Parker seemed rather upset when she came to breakfast the next morning, almost sulking as she ate.

"What's up?" Ginny asked, feeling as though this girl's problems couldn't be as bad as her own, but still rather curious. What could be happening in a normal girl's life? A couple of days ago she would have known.

"I tried to seduce your brother George and he panicked," The blonde said simply. Ginny almost choked on what she was eating. A few coughs and a quick drink fixed her well enough for her to scream, "WHAT?!?" Parker just shrugged and went back to chewing. Ginny was furious.

"You seen Sara lately?" She asked a few minutes later, when Ginny had mostly recovered and reminded herself over and over to kill Parker later.

"No. Sarajin was studying last I saw her," 'Speaking of seeing things…' Ginny thought as she felt a headache develop. She once again pressed her fingertips against her forehead, looking down at the wood of the long Gryffindor table. She needed to concentrate on that, not the pain.

Suddenly it vanished and she began to fall a short distance to the floor of a forest, instead of the floor of the Great Hall. It was lush, but dark. The greenery and fine leaves of the ground crumpled as she sat on them, but she paid them no mind. The ferns that sat beside her rustled with the wind and she found that she paid that the smallest bit of attention. Was she actually getting used to these visions? Did she care if they came anymore? She didn't have any time to answer herself, the vision was bringing itself to the point quickly.

There were noises--shallow breathing accompanied with small grunts and growls, some high and some a very deep low sound. She heard and then she saw, an army, marching, destroying all in its path. It was headed towards her.

She needed to run, now! But her legs were weak from her fall and she couldn't even bring herself to stand. She was frozen on the spot by fear and pain and she took this time to study these things. They were hideous, with stretched skin of gray or palest green and mouths that constantly moved as though they were gnawing on imaginary people. These mouths were filled with sharp, jagged teeth. Their eyes had slits instead of pupils, and most were yellow or the same pale green or gray. They were of, mainly, two varieties. There was a big, brawny squad, muscular and fit for wars, and the ones that marched in front of them were small and skittish and were most likely used in small battles. There were more of the smaller ones, but the giants seemed very intimidating.

Suddenly, the word for them started in her throat and rolled off her tongue. As she heard herself, she could see how the word would strike fear into the lovers of light. The darkness marching before her was simply,

"Orcs…"

They were in front of her now, marching beyond her, around her. They had a goal to obtain and no time to be killing frightened girls in the forest. They were definitely going somewhere in a hurry. Once they passed, after the horrid sound that resembled thunder disappeared, after the dust that had been kicked into her face settled, there was only fire, heading towards her, almost smiling at her… if eyes could smile.

There it was, a horrible eye, with a slit, and fire enveloping it completely; rolling off it, coming from it; it was a living furnace that held the spirit of a creature that once struck fear into the hearts of all. She tried to scream but found she couldn't even open her mouth and suddenly found her motivation to run. She got up and did so, looking back to see the entire forest burning. The flames easily caught up with her and began burning the trees in front of her path. They crashed down around her. She had to dodge this way and that, dash faster and faster, then slow and sprint again. She looked back to see the eye had stopped. It was now something that resembled a man in thick armor. It was not human. It couldn't have been. It took step after step through flame to reach Ginny, who was now covered in ashes and burns and once again frozen in place, her chocolate eyes wide in horror. As it neared she saw his arm move upward, as though showing off the sword he was holding in his hand.

'No, Ginny, not the sword,' A voice of reason in her head spoke. She looked closer.

On its hand was the One Ring of Power, reunited with him at last. He would control the Earth, conquering it with his massive army of those hideous creatures. All the forces would try to win back their lands, but it would be to no avail. He had the Ring and he would stop at nothing to get all the control he could obtain. He raised his arm again, raising the hand, raising the sword, then swiftly brought all down in a movement that could end Ginny's life. She backed away quickly, hardly aware she had done so after it happened. Suddenly, she felt a dreadful pain in her arm. He'd cut her, and blood dripped freely.

The fire, the forest, the Orcs, the eye that became the thing, the sight of her blood, everything was just too much for her. Ginny passed out.

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"You… What hasss you got in yours pocketssss…" The voice in the darkness spoke to her, the owner knowing it had scared the girl so much she wouldn't dare leave this deserted dungeon, deep under Hogwarts.

