Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling, so I don't own any of these wonderful characters that I love so much. Also, the title is taken from a song on the 1980's children's television show, Fraggle Rock under the same title.

A/N: I just want to write out a few thank yous before I start. I have to thank all the wonderful fanfic authors out there that continue to inspire me with each word they write, especially TheTreacleTart, JennaMae, SaraEK, Alchemilla, and Casca. Then a special thanks to Mo for always being a supportive friend and reading this even though you aren't a H/G shipper. And an extra Huge thank you to The Jedi Wizard Hobbit for reading reviewing and beta-ing this first chapter even though you had your own fic to worry about and mono, and yeah. I owe you, big.

So yes, I wrote this in response to the Challenge #1 at Sink Into Your Eyes. I hope you like it and I hope you'll review. See, I promised a second one and I think it's a lot better than my first. Although I'm not really sure, and if you have any problems don't hesitate to let me know. I am open to all comments. Thanks and enjoy.

Dream A Dream And See

By SadDiamonds

Chapter One

"Where's the boy?"

Steel eyes and icy breath washed over her, sending uncontrolled shivers down her spine. Manipulating the fear inside of her to pull out the secret locked away. But she kept her eyes focused and her will strong.

"She won't answer. Look at her, she's not broken yet."

Another voice, scratching over her shoulder, tearing at her already fresh flesh opened wounds.

"Then we'll just have to loosen her jaw."

The suspense to what they were going to try next was more unbearable than the action itself. She knew something was coming, but the darkness around her made it unable to detect how they would pounce, and when. The seconds seemed to last forever and she tried to focus on the feeling of nothing penetrating her, but the blood trickling down her skin already made that impossible.

She waited, and listened to the silence, hoping to be wrapped up in it, but only found herself screaming as the bolt of light shot out towards her rib cage. Panic stricken as she gasped for air, her head spun wildly, she couldn't breath. She started to choke the air. Her voice mixing in the maniacal laughs stifling her ears. She tried harder, using what strength she had to bring air into her lungs, but nothing worked until…

Harry sprang up in bed gasping for breath, his eyes wild with fear. He felt like he had been choking, as if all air had been taken from his grasp. But he hadn't been damaged, had he?

No, it was just a dream.

But then again, it wasn't him in the dream, was it?

No, it was just a dream.

Shaky with his own assurance, Harry went over to his small desk in Dudley's old room. He reached for his glasses and took out a roll of parchment and his quill and tried to write, but his hand was shaking uncontrollably. Harry took his glasses away, letting them fall to the desk. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the memory of his dream. He could still feel the wounds stinging her body, the fear dripping down her spine as they mocked her pain. The quill fell from his grasp and Harry brought his hands to his face, rubbing his eyes, trying to drive out that memory. Rub the image of her mangled body from his head. Shaking himself out of his present state, Harry tried to bring himself back to the real world.

It was just a dream.

Harry was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't even notice when the owl flew in through his window. The letter fell in front of him and Harry gave a deep sigh as he recognized the handwriting on it, even without his glasses.

A letter from Ron would prove Harry's fear to be just a calumny. It would be filled with ramblings of Quidditch and the annoyance's of Percy. It would reveal just an underlining of how Ron felt about Hermione through his jealousy and aggravation towards the girl and her Bulgarian admirer. It would remind Harry of all the wonderful, normal things around him and the comfort he so longed to grasp again. And it would prove that she was safe at home in the arms of the family Harry had always wished for himself.

Harry reached for his glasses again and smiled as he tore the envelope open and unfolded the parchment inside. However, his hope was soon brought down with a thundering crash in his stomach as he read. The writing was more of a scribble than actual words.

Harry-

Ginny's gone. They took her.

-Ron

Harry felt the floor fall beneath him as Ron's words calculated in his mind. He gripped onto the parchment in his hands, nearly tearing it at the edges as the realization hit him with a cold, icy sting. Those images were real. His scar always provided him with the lovely taunting of visions. Images of those being held captive by Voldemort and his followers. However, with his life making a drastic downward spiral after Cedric's death, he was beginning to lose the distinctions between which images were real and which were created by his own fear.

