The dreams started just after Charlie's death. Frightening dreams that made me not want to sleep. Dreams of him, the one I had long since forgotten. And now, suddenly, I am having the dream almost once a week. I always wake up sweating and scared until I realized I was just in my bed. And then, I won't be able to sleep for the rest of the night. I now have insomnia to add to my list of problems. All because of him.
It is dark, ever so dark. I am afraid, but beginning to get my bearings. It is hard to not know it isn't real, it all seems so tangible. I can smell the damp ground from the rain. I can feel the walls of buildings on both sides of me. I can hear him whispering, though the sound is so faint I can't understand his words. But not as faint as it had been when the dreams first started. His voice is getting stronger, more definite. The one problem is I can not see. No matter how much I try, everything is a blur. A big, dark blur. I turn around in circles, lost. It is as if I am in a maze in the dead of night. I begin running, like I do every night. Running to get away from his voice, running to get out of darkness, running away from the memory. And then, I trip and fall face first, sliding a few meters. When I pick myself up, I notice my arms are bruised from the wet, hard ground. I wonder where I am, how I got here.
And then I feel it. A long, cool finger traces the back of my neck. The whispering is loud, so loud. As if he is speaking right in my ear. This is new.
I spin around, straining my eyes to see. I can just barely make out a shadowy figure a few feet from me. I can feel his breath on my face, cold like ice. I can smell him, he is so close. It is as if he is really there.
"What do you want!" I scream. My voice sounds different now that I haven't used it for so long.
"You, my powerful little princess. I want you."
I can hear his laughter coming from all around her. I know who he is that controls this dream world. What have I learned about Voldemort? Oh yes, Legilimency. He can communicate through a person's sleep, that's why Harry is learning Occlumency. He can make them see and feel and hear whatever he wants. It's just a dream, I remind herself. It's not real.
"Oh, I'm very much real, precious Ginevra." His finger traces down my cheek. I shiver once in fear. "Admit it. You're terrified. It's okay to be frightened. Everyone is afraid of me, why do you have to be any different? Well, they're afraid of Voldemort, anyway. Many of them haven't met me. And those that have, the ones still alive, anyway, are even more scared."
His finger is tracing down my neck line now. I slap the hand away, and realize with a cold dread how real it felt. I back away, and turn and run again. Run with all my might. I am not going anywhere, I know it is useless, but it is all I can do. I can hear his laughter, the cruel laughter of a sixteen year old boy.
"Ginevra dear, we will meet again."
And then, he let me go. Let me return to the waking world.
I sit bolt upright in bed, gasping. I glance at my knees and elbows in the light of the moon. They have scrapes on them.