Making a Stand
Chapter Five: The Dream

"I don't know what came over me." "You did the right thing, Ginny."
"Hermione, in your lifetime, you've done everything right. You're perfect. Look at me. I am a disgrace to you and lucky you helped me."
"That's not true, Ginny."
Ginny opened her eyes after a long shut. She was at her house, lying on her sofa. Hermione was looking over at her on a chair.
"But, but, my mum... she's bound to know, by now..."
"Settle down, Ginny. Would you like some tea?"
"Rum, please. Three should do it."
"No, no! Don't drink to forget!"
"See?" Ginny moaned. "You're perfect."
"No," argued Hermione, "but I make good tea." She was over at the stove stirring with her wand. "Sugar Cream?"
"Please," Ginny croaked.
Hermione snuck a shot of butterbeer into the mug, and some sleeping powder. "It should help you feel better," she said.
It did.
"Wow, this is terrific, Hermione," Ginny said. "But I feel a little.. you don't mind if I.."
"Go right ahead, Gin."
"All right then." She yawned.
*Snooore*....

* * *

She was in a pretty green valley. It seemed the middle of spring and a comfortable warm breeze swirled all about. The sky was a delightful rich blue and the clouds were fluffy and looked like splashed of paint all about the sky. In the middle was a large Weeping Willow and a pond with leaping frogs on lilypads.
She walked towards the tree. She could hear birds chirping all about and it comforted her more. It was beautiful and she never wanted to go home.
She sat under the shade of the tree. Just then, the Golden Snitch flew out of nowhere into Ginny's hands. Then a man with eyes as green as a fresh pickled toad and hair as dark as a blackboard rode over on a broom.
"Which team are YOU on?" he asked.
"Harry?" she questioned.
"Harry is not a team. Do I know you, miss?"
"Well--"
"I must go, miss. The team is waiting." He took the Snitch and rode away. On the back of his robes bore the word "England".
"Wait!"
But wait he did not.
Suddenly, a ginger cat walked over to her.
"Your mum knows," it cackled.
"Crookshanks?" Ginny asked.
"What are you talking about, silly girl?"
"What does my mum know?"
"Everything," the cat replied.
"What?"
"You being fired. Breaking Sulucas' wand. Making a big fuss."
"H-how?"
"Someone snitched!" It cackled.
"Who?"
The cat continued laughing. Then it changed shape. Smaller. Shinier.
The Golden Snitch! Ginny recognized. It changed smoothly into Mrs. Sulucas.
"You naughty, n girl you!" It said. "Go to your room!"
"S-someone snitched," Ginny murmured.
"They certainly did!" Then she disappeared.
The birds' chirping, the frogs' ribbiting, the sound and feel of the warm breeze all faded away. The cat's cackling in the background started again, and creepy voices surrounded her.
"They snitched.. They snitched.. The Golden Snitch..." they said.
wait "They snitched.. They snitched.. The Golden Snitch... They snitched.. They snitched.. The Golden Snitch... They snitched.. They snitched.. The Golden Snitch..."
The cat's cackling got louder still. Then Mrs. Sulucas' voice was heard.
"Ginny, you naughty, naughty girl! Ginny! Ginny! Ginny! Ginny.. Ginny.."
"Ginny! Ginny!" Hermione was shaking Ginny for her to get up. "Ginny! You were having a bad dream."
"What? Eh? Oh, no!"
"What's the matter?"
"Mum knows!" Ginny groaned.
"Does she?"
"Yes, yes!"
"But how?" Hermione asked.
"It said so.. in my dream.. There was this pretty place.. with this tree.. and then the Snitch came from up there.. Harry didn't know me.. Crookshanks, either.. And Mrs. Sulucas was there too.. And they said, 'They snitched, they snitched, the Golden Snitch'.. over and over... and..." Ginny trailed of.
"Ginny," said Hermione, "calm down, go on.."
"I've," Ginny growled, "Got enough things to deal with now, thank you very much..." She sighed.