But Ron had just proved that her bloodstained skin was not something he had formed out of the depths of his own nightmares.

They were torturing her. Innocent Ginny Weasley who was unknowingly placed in a dangerous position just by association. By things out of her own control. They were prying her open to find out where Harry was hiding. Bastards. Harry didn't know whom he hated more, the Death Eaters holding her captive, or himself for pushing the girl into their hands.

Being the only thing he could think of to do next, Harry began to pull out all the details in his mind. Trying to piece together where they had taken her, how he could get to her, and how much time he had. But her scream was ringing through his head, silencing all his coherent thoughts.

He had to find her. But where in bloody hell were they? Harry remembered the chill of the air, though there was no breeze. The encompassment of darkness eating away at any ray of hope. The blaze of light shooting out at her, catching her lungs and holding them still. The blood on her skin was seeping down of it's own accord.

Something else, dammit, think of something else. Just something to clue in where they are.

Harry focused on the air again and the feel of room. Stone. He remembered the stinging feeling of cuts through her skin as well as he felt the cold, hard stone on her back. Her wrists, immobile, were chained to the stone wall.

A dungeon. They had her in a dungeon somewhere.

Harry's mind was racing. His thoughts were cut up into fragments as he remembered each image and each feeling running over her. He had never felt such an overflow of emotions at once, and they were wearing him down. As though he had no control over his body at all, he went back over to his bed and lay down again. Suddenly washed over with fatigue, his eyelids heavy, Harry fell back asleep.

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"Still not going to speak?"

Piercing shrill of a whisper barely heard over her heavy, hard breathing. She was trying with all her might to stifle the fear racing in her head, running through her veins. If she could just focus on something to make her strong, to make her calm. If she could just focus on the memory of his voice. The image of intent green eyes she kept stored away, in the back of her heart.

"Can't you see, Gareth? She's in love with the boy. It's written all over her eyes."

A witch's voice. She was not surrounded by males as she suspected. It would have given her relief but the ridicule in the witch's tone was enough to send Ginny into a heightened level of fear. Male or female didn't matter. They would try whatever they could to get it out of her.

"Love is a trifle thing. You seem to forget what happened to the last redheaded woman who loved him."

As though she could not control it, her mind was being filled with Lily Potter. Lily beaming down at Harry, running her fingers through his small black tufts of hair. Lily gently lifting him up into the sunlight, making him fly in the brisk autumn breeze. Lily holding him close to her breasts, humming something to soothe his cries as she rubbed circles over his back... Lily's eyes glazed over with death.

They were putting these images inside of her, taunting her. Trying to make her think of herself, her own life. It wouldn't work. She knew that Lily only loved her son, and his survival was what mattered more than her own. If they were trying to make Ginny selfish, Lily Potter was the wrong person to bring up. 

She opened her eyes again to stare at the witch standing in front of her, sending her these images. The witch's eyes twitching and trembling as Ginny forced her out of her mind.

"Agh! You're a foolish little girl."

As she felt the silence rising she knew what would happen next. Another curse. What would it be this time? What would they try to destroy, to pull out of her until nothing was left? What could they do to her now?

Her mind focused on the boy she loved. The arms she fell asleep pretending to be wrapped in. The gaze she longed to hold. The boy that she knew was worth the damage done to her.

And when she opened her eyes to face her fate she stifled back the scream piercing in her throat.

"Why, my dear Ginny. Still running after those same old precious, emerald eyes?"

Tom Riddle was staring right at her, not but two feet away from her face.

But it wasn't Tom, not the Tom she knew. Not that she ever really knew him, but he was human once. Surely this could not be the same shadow that had engulfed Ginny's strength years ago. That shape had the appearance of a boy. But this was no boy standing before her. Nor human either, for that matter. His face was distorted with a frozen foreboding. He had the cold, cruel drive in his eyes focused on nothing but the same seeping red imprinted there.