"I haven't got anything in any of my pockets!" She protested, trying to save herself. Sarajin desperately wanted out of here, away from him, away from everyone forever.

"Yesss… nothing in his pocketsss… Bagginsss had something in hims pocketssss…. Had my precious. My precious. My own. STOLEN!! TWICCCCCE!!!"

"I don't have your precious! I promise! I don't have anything!!!" Sarajin spoke through tears. Just the sight of him made her feel like crying. Being in the same room with him made her panic. His voice drove her to tears and near insanity.

"SSSOMEONE STOLEN IT HASSS!! MY PRECIOUSSS!! MY PRECIOUSSS!!!" The cry was sent up through the dungeon no one would ever find him in. The call for a Ring was thrown into the tops of the Chamber of Secrets.

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Harry and Ron entered the Gryffindor common room to see Hermione reading the old book called "There and Back Again," which had information on the Ring and other things of Mr. Bilbo Baggins, through tears.

"Hermione, what happened?" Ron asked, immediately worried. Harry said nothing, for his friend had stolen the words right from his mouth. He watched as she looked up at the two, smiling as though it took so much effort.

"It's… It's Ginny," She whispered.

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When they saw her in the hospital wing she was still sleeping, but mostly cleaned up. They said she'd been covered in ashes and the burns on her were still visible. There was a rather nasty cut on her arm, but it had since been bandaged. They asked Madame Pomfrey if she was going to be alright, and she replied, "When she wakes up, she'll be fine, I assure you," and with that, headed into her office to ask Parker what had happened when Ginny had collapsed.

Dumbledore and Snape entered, with Arthur, Malfoy, and Legolas behind them, moving quickly towards Ginny's bed. They motioned for the three friends to step away from it and pulled the curtains closed, so no one would be distracted by her sleeping figure.

"When she awakes, you must leave. There's a few items you need to collect," Dumbledore began. He lay out a map on a small table before him, knocking over trays in his hurry. Madame Pomfrey charged in and was about to scold him when she saw the panicked look on his face. He was in terrible stress, and his age was making him feel weaker by the moment. She backed away.

"You'll need to go here," He jabbed the map with his index finger. "A beach in Florida."

"Florida? Why?" Harry asked, leaning closer to the map to examine it as if it would be able to whisper him the answers and all he had to do was turn his ear. Dumbledore breathed a sigh.

"In the sand of one of the beaches, a chest was uncovered. The Muggles haven't been able to get the top of it off, no matter how much force they use. It's got a very strong spell placed on it…" After this, Draco muttered something about mudbloods, but a little too low for anyone to take offense.

"And this chest is important, because…" Ron began, motioning for the headmaster to finish his sentence.

"The spell on the lock was placed by Voldemort. We believe he buried it there with hopes of coming back for it later. It must have something of value. Whatever's in there is something he wants, something that will help him. We must take it from him. You'll have Legolas's help, but I believe that Harry may be the only one to open it, what with that scar of his. Harry, I'll be speaking with you later, in private."

The group nodded. Malfoy rolled his eyes.

"There's danger?" He asked, curious, with a little grin in hope.

"There will be someone guarding it, yes. Most likely a death eater."

"Just… one?" Malfoy seemed very disappointed.

"This is just…. A person?" Legolas asked, now seeming a little reluctant to go and disappointed himself.

"He'll be taken care of easily," Arthur agreed in their troubles.

"Where's the fun in just one death eater?" Malfoy crossed his arms and scowled.

Dumbledore shook his head and announced that they may face much more than they think.

Arthur yawned, acting rather bored with the entire thing. Ron, Harry, and Hermione began to panic. Legolas began to count the stones on the wall, not really paying attention to anything Dumbledore was trying to say. Malfoy's eyes closed and he sighed. Didn't this old man stop talking? He just kept going on and on and on…

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The waterfall again. But… this time she saw herself, as though she was someone else, standing by, watching her body act on its own, with little faith. Orchids seemed to back up away from the edge of the bank, rising towards the forest she seemed so familiar with now. Its lush beauty marveled her once again, and she stood in awe of it on the banks for a few moments. The night had settled on the land, leaving her in darkness except for the moonlight she was so fond of. Ginny felt as though she was in heaven, a peaceful and exotic land she could never leave, home.

