Voldemort was creating a projection in the air, attempting to explain to this pathetically slow Wizard what the concept of a sleep study was, and how he was combining it with magic to monitor Ginevra's dreams.

"We are going to project her dreams, her pulse, her brain waves, and what level of sleep she is in," Voldemort slowly said. Draco nodded looking slightly confused. If he didn't need this idiot boy to take care of what was his while he was gone, he would kill him in a second for his incompetence. Servants were expendable. Even the best. He had two other valuable servants to fall back on.

"We need to watch for any inconsistencies. It will write down everything on this paper. I can take care of anything that appears to be off when I... return from the business I have to attend."

Draco looked at the girl lying in the bed, sleeping. Her body almost seemed to be moving to an invisible beat.

"Yes, my Lord."

Voldemort nodded in approval at the boy's obedience. It would be time to remind the child where he stood. He had to keep his servant in line. The boy was lucky he was even alive. Had he needed the girl to be whole, everyone in the vicinity of the Manor would be dead. But he didn't. Infact, he had needed the two to become closer. Two sevens interwoven. She would do perfectly now. Except for her dreams.

He didn't care that she was being tortured. It was good for lesser beings to be hurt. How else would they learn? No, what bothered him was that whoever was torturing her was doing so in a place he'd never reached. Dreams were unimportant. Merely symbols from the unconsciousness. He had no need for symbols. They were foolish.

He twirled the wand of elder in between his fingers. As foolish as it was, he would have to learn how to reach the Astral Plane if he wanted to find this idiot who thought that they could go undetected.

He chuckled. Whoever this Wizard was, they had better be ready. Every emotion he had been hiding in order to get his way would be unleashed onto him, and whatever else was with him. He was a merciful Lord, except for when he wasn't.

He laughed coldly.

xXx

Draco sat down in one of the chairs drawn up to the bed, watching Gin's body move slowly, almost imperceptibly. Was he imagining it? Yes, he must have been imagining it.

Draco sighed and watched the projection. See through and purple. He wondered why it would be purple. Purple... what did purple mean? It had to be important. Or was he imagining things? Was he looking for symbols when there weren't any to be found?

The clock ticked loudly. He wanted to throw it against the wall. He could always use his watch to see what time it was. It dawned on him that Gin didn't have a watch. How had he forgotten something so simple yet so important?

He sighed and rubbed his eyes. He had to think. Think, damn it! He could feel it looming right in front of him, calling to him. The magic was screaming out to him, telling him something he desperately needed to know. But what was it?

Then he noticed it. She wasn't dreaming. She wasn't even asleep. Then the drums started. He could hear what she'd been moving her body to, and it was getting louder and louder. So beautiful and so scary, as though the heavens were crying out.

xXx

Lucius clamped his hand over his wife's mouth, silencing her scream. She clutched onto him, pulling herself as closely to him as possible. They both knew what this meant. Everyone would die eventually if this came to be. He would stop at nothing to take over the Heavens. He would stop at nothing to defeat God.

"I wish all those Muggle myths were true," Narcissa whispered, referring to Hades, Zeus, and all those other silly Muggle stories that were once told.

"So do I," he whispered.

"How long have you known?" she whispered.

"Since she walked into our house."

"That's why you've been looking for Edward in all the portraits, isn't it?"

Lucius nodded, staring at an empty portrait frame, where Edward had once resided and spent many a day. Narcissa sagged into him, and he pulled her onto the floor, where they both sat, waiting for the the Seer to come to them in their time of need.

In the quiet they both heard the war drums start, vibrating through their magic, telling them it was time. Heaven had begun to wage war.

xXx

iThere were drums beating somewhere, Ginny was sure. It was as if music that consisted of a lot of dreams was playing. They were loud and slow, but Ginny knew they would soon speed up until the music reached its finale.

"Ginny," a voice whispered, and Ginny looked for the source.

Hermione. Ginny crawled on her hands and knees, unable to stand after so long without food. The Death Eaters, those foul sick beings, had decided to ration the food, and as there were more prisoners coming in, everyone got less and less food.

"Ginny," Hermione whispered, taking her sister-in-law's face in her hands, tears leaving tracks on her dirty face.

So thin, Ginny thought. Hermione was so thin. She had to be on the verge of death. There was no way Hermione could last much longer. Not after all the beating, raping, and starvation.

"You have to be ready, Ginny Bear. You have to fight. The person you trust the most is the person you have to trust the least. He's killing you." Hermione turned and retched.

A thought started to form in Ginny's mind. A very fuzzy idea. If only she could grab ahold of it. But the drums. They were getting faster and louder.

"You must be ready. It all relys on you. They are all coming for you. Seven men. Four living. Four fighting over you. Two fighting together. Two dead and unable to reach you. One only a memory. One a dream. You have to fight, Ginny. Fight!" Hermione choked out, tears coursing down her face. But the tears were blood...

The dreams were almost at the climax. It was so close. So loud. Almost over.

"Hermione," Ginny whispered, "You're dying."

The climax was there as Hermione replied.

"I'm already dead, Ginny. I have been for a long time. And he's the one who killed me."/i?

Ginny woke up in fear, the drums in her head climaxing. They were all coming, and they would stop at nothing to reach her. It was time to awaken who she really was and finally fight for that which was being threatened.

It was time to call upon her destiny.