Bellatrix was standing over her, a sick, twisted smile on her face. Harry was on the ground, writhing in pain. Ginny tried to scream, but no sound came out. Bellatrix howled with laughter and pointed her wand at Harry.

"Crucio!" She yelled gleefully. Harry screamed and yelled in pain. Ginny tried to get up, to get her wand, to do anything that might help Harry, but she was frozen. She screamed inside as Harry moaned in pain on the ground. Bellatrix laughed at Ginny's failed efforts and Harry's pain.

"Help me Ginny!" Harry yelled. "You'd really let me die? Get up! DO SOMETHING!" Ginny felt tears well up in her eyes, but they wouldn't spill over. Bellatrix pointed her wand at Harry again.

"Avada Kedavra!" She shrieked, and Harry's body went still. Ginny was able to scream. She yelled herself hoarse at the sight of Harry's unmoving body. Bellatrix was obviously taking pleasure in watching Ginny's pain. Finally she pointed her wand at Ginny.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Ginny!" Harry's worried voice woke her. "Ginny! Are you okay?" Ginny gasped for breath. There was no Bellatrix. Bellatrix was dead, and Harry was right next to her, very much alive. She was not dead. She forced a smile.

"I'm fine," she reassured him, trying to make her voice as calm as possible. "It was just a bad dream."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Ginny didn't know why, but Harry's words brought back the whole dream, and every little detail. The sight of Harry's limp body lying on the floor. Bellatrix's deranged smile as she pointed her wand at Ginny.

Ginny hiccupped and Harry drew her closer. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," Harry whispered into her ear.

Then, Ginny saw The Daily Prophet on the coffee table and picked it up. She groaned when she saw the headline:

The Chosen One spotted with Ginevra Weasley: A new Mrs. Potter?

Harry Potter, age eighteen – "I'm twenty!" Harry angrily exclaimed – was spotted getting close to a certain Ginevra Weasley yesterday afternoon. It just so happens that Ginevra Weasley is the sister of Ronald Weasley, the noted quidditch player, and best friend of Potter. Will this new romance affect Potter and Ronald Weasley's friendship?

Also, Hermione Granger was recently spotted with Ronald Weasley. Granger, who was rumored to have a romance with both Potter and Bulgarian quidditch player Viktor Krum, seems to have quite a thing for quidditch players. Will Weasley's and Granger's romance affect Weasley's and Potter's friendship even further? Stay tuned to find out!

"I'm going to kill Rita Skeeter!" Ginny growled. Harry's face darkened.

"Not if I get to her first!" He said, scowling. Ginny smiled. Harry was so cute when he looked like he was going to kill someone. She leaned over and pecked him on the cheek. His dark demeanor dissolved and was replaced by a grin. An owl flew threw the window, dropped a letter on the table and flewout. It was addressed to Ginny. She opened it.

Dear Ginny,

Thank you for telling me where you were, although by the time I recieved your owl, I was already quite worried. Do you know where Ron is? He didn't come home last night either, and I suspect he is with Hermione. Please come home by 11:30 at the latest.

Love,

Mum

Ginny glanced at the clock. It was eight-thirty.

"Well," she said, "I still have about three hours before I have to apparate home." Harry smiled.

"Three hours is plenty of time," he murmured, pulling her closer. Ginny felt the hippogriffs flap and stomp around in her stomach again, on a rampage, and she tensed up involuntarily. He released her immediately, his expression becoming worried.

"Is everything okay?" He asked.

"You make me nervous. I actually feel a bit like I'm going to puke right now." Ginny blurted out. When she comprehended what she had just said, she blushed. Why had she said that? She had just admitted how she had felt about him since the first time she met him.

She looked at his face. Instead of laughing like she had expected he looked relieved.

"Oh, thank God!" He sighed. Ginny felt her face screw up in confusion.

"Are you mental?" She asked. "What is that supposed to mean?"

" I only meant that I thought you were upset about something else, like…" He trailed off, glancing quickly at the coffee table, leaving Ginny even more confused than when he had started talking. She opened her mouth to ask him about it, but he got there first.