Harry stepped out from the forest and smiled at her. As he dipped a canteen into the water, filling it up, Ginny sat down, her dress spreading out around her, the earthy colors of green and brown matching the ground she trusted to keep her steady. She always got weak in the knees when she was around Harry, and sitting down was usually the best medicine, but as this happened, her shakiness would travel to her hands and her heart would quicken its pace. She watched as she sat down, as though she was standing above herself, for she was, in some instance, two different beings. She looked to her hands and noticed they weren't shaking; she had just sat down because she felt like it, not because the famous Harry Potter had thrilled her heart.

He smiled once more, and then walked back into the forest, carrying the full canteen with him. The roar of the waterfall dulled to a silence that only her mind could block out, and she began to walk away from it, moving quickly. She had not wanted Harry to think she would walk away from him, but she had wanted to leave at the moment he'd arrived. The Ginny that watched and the Ginny that acted were both running, side by side, matching stride for stride, marking every turn and twist they took to dodge the flying trees and branches, making sure she could find her way back.

It would be easy; she remembered this forest well.

The world became even darker as she entered the depths of the wood, marching on and heading towards the best thing she'd ever known.

There he stood. Pale hair moving back and forth swiftly in the wind and flower petals dancing in his wake. The sword by his side, the ever-present sword, and the reason he was alive. He tossed the sword from his side and moved it into his right hand, continuing his walk. He looked so graceful, and at that moment she wanted to reach out and grab him and never let him go.

Draco.

She stood still, watching herself watch him move in and out between the trees, making his way towards an undecided destination. She called his name and smiled, as his head turned in her direction, amber-golden eyes meeting her own, though scowling once again, looking a little pleased, at least, at her presence.

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"I think she's coming to," Distant voices called to her, as though she were remembering life and what it felt like, sounded like, smelt like, tasted like, and looked like. What she knew was thrown out and what she felt was all that mattered. She was home, wasn't she? Home again. Ron was in her room, watching her as she slept, probably worried about her again. She'd had terrible nightmares even as a child, but it was only in this year that they had escalated to the point of pain. They had served as warnings: Fred almost getting hit in the head with a bludger, Ron falling out of a tree, her mother spilling hot broth on herself as she cooked. Ginny had saved them all the morning before these occurrences. She sighed now, assured that Ron was here and worried, almost being able to feel his presence, as though one would see a lamp and the light around it.

"Ginny, can you hear me?" Ron's voice…. So worried. He was fearful. What was so wrong with Ginny that would make him sound this way? Her mother would come in soon, calling both of them down for breakfast. She would sit at the table, eating her mother's delicious cooking with her family. Her father would read the paper; the twins would make some more wisecracks about the younger siblings or the weather, the oldest boys at their own respectable homes. Ron would probably complain about how summer seemed so long to him, and ask when they could go pick up Harry and save him from the Dursleys' home. And Ginny would remain silent, watching everyone and treasuring every moment she was here with her family. Her warm home would keep the windows open, beckoning the soft summer breeze to join them at the table they'd met at so many times before.

"Ginny? Ginny?" Hermione's voice…. She was here? How had she come to the Burrow?

"Gin?" Harry? He was here too? Why was everyone at her home? She thought frantically for a time they could have arrived. Perhaps while she was still dozing?

"Wake up!" A voice she barely recognized… Arthur? Or Legolas? They certainly couldn't be in her home! Where was she?

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She was in Hogwarts, but not on the same day… not on any day of importance, or a specific year or time. She could walk anywhere, wandering the vacant halls that had once been bustling with students, eager for learning or dreading walking into their next class. The great hall was terrible, rags and the torches strewn about, and Dumbledore's old seat now held a different creature.

"I will have it back… He will give it back….. Back…" He was hideous, and the first thing she thought was Orc, but that was not what he was. He was different; he was smaller, not exactly built for battle or making tools or deceitful planning, though deception was most certainly his trade. He looked as though he'd just crawled out of the darkness of something terrible. He looked like he was having a nervous breakdown. His skin was stretched and a soft greenish-brown, large yellow eyes looking at his hands as if wishing he held something in them.