The only thing recognizable to her, that made her see Tom Riddle before her, was that same twisted smile. The tight vines at the edge of his lips entrapping anything in its path. That smile was always taunting her, laughing at her idiocy and foolishness. Always chasing her through the labyrinth of his mind games and dragging her down to the depths of her own misery. That smile gleamed in moonshine at the edges of her nightmares.

"What? Nothing to say to your dear old friend, Tom? Not even a welcome back?"

She couldn't even bring the edge of a word to her lips. She was too encompassed with fear. Fear of the dark. Fear that she couldn't even begin to detangle out of the webs in her subconscious. She couldn't even hear the hard breaths she was taking as he stepped in even closer, eyeing her questioningly. But he knew the answer and he knew, very well, what he was doing to her.

"Nothing? I'm heartbroken, really I am. I thought our friendship meant more to you than that. Well, I guess you leave me no choice, now do you?"

His voice was dripping with mockery and he was now inches from her face, breathing ice down her neck. Making her feel as if he was tracing over every inch of her skin. She shivered at the invasion.

His eyes never leaving hers, he held out his left palm and waited in silence as something was placed there, something Ginny couldn't make out through the corner of her eye, for she didn't dare break his gaze. Whoever had placed it there had entered and exited with such haunting fluidity that they had left no trace of presence. Tom lifted a large goblet outlined with red snakes that were staring up at her, wrapping her focus into a lost haze. He waited for her to open her mouth, but she was still frozen in space. As he lifted his thin, unnaturally long hand to her face, she jerked quickly from his touch, as though he was clawing at her. He smiled at that, the power still within his grasp. He eyed her, telling her to open her mouth or he would do it for her, without uttering a word. She paused, contemplating which was worse, willing to his command or having him touch her?

Ginny tilted her head ever so slightly back, clenched her eyes shut, and just barely departed her lower lip from her top. It was enough for him to pour the clear serum inside. Ginny clenched her eyes even tighter, trying to focus on something that would calm her, would slow her breath and calm the blood racing through her head.

Remembering that triumphant grin that always seemed to be plastered onto Harry's face after a Quidditch victory. She placed his light laughter into her head and never let it go, knowing it would be the only thing to balance her, to keep her sane while facing Tom. She knew if she just held onto the memory of Harry, Tom wouldn't be able to take hold of her. Not this time.

She let the cool liquid trickle down her throat and felt his eyes still piercing through her skin, waiting.

"Good girl. Now, what is your name?"

Ginny slowly peeled her eyelids apart to meet his. Confused at the simplicity of his question, she tried to sound out her name carefully, but couldn't find her voice. He waited until his patience fell and exploded into a scream in her face.

"YOUR NAME?!"

As though her own words were hiding a scream of terror in reply, she finally spoke out.

"Ginny Weasley."

It was tentative and soft, frail as glass.

"Where is Harry Potter?"

She stared at him, confused at first, but then the realization of what he was trying hit her. He was using her fear to get the better of her. To break her. It wouldn't work. Although her tears were threatening her, she would not break this time. He continued to glare at her, still waiting for a response. The frustration building flames in his eyes, as she did not speak. He threw the red snaked goblet, letting the floor be pooled in cool clear liquid.

"What is this? You were supposed to give me Veritaserum!"

His voice had changed from a coaxing, taunting tone to a biting one. He was sinking his teeth into his followers' minds, pulling out their dignity. Although hidden in darkness, Ginny could still see the outline of shadows stumbling back in fear.

"We did."

A meek voice erupted the growing silence just barely through the trembling.

Ginny felt his eyes searching her again, reading her. Trying to put together the puzzle pieces she had tucked far away from his sight.

"You think you're being clever, Ginny? You want to play a game? I think you'll find I'm not as nice when playing games."

She