Author's note: I read a review (on another story that mentioned me) basically saying that this story was well-written but didn't have an original plot, seeing as how there are tons of Ginny-having-visions stories out there. I see their point, so hopefully this chapter will set this fic apart.

"They're here!" Mrs. Weasley yelled.

Ginny took one last glance out the window, then ran downstairs. Finally, after over two months of pleading, Professor Dumbledore had agreed to let Harry come to stay at the Burrow. Hermione was coming too, and since Ron was allowed to let two friends come over, Ginny had talked her parents into letting Neville stay over.

Ginny walked outside and impulsively hugged Neville as he lugged his bags up the stairs.

"Hey, Ginny," Neville said, then groaned. "Think you could help me with these bags?"

As she took a bag, Ginny teased, "You're only visiting, Neville, not moving in."

"Ha, ha, very funny," Neville shot back. Just then Ginny noticed the big, black, shaggy dog standing next to Harry and Hedwig's cage.

"Who does that dog belong to?" Ginny asked curiously.

"Harry," Neville said, then mock-shuddered. "Looks like a Grim, doesn't it? But it's really friendly. You'd think it was almost human."

Ginny cocked her head to an angle as she looked at the dog. "Something's rather-odd about that dog."

"You mean…" Neville said, then trailed off.

Ginny sighed. "It's probably nothing," she muttered, then walked over to where everyone was congregating towards Harry, Hermione, and Ron.

"What's his name?" George asked, then laughed. "Looks like he's taken a fancy to you, Ginny."

The dog had wandered over to Ginny, who knelt down and was ruffling its hair.

Ginny felt…strange. That was the only way to put it. This dog-wasn't-didn't feel-well, dog-like. The dog mind was there, but there was something else…something more intelligent, more cynical, more…human behind it.

Then suddenly, a name popped into her head, and even without thinking about it, Ginny spoke the name out loud.

"Padfoot."

Ron, Harry, and Hermione stared at her in shock, and the dog suddenly jerked away from her touch. "What did you say?" Harry demanded.

Ginny looked up into his shocked emerald green eyes. She inwardly sighed. When was she ever going to learn how to act normal? Still…they'd all heard her, so what could she do?

"Padfoot," Ginny said a little more firmly. "Is that his name?"

Suddenly shy, she looked over to Hermione, who was staring at her with her mouth open.

"Uh, no, it's Snuffles, actually," Harry said.

Ginny looked at him sharply. He was lying. She could feel it. But why, in the name of Godric Gryffindor, would he lie about this?

"Snuffles?" Fred demanded incredulously, trying to dispel the tension. "Who came up with that? That's worse that Pigwidgeon!"

Everyone laughed and started to go inside, but Harry, Ron, and Hermione continued to give her strange looks, and Snuffles was staying as far away from her as possible.

Neville caught Ginny's arm as they were about to follow everyone inside. "Ginny, what was that all about?" he asked.

Ginny sighed in bewilderment. "I don't know. I was petting the dog, and then-I could tell that something strange is going on with that dog-then that name, Padfoot, popped into my head and without thinking, I said it out loud."

Neville also sighed, but in exasperation. "Ginny, you've got to learn to keep your mouth shut when it comes to these things," he told her. "You saw how everyone stared. You're lucky Percy isn't here, or else he'd have a fit!"

"I know, I know, but, after-well, you know-I'm in this daze, almost. I need a few seconds to come out of it, but while I'm in that kind of shock, I'll just blurt out anything," Ginny groaned. "This day's going well. Harry must think I'm some sort of freak."

"He doesn't think you're a freak," Neville said soothingly. "Rather strange, yes, but a freak-"

Ginny swatted him. "Oh, thanks! Come on, let's go."

~*~*~*~*~*~

 Dinner was a very strange affair. For one thing, Ron, Hermione, and Harry kept giving her strange looks when they thought Ginny wasn't looking, which made Ginny very uncomfortable.

For another, Harry's dog wouldn't come near Ginny now.

And for the third thing, Percy had heard about Ginny's slip, and was rather annoyed. To top it all off, Fred and George kept teasing him about Penelope.

Finally Percy burst out, "You can stop now, because Penelope and I aren't seeing each other any more."

"Why?" Mrs. Weasley demanded.

Percy shrugged. "We grew apart. People change, Mum. Just one of those things that happen."

Ginny picked at her food morosely. She knew the minute dinner was over, Percy would go upstairs and demand to know what she'd felt, and Ginny really wasn't in the mood for an interrogation.

Fred shot a look at Harry's dog. "What's wrong with that dog? Seems almost scared of Ginny now."

Ginny shrugged with one shoulder. Me and my big mouth, she thought to herself glumly.

As soon as possible, she left the dinner table and escaped to her room, shutting and locking the door behind her.

She leaned against the door and sighed.

