Ginny couldn't sleep well that
night. She kept thinking about the letter. She had always wanted to go
someplace special with Harry but they had always been busy with work,
especially him. Making sure that nothing bad happened. Ginny; being a singer;
had also been busy. She couldn't wait till Sunday. It was only a day away. She
quickly fell into a deep sleep.
Harry
could feel Ginny stirring. He was pretending to sleep till she fell asleep. He
finally started dozing off, heading into another nightmare:
It was dark and quiet except for the
sound of Harry's footprints. He was walking slowly, out of breath. He felt like
his heart had been ripped out, but he didn't know why. "What's going on?" He
asked himself. Just then he heard voices. He crept closer to a nearby doorway.
He leaned in and listened. "Too bad that fool didn't just give up." On man
bellowed. "Yeah" said another. "He could've been happy, but again the curiosity
took over." "Now our world is going to be forever put in darkness." A woman
said, she sounded like she was about to cry. "I don't blame anyone in
particular but myself. Why couldn't I have been stronger?" Harry had no idea
what was going on, what was happening. Just then the voices faded and it turned
pitch black. Then a voice came in the darkness: "Help me! Help me please! No!"
It was a woman's voice; it sounded familiar.
"Ginny?"
Harry asked. Then a cruel laughter filled the air. "Too bad. You both have
lost. Finally I'll get what I deserve. You both tried. But you know Harry could
never beat me. Now you both will either die or become my servants, which ever
you prefer." The voice said. Harry thought for a sec. The words sounded like
Voldemort, but it didn't sound like his voice. "No, we won't give up!" Ginny
yelled. More laughter filled the air.
Harry jumped up in his bed gasping for
breath. It had to have been another premonition, Harry thought. But what
does it mean? Are we in danger?
"Harry?" Ginny asked half asleep. "What's
wrong?" She asked putting her hand on his forehead.
"I'm alright, just another bad
dream." Harry said.
"Again? Oh no, that doesn't seem
good. You should talk with the Ministry."
"You know the Ministry, they're not going
to base anything on a dream. They're just like Fudge; they don't want to see
the truth. We'll just have to be careful." Harry said sitting up.
"What about Dumbledore?" Ginny
asked.
"No, I mean, he'd believe me and he'd
try to help but he's getting too old for this. I want him to stick around for
as long as possible, so I'm not going to put any stress on him. Just in case
though, I'm going to send a letter to Ron and Hermione, to be on the lookout
for any unexpected things."
"All right, then get some sleep."
Ginny said kissing his forehead. Harry just then noticed his scar was
throbbing. He sighed and got up while Ginny lay back down. He got out some
parchment and a quill.
Dear Ron and Hermione,
How
are you guys? We're fine. Well we're going to a ball tomorrow night, so we won't
be here, but I wanted you guys to be on the lookout for any unusual things. Not
to worry you, I just had another bad dream. Maybe we can get together at Diagon
Alley on Monday. I hope you get this soon.
Harry,
and Ginny
He folded up the letter and handed it to his same owl Hedwig. She hooted softly and flew off. She was getting older now but she was still the same old Hedwig. Harry smiled, than he went back to bed.
During the next day Ginny forced
Harry to go shopping. She kept telling him they needed to get something newer
to wear to the ball. Harry kept telling her that the letter said to dress
formally. She just shoved him on. She got a nice red skirt to match her hair
and a red tank top. She got Harry some nice black pants and a black tank top,
men's style of course. They got home around 5 and sat down.
"So when do we go to the ball?"
Ginny asked hopefully.
"Soon, aren't you taking this a
little too seriously Ginny?" Harry asked out of breath.
"Oh Harry we never get to go
anywhere together that's fun. Finally we get to! We could say it was business."
"Yeah, fun business." Harry said.
"Come on Harry. Have fun." She said
going over to him and putting her arms around his neck.
"You used to be so adventurous."
"Yeah, but that got me into a lot of
trouble." Harry said remembering his time at Hogwarts.
" Yeah, but so did your curiosity
and you don't care that we don't know who sent that letter." Ginny said
confronting him. He smiled at her.
"You're so right Ginny. So let's not
go." Harry said.
She frowned. "Harry James Potter we
are going!" She said smiling back. She reached up and kissed his lips softly.
"I hate it when you do that to me."
Harry said.
"Yeah, why's that?" She asked.
"Cause then I always do what you
want." Harry said smiling. Ginny smiled back.
"Well let's go." Ginny said
excitedly. They got in the car and drove down to the ballroom. The only
ballroom in the city. They got there and looked at it. It was a dark
castle-like place. It looked deserted, but only from the outside.
"Shall we?" Harry asked taking her
arm. They walked inside. It was dimly lit. They walked to the center of the
ballroom and looked around.
"Are we early or late?" Harry asked
Ginny. Before either of them could say anything a voice came from the shadows.
"You're right on time."
(That's
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