Chapter 4
"Miss. Weasley, are you paying attention? Or do I have to take another 10 points from Gryffinfor?" asked an annoyed looking Snape.
Ginny was now in her last class of the day, Potions, and had once again dozed off into her own little dreamland. She had a very short attention span when it came to Potions. It was so dull, yet so confusing, that there had never been one entire day where she didn't daydream in that class.
'Hm, I wonder what all these dreams mean. They can't be a good thing. And why didn't the dreamless potion work? Harry's right, Madam Pomfrey doesn't just go around giving the wrong potions to students, it's unheard of. ---What's Snape talking about now? Maybe a better listen to him, it could be of some importance to me in the near future---nah, it never has and most likely never will. Hmh, Snape washed his hair, finally. It was beginning to grow mold. Oh, look, Nicole is passing notes to Colin, how wonderful.' Were just 2 minutes of her thoughts within the the forty-five minutes of class.
Ginny was suddenly snapped back into reality as Professor Snape threw his wand down and asked her for her attention. She couldn't exactly hear what he had said, but it had something to do with points.
Ginny looked up with a casual look on her face.
"Mh?"
"I see not. Miss. Weasley, can you explain to me what I had just said?"
"Of course Professor Snape, you just asked me to pay attention, did you not?" she replied with a tint of sarcasm in her voice.
Snape began to grow even more annoyed. "Yes, true, I did. But what did I saw before that, Miss. Weasley?"
"You were talking about Potions, professor."
"YES I KNOW I WAS TALKING ABOUT POTIONS, GINNY!" he sighed. "but can you tell me what in specific?!"
"No, I can't Severus. I wasn't paying attention. Frankly sir, your quite boring." She added. An immediate gasp came from a few of the students from the Slytherin side of the room as she said his first name in menace. A handful of the Gryffindors were smiling and nodding.
It appeared that Snape had well had enough. He sighed menacingly and ran his fingers through his long black hair. "Miss. Weasley, I don't know what I'm going to do with you. 20 points from Gryffindor, and you are to report to my class tonight at 6:30 to serve your detention.
"Alright, but I really don't see what it's good for, detentions don't really help solve anything.." she trailed off as she fiddled with her quill.
After what seemed like hours, class was finally over. As Ginny walked out of the classroom, she was then escorted by Harry back to the common room. Hermione and Ron were already there. Harry decided to have a go of Wizards Chess with Ron as the two girls decided to partake on their homework.
"Ginny, in the library, I found something out. I read in a book called, 'While You Sleep', that sometimes Dreamless Potions don't work on certain nightmares, and if that's the case, you could be experiencing visions!" explained Hermione.
"Visions? Aren't dreams the same thing?" asked Ginny.
"Dreams are entirely different. They only occur when your asleep, or at least half asleep. They're just figments of your imagination. But visions, their much worse. Visions are signs of the future. Visions are what Harry had when Voldemort was planning another attack, remember?"
Ginny didn't know what to say. She was speechless within her own power of words. She had been having visions? Ginny looked down, as though trying to think of what to do. She really didn't have much of a choice. Tonight, she would sleep, and most likely, another dream, or rather, vision was going to occur. Maybe she should try to actually talk to Tom Riddle. It seemed like too much, but it was possibly the only way she was going to find out exactly what was going on.
As though the three had read their minds, Harry spoke. "So, Ginny, I know this might be a little difficult, but your actually going to have to talk to Tom tonight, if you have the dream I mean." He sounded almost sympathetic.
Ginny just simply nodded. She knew what she had to do. It wasn't going to be easy. Talking to murderers isn't easy, of course. It's actually quite scary.
"Miss. Weasley, are you paying attention? Or do I have to take another 10 points from Gryffinfor?" asked an annoyed looking Snape.
Ginny was now in her last class of the day, Potions, and had once again dozed off into her own little dreamland. She had a very short attention span when it came to Potions. It was so dull, yet so confusing, that there had never been one entire day where she didn't daydream in that class.
'Hm, I wonder what all these dreams mean. They can't be a good thing. And why didn't the dreamless potion work? Harry's right, Madam Pomfrey doesn't just go around giving the wrong potions to students, it's unheard of. ---What's Snape talking about now? Maybe a better listen to him, it could be of some importance to me in the near future---nah, it never has and most likely never will. Hmh, Snape washed his hair, finally. It was beginning to grow mold. Oh, look, Nicole is passing notes to Colin, how wonderful.' Were just 2 minutes of her thoughts within the the forty-five minutes of class.
Ginny was suddenly snapped back into reality as Professor Snape threw his wand down and asked her for her attention. She couldn't exactly hear what he had said, but it had something to do with points.
Ginny looked up with a casual look on her face.
"Mh?"
"I see not. Miss. Weasley, can you explain to me what I had just said?"
"Of course Professor Snape, you just asked me to pay attention, did you not?" she replied with a tint of sarcasm in her voice.
Snape began to grow even more annoyed. "Yes, true, I did. But what did I saw before that, Miss. Weasley?"
"You were talking about Potions, professor."
"YES I KNOW I WAS TALKING ABOUT POTIONS, GINNY!" he sighed. "but can you tell me what in specific?!"
"No, I can't Severus. I wasn't paying attention. Frankly sir, your quite boring." She added. An immediate gasp came from a few of the students from the Slytherin side of the room as she said his first name in menace. A handful of the Gryffindors were smiling and nodding.
It appeared that Snape had well had enough. He sighed menacingly and ran his fingers through his long black hair. "Miss. Weasley, I don't know what I'm going to do with you. 20 points from Gryffindor, and you are to report to my class tonight at 6:30 to serve your detention.
"Alright, but I really don't see what it's good for, detentions don't really help solve anything.." she trailed off as she fiddled with her quill.
After what seemed like hours, class was finally over. As Ginny walked out of the classroom, she was then escorted by Harry back to the common room. Hermione and Ron were already there. Harry decided to have a go of Wizards Chess with Ron as the two girls decided to partake on their homework.
"Ginny, in the library, I found something out. I read in a book called, 'While You Sleep', that sometimes Dreamless Potions don't work on certain nightmares, and if that's the case, you could be experiencing visions!" explained Hermione.
"Visions? Aren't dreams the same thing?" asked Ginny.
"Dreams are entirely different. They only occur when your asleep, or at least half asleep. They're just figments of your imagination. But visions, their much worse. Visions are signs of the future. Visions are what Harry had when Voldemort was planning another attack, remember?"
Ginny didn't know what to say. She was speechless within her own power of words. She had been having visions? Ginny looked down, as though trying to think of what to do. She really didn't have much of a choice. Tonight, she would sleep, and most likely, another dream, or rather, vision was going to occur. Maybe she should try to actually talk to Tom Riddle. It seemed like too much, but it was possibly the only way she was going to find out exactly what was going on.
As though the three had read their minds, Harry spoke. "So, Ginny, I know this might be a little difficult, but your actually going to have to talk to Tom tonight, if you have the dream I mean." He sounded almost sympathetic.
Ginny just simply nodded. She knew what she had to do. It wasn't going to be easy. Talking to murderers isn't easy, of course. It's actually quite scary.