~*~*~*~*~*~

In Ron's room, Snuffles changed into Sirius Black. Harry was sitting on his makeshift bed, Ron on his, Hermione was sitting cross-legged on the rug, and Sirius was leaning against the wall.

"All right, Ron. What was that out there?" Sirius demanded.

Ron shook his head. "I don't know! She does this all the bloody time!"

"Does what exactly?" Sirius pressed.

Ron sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "She knows things she shouldn't know. Like, right before they announce the score of a Quidditch match on the radio, she'll say the score. And it'll be the right one! She says stuff about what's going to happen to us, and it happens! This has been going on for years!"

"Years?" Harry repeated in shock. "Ever considered that maybe she's listening at doors or something?"

Hermione shook her head. "Ginny wouldn't do that," she said firmly.

Ron agreed. "No, she wouldn't. And besides, I haven't told anyone about Sirius. Mum and Dad found out through Dumbledore, and they burned the letter right after reading it. There's no way Ginny could know. And besides, she didn't say Sirius. She said Padfoot."

Sirius sighed. "Have you ever considered that Ginny might be a Seer?"

Hermione snorted. "Professor Trelawney claims to be a Seer and she's nothing but a fraud."

"Agreed," Sirius said, " but maybe Ginny really is one. What do your parents think?"

Ron shrugged. "I don't really know," he admitted. "It's one of those things that you just don't talk about. I do know that it bothers Mum."

Just then, they heard a knock on the door and they heard Ginny's voice on the other side of the door. "Ron? Hermione? Harry? Who's in there with you?"

Harry mouthed frantically at Sirius, "Hide!"

Sirius nodded and changed back into Padfoot/Snuffles right before Ginny walked in.

"Who were you talking to?" Ginny demanded.

"What?" Ron asked with an attempt at an innocent look.

Ginny rolled her eyes at Ron. "Who else was in here? I was walking by, and I heard Harry's voice, Ron's voice, and Hermione's voice. But I heard someone else's too. A man's voice."

"Ginny, you're imagining things," Harry said firmly. "D'you see anyone else in here?"

Ginny looked Harry right in the eye for a long moment, then shook her head. "Right. I'm imagining things. Sorry I bothered you. It's just been one of those days." Ginny smiled apologetically and left, closing the door behind them.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and Padfoot/Snuffles changed back into Sirius.

"That was close." Harry muttered.

"Too close," Hermione warned. "Did you see her face? She knows something's up."

Sirius sighed. "The Ministry and the dementors of Azkaban are after me, I'm fighting against Voldemort and the Death Eaters, and my number-one threat is a 13 year-old girl," he muttered. "Unbelievable."

"Maybe we should tell her," Hermione offered.

Ron snorted. "Tell her what? Than we're harboring the convicted murderer Sirius Black in our house, but that he didn't do the crimes he was charged for, that it was really Scabbers, who was Peter Pettigrew in disguise. Come on, Hermione, d'you really think she'll believe that?"

~*~*~*~*~*~

Harry jumped out of bed. "What the-"

And then he heard another scream. Ron and Sirius were both cursing and stumbling over their beds.

Sirius quickly changed back into Padfoot/Snuffles, and all three of them rushed towards where the sound was coming from.

Ron quickly cursed under his breath. "It's Ginny."

The rest of the household was already there. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were trying to calm Ginny, who was sitting straight up in her bed and looking terrified, down.

"Sweetheart, what happened?" Mr. Weasley asked.

Ginny was breathing rapidly. "Nothing. Just a nightmare." But to Harry, she didn't seem to be telling the whole truth.

"Are you all right?" Mrs. Weasley asked worriedly.

Ginny looked at her parents and tried to smile. "It's nothing, really." She then faced her siblings Harry, Neville, and Hermione. "I'm fine. Honest. I'll just go back to sleep."

"What was it about, Ginny?" George asked. "You were screaming bloody murder."

"It's really not that big a deal," Ginny insisted. "I'm sorry I screamed the house down."

Percy took a step towards his sister, then stopped. "You're sure you're all right?"

"Do you need some milk?" Mrs. Weasley offered.

Ginny made a face. "Mum, I'm not five years old anymore. I'll be fine. Really. Everyone can go back to sleep now."

Everyone left, the twins grumbling as they walked out. Hermione crawled back into her bed. Only Neville remained, looking as if he wanted to talk to Ginny, but Ginny mouthed 'Later.'  After he left, she sighed and then turned off the light.

"Ginny?" Hermione asked in the darkness. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine, Hermione. In fact-" Ginny let out a yawn- "I think I'm already starting to feel sleepy."

"If you're sure," Hermione said. "Good-night, Ginny."

"Night, Hermione."

Hermione turned over, and in the dark, Ginny could hear her breathing become shallow and even.

Ginny stared unseeingly at the ceiling.

When are these visions going to end?