A/N okay I know that if Harry were to meet Voldemort it wouldn't go like that, Voldie would probably do some other stuff, and it would have bee different, and Harry would have probably told Dumbledore, yaknow. plus I doubt Harry would admit his feeligs to Ginny like that but it has to lead up to the sequel witch is gonna be tight

A/R (authors rambling) hey you all will not know what this means, but I STARS has got a new season and characters, so I might ot be writng a whole lot of H/G, but I have oe thats tight

Ginny, whats wrong?" asked Hermione, a little mad.

""Well, if you must know, Ms. Nosey, I was, well, I sorta had another nightmare."

"Ohhh, I have to go tell Ron, are you okay? Want something, do you feel alright?"

"See Hermione, that's why I didn't tell you before, because you would go insane." It was eleven thirty, and Ginny had just woke up, in a cold sweat. She had had that vision, three times that day. Could it be a premonition, a sign, or just a nightmare? She had went to sleep in Hermiones' head girl room. Hermione was Head girl, and would be until her time at Hogwarts was up. Professor McGonagall said that she was the brightest student she had ever known, and Professor Dumbledore said she was the second brightest. Ginny knew who was the first brightest, it was Tom, Tom Marvolo Riddle. Ginny had fell asleep in Hermiones' room, she had felt really bad, and needed someone to talk to. Outside she had broken up with Harry, not for any reason except to protect her own feelings though, she didn't want to get attached, and then feel worse, when they broke up later. The only problem was that she didn't think it could get any worse.

"Ginny, why do you think you are getting these nightmares?"

" I don't know, I mean they could be premonitions, Professor Trelawney always says I posess the inner eye." Hermione gave a distinct sound of disapproval at the sound of Professor Trelawneys' name, but nevertheless she felt compelled to listen.

"Well, what is happening in your dream." Suddenly sounding like a older sister. Ginny looked up at her and stared, examing her eyes. Ginny was staring in Hermiones' eyes, judging her intentions. Ginny looked at the floor and started fiddling with her red hair ribbon.

"Well, Voldemort was like teasing Harry, and then he told me to use the Cruicatus curse on Harry while he was chained down. I refused, then he..he .. he kill...oh god!" Ginny couldn't finish, she broke down in tears. Hermione walked over to Ginny, and simply held her.

"Now I know you like Harry, but nothing about him as ever upset you this much, now is there anything else you wanna tell me, just between us?"

"Just between us, I mean you won't even mention it to Ron?"

"Yes, I won't even mention it to Ron. I swear." said Hermione placing her hand on her chest.

"Well, earlier today me and Harry started dating."

"Oh, I'm so happy for you, well, how did it start?"

"Well for me it started the first time I laid eyes on him, and Harry said he realized he liked me last summer, once I started hanging out with you, him, and ron. He said he really didn't know me, and that over the years he should have, and that he regretted ignoring my feelings. Then I dumped him."

"Why?"

"Because..I don't knowwwwww" She broke into tears again.

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Harry walked out the portrait hole, covered by his cloak. He walked out to the grounds, and looked at Hagrids shack. He saw no sign of anybody being there, and no sign of anybody ever being there. Harry walked to Hagrids castle, and looked around the back.

"Harry, time is of the essence please hurry." It was Voldemort, Harry walked over to the edge of the forest, let the cloak slip off of him, and stood there face to face with Voldemort. His scar was hurting so badly, wanted to fall to his knees and scream. It wasn't possible at the moment though, he was too angry, all Harry could think about was killing Voldemort.

"You slime, you filthy, disgusting, nonhman animal. Why, why did you do that to Ginny, how did you?" said Harry, not being able to get past one set of questios, before going on to the next.

"Mr. Potter, it was easy. When I took over young Ginnys soul, as Tom Riddle I controlled her, by removing her soul. Harry, you destroyed my diary, and you didn't bother to give her a soul. I can controll her thoughts Harry, and the only way to stop that is for her to have a soul. Thats' where you come in, Mr. Potter, I know you like being the hero and all, I just wanna know how far will you go. If you wanna give her your soul you will meet me here tommorow night at twelve, and bring Ms. Weasley, or I will kill her."

"How do I know you won't kill us both?" said Harry, not exactly expecting a good answer, he had to stall Voldemort, so he could figure what to do

"You don't, just meet me here, what most interests me though is that you would still play hero for somebody that obviously doen't share your feelings."

"You let me worry about that." Harry walked away, the pain from is scar dulled with every step he took. Thoughts went through Harrys' mind, like "Why did Voldemort do this?Was it safe for him to come back tommorow?Why did he want to save Ginny?" Harry got to the portrait hole, and opened it, Hermione was sitting in an armchair, and had turned it to face the door.

"Harry, you've been acting very strange lately, is there anything you wanna tell me?"

"No, I have just been..uh busy yeah I have been busy."

"With?"

"With?...."

"Ginny."

"What... how did you come to that conclusion, and what makes you think I even like her?" said Harry acidly. He was feeling a little resentment toward Ginny.

"Harry I know, I know about the pool, the Charms classroom, tonight, how she dumped you."

"Your point?" said Harry, wishing she wouldn't metion it.

"She likes you Harry, and you like her, so why are you torturing yourselves?"

"Did I ever say that I liked her, I only did that because I didn't want her crying all over me. This conversation is over."

"Is that true Harry, did you really just play around with my feelings, were you?" It was Ginny, she was at the top of the stairs, Her eyes were red, as if she had been crying all night. Harry didn't know what to say, if he told the true, it would just hurt worse, and if he lied it would hurt her, he wanted her to feel like he did.

"No." said Harry sighing," I did love you, I do love you." Harry walked up the dormitory stairs. He was so lost in thought, that he was completely oblivious to Ginny and Hermiones' calls for him to "wait up"