudly.
"Never in my life have I had my food ask me to eat it. The Hogwarts food doesn't talk to you. I don't see how you can chew it with them rambling on like that," Hermione said as she eyed the grape suspiciously. Mrs. Weasley sat a large plate of sliced chicken and a bowl full of lettuce down on the table in front of her. Hermione waited expectantly to see if the cooked chicken or sliced lettuce had anything to say.
"Well, only the stuff mum grows in the garden outside talks. I reckon it's because she started talking to them first. Sometimes I hear her carry on long conversations when she waters the plants in the morning. I think one day they just started talking back," Ginny shrugged and scooped some lettuce onto her plate.
"Doesn't it seem a bit inhumane to eat something that can talk?" Hermione asked.
"Nah, they seem to like it. Besides, they encourage you to get on with it and seem a bit offended if you don't," Ginny said and split a giggling apple into fours. Hermione picked up another grape and stared at it. It giggled quietly, coughed a few times, opened its round mouth and let out a long high note. Gulping loudly, she stuffed the singing grape quickly into her mouth, chewed it up, and swallowed. The longer Ginny worked through her food, the more tired she seemed to get. After a few moments of chewing over a piece of lettuce, she sat her fork down and pushed away from the table.
"'Er nah dun, er oo Dinny?" garbled Ron as he raised a questioning eyebrow. Harry shoved a forkful in his mouth, looked up for a second, and then went back to his food. Ginny cocked her head to the side and stared at her brother completely baffled at the language that just came out of his mouth. After a few seconds…
"Yes! I am done already…wow I feel like a genius for figuring that out," she said and pushed her chair in. Harry snorted loudly, choking on his food. Ron slapped him hard on the back and Mrs. Weasley entered the kitchen.
"Had enough already, dear? You hardly touched your lunch," She bustled over to Ginny and placed a cool hand on her head.
"I'm just a bit tired Mum, too much sun I think. I'm going to go wash up and take a quick nap. Then I'll feel loads better." Mrs. Weasley nodded and patted her on the shoulder before tending to Harry who was still choking.
"You really should try chewing before swallowing dear, I know the other way is faster, but chewing is the best way in my opinion," her mother's voice trailed off as the kitchen door swung shut behind her.
**
Ginny's room, in her opinion, was the best room in the house. Mainly because it was her room, but she had plenty of proof to back it up. The floor was made of a dark stained wood with a huge sea-foam green rug in the middle. The walls were a soft white like the foamy bubbles in the ocean. Two bay windows open at the moment, faced North and East. They were framed with sheer, cream colored curtains that floated lazily in the summer's breeze. In one corner between the open windows sat her bed, a present from her great-great grandmum. A huge canopy draped over the top and down the elaborately carved posts. Mounds of pillows covered a thick, comfortable bed cover. Other than the bed, she had an antique desk, a huge mirror atop a small clothes chest and a closet. Her room was minimal, spacious, and clean, just the way she liked it.
Ginny clicked her door shut and pulled her clothing off over her head. Grabbing some garments she headed to the bathroom. Her whole bathroom had been recently renovated when her father got promoted to head of the newly reformed Muggle Artifacts Department. The tile was cream colored and in one corner sat a wide claw footed bath tub. The shower was very simple in design, and instead of a space enclosed by a glass door, it was a curve in the stone.
Dropping her clothing on the white tiled sink, she stepped into the shower area and warm water spurted from the ceiling. I think Bill is coming tomorrow…maybe Fred and George too, she didn't know where the inclination came from. But she was sure tomorrow after their trip to Diagon Alley she'd be seeing all her brothers. Comforted by the thought of all her family together again, she stepped out of the shower. Dressing quickly, exhaustion swept over her like a thick blanket and she barely hit the pillow before she was asleep.
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Ginny looked around and gasped loudly. Her hand flew to her mouth as she stared at herself standing in the middle of a field with her long red hair flowing out behind her. She was wearing a blue summer dress and brown boots. She was standing there unmoving. She started at a quiet mew from around her ankles. She looked down and gasped as something grazed her shoe. A tiny black dragon the size of a small dog was rubbing its head gently against her ankle. It stopped, looked up at her, and mewed again. It was a very strange, beautiful color; a shimmering black that glittered white as the sun reflected off its smooth surface. It rubbed itself a few more times against her ankle like a cat, looked up at her, sat back like a dog on its hind legs and cocked its head to the side.
"Erm, hello," Ginny said curiously as it chirped loudly. Ginny raised an eyebrow inquisitively, it was very normal for her to be active in her dreams, but not for her dreams to be interactive with her.
"Wey," Ginny heard herself call and they both looked up. The other Ginny was crouched down and gesturing to the dragon. Dream Ginny laughed when the dragon didn't move, but looked from the real Ginny back to dream Ginny. The dragon chirped a few more times and got up. It looked at Ginny as if it were waiting for her to follow, walked a few steps, paused, turned around, and chirped again.
"Wey, come here you silly goose," dream Ginny called as she held her hand out towards the dragon. It looked at her then turned back to the real Ginny. It called loudly and, walking back to her, grabbed her pant let with its mouth, and began to tug her towards the dream Ginny. Real Ginny gasped as she was jerked slightly by the movement of the dragon. She pulled back quickly to keep from stumbling as the dragon let go of her pant leg and looked up at her strangely.
"Wey what are you doing?" The dream Ginny asked as she stood up and walked over to the real Ginny. Dream Ginny bent down and scooped the dragon up in her arms.
"What were you doing silly?" she asked as she nuzzled its head with hers. The dragon cooed loudly and gurgled as she pulled her head back. The other Ginny turned around and started to walk away. Ginny saw the dragon pop its head up over her should and call loudly to her as they walked away.
"Ginny," a deep voice called from behind the real Ginny and a hand landed heavily on her should. She froze in horror. Her dreams were real, but never this real. Dream Ginny and the dragon ignored the voice and kept on walking. She paused as she realized she knew the voice behind her. "I can see you…"
She jolted as she fell hard onto the floor in her room.
"Ow," she said pitifully as she rolled over on to her back. Sighing loudly, she pushed herself off the floor, and looking around, spotted Hermione tucked away neatly into her bed in the corner. Glancing at the clock, it flashed 3:00 a.m. in bright blue. Rubbing her wounded back gently, she climbed back into bed and fell asleep quickly. The next day she remembered nothing of the dream of dragons or strange voices.
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