"My preciousssss…. He hasss my preciousss…" Gollum spoke, before Ginny caught his attention and he jumped over the table, scurrying over to her quickly.

"GET OUT!!! OUT OF GOLLUM'S CAVE!!!" He screamed, pushing her back and back until she fell down and he pounced on her fallen figure, attacking it over and over again.

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"What's happening?!" Hermione screamed, watching as Ginny's body looked as though it was being pummeled by an invisible creature. Ron, Harry, and Arthur looked up from their card game in alarm. Madame Pomfrey came in and tried to bandage the wounds as quick as they were appearing, but she could not. They all stepped back and realized there was nothing they could do for her.

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"Away, Gollum," A cool voice, with a slight raspy tone commanded. Voldemort let his raspy laugh echo as Gollum shirked away. Ginny pulled herself away from the retreating creature and bumped into someone's legs. The man behind her stood firm, reached down, and pulled the redhead up by her hair, smirking as she cried out in increased pain. He began to drag her down the stone hallways until they were in an old classroom. He threw her into a desk, hoping to give her more cuts and bruises and took his seat at the head of the classroom.

The creature that stood beside Voldemort looked strange, but handsome, in some odd way. He seemed proud, his head held high and his sword by his side. Something furry rested on his shoulder, and amber eyes, slitted, almost glowed in the light of the torches around them. His long, white mane of hair trailed down his back, pieces of his hair tucked behind elfish-looking ears.

As quickly as she suddenly "known" the name for the Orcs, so she did for this thing… but she didn't know what he was. She acknowledged Voldemort first, saying his name with spite, and then looking to the other and saying his name for the first time, trying to understand it.

"Sesshomaru…" It certainly wasn't a common name. She'd never heard it before, and though she knew it, she could barely pronounce it. It was difficult, mysterious, and longing to be deciphered, like the creature itself.

"What are you?" She asked. His emotionless eyes cast down to her, hurt and broken on the hard, cold floor, and he said simply,


"The last thing you'll ever see,"


He pulled his sword from its sheath and marched toward her, away from Voldemort, who began to cackle. Around his finger was bound a ring, and he clapped as his cackles rose higher in pitch and in volume.

Ginny looked at the sword closely as it neared her. The rusted blade suddenly grew to an enormous size, looking brand-new, and as though it would be far more effective in this state if the goal was killing.

"The Tetsusaiga!!" Ginny breathed, backing up as far as she could. She was only able to wonder briefly why this sword was so important before she suddenly felt the sensation of someone shaking her terribly hard.

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Her eyes snapped open, and she found Ron still shaking her, his eyes full of tears, though none threatened to fall.

"Ginny!" He grinned, seeing her wake up and look around, confused. Madame Pomfrey soon shoved him away.

"Move. She needs medical attention," And with that the curtains closed and Ginny's eyes did as well. They snapped open once more. She was afraid of another vision; she was afraid of what would happen if she did, indeed, close her eyes and never open them again.

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He entered the Gryffindor common room for the first time, and surprisingly, with ease. The fat lady had been away from her portrait, visiting someone else no doubt. Just a slash here and a slash there and the picture was trashed. There was no one here anyway. Most of the school had been called to the Great Hall for a few announcements by Dumbledore, but the group that the headmaster was calling his saviors was excused to prepare for whatever sort of journey they were to make.

There it was: his own. A Gollum-creature may chase after a Ring, even be its slave, but this was rightfully his. If anything, it was his slave.

He held it in his hands now; his clawed hand that was no longer hidden under a spell. There were some pieces of his heritage he hated, but this was a plus. The Tetsusaiga, finally back in his grasp. To think, the last time he'd held it, he was trying to kill the very person that oppressed them now.

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Weird, ne? ^_^ I had fun writing that!! Sorry it took so long to update, but I've been grounded. T_T It hurts to be a teen….
This chapter's longer than I expected it to be, but it's prolly from my lack of writing and the what not. Ah well. The way I have it all planned, you'll piece it all together in later chapters, so if you're cunfuzed, um, you'll get well soon. It's my guarantee. I hope you guys had fun readin' this and don't forget to review!