"Never mind," he brushed it off. "Just forget about it." Ginny thought this was a bit odd, but she ignored it and let Harry draw her in again. He kissed the top of her head and squeezed her tight. She let her mind drift off again, but was shaken back to her senses by something wet dripping on her head. She looked up, and was shocked to see tears running down his face. She was about to ask him what was wrong, but realized that he was asleep. Then he screamed. Then again and again. Ginny was now shaking him frantically, trying to wake him from his nightmare. His shapeless screams formed into a name. Her name.

"Ginny! Ginny!" He yelled over and over again in his sleep. Ginny drew her wand.

"I'm really, really sorry about this Harry," she said, even though she knew he couldn't hear her.

Levicorpus! She thought, and Harry flew upward and upside down, dangling in the air by his ankle. His eyes flew open, and she recited the countercurse. He dropped down onto the couch, trembling. Ginny had a feeling it didn't have anything to do with the fact that he had just been hoisted upside down in the air. He righted himself, and looked wildly around.

"Ginny!" His voice was hoarse from yelling so much in his sleep. "Dementors- Ginny! Wake up!" He was sobbing now, still half in his dream. Ginny put her arms around him, and whispered in hushed tones.

"I'm here, Harry, I'm here. It was just a dream." He looked around, and when he realized that he wasn't in his dream anymore, Ginny felt his body relax and he sank back into the couch. She leaned back into his chest, and he kissed her cheek. She looked at the clock again. It was ten.

"We have an hour and a half left," She said in a cheerful voice, trying to raise Harry's spirits. He looked a bit hollow, like some of the life in him had been sucked out.

"Come on, Harry," she coaxed. "I'm still here. Nothing is going to happen to you or me." Harry shook his head, as if trying to get something out of it, and his eyes cleared.

"I think I have an extra Nimbus 2001 somewhere around here." he said, brightening. "Do you want to race?"

Ginny smiled. "Winner gets ten Galleons!" She was glad that Harry was back to himself. It had been a very weird ten minutes.

Harry stood up and disappeared up the stairs. Ginny's mind raced. What had he been about to say before he fell asleep? Why would he be glad that he made her nervous? Had he been worried that she was going to say something else? If so, what? She made up her mind to ask him when he got down. Then she spotted a letter on the table. It was addressed to Harry. From Cho. It was already open, and the letter looked like it had been shoved back inside, like Harry had been reading it before she woke up, and had put it away quickly, like he hadn't wanted her to see it. She took it out carefully, like it might explode any second, and unfolded it.

Harry,

I feel awful about what happened. You know that now, I only think of you as a friend. Can we get together later to talk about it? Please consider, and I hope Ginny's taking it well.

See you soon,

Cho

Harry ran down the stairs, a broom in his hand, a fake smile plastered on his face. Ginny plucked up her courage and said,

"What did you think I was going to say when I said you made me nervous? Oh, and, um what did Cho mean by 'I hope Ginny's taking it well? When did you see Cho?" Harry looked confused for a second, but once he comprehended what she had said, his face went ashen, and his gaze flew to the card in her hands.

"So," He said, his voice cracking. "Do you w-wanna go a-and play quidditch now?"

"You can tell me," she said, annoyed. "I won't get mad."

Harry looked exasperated and scared at the same time. "Can we talk about this later?"

Ginny's face was a thunderstorm, but she tried to make her voice light and playful. "No. Just tell me now."

Harry's face was pleading. "Just forget about it!"

"What part of "no more secrets" do you not understand?" Ginny was furious. After the war, he had swore that he would never keep anything from her, and she would tell him everything. "I told you all of my darkest secrets, and you think that it's fair to keep this one thing from me?"

Harry made a desperate grab for the letter, but she pulled it away forcefully. He snapped.

"God! You're so annoying! This is MY house! If you won't forget about the stupid letter, then just leave!"

"Okay; I will!" Ginny stormed out of the door, but she didn't apparate home right away. She sank down onto her knees and let the tears run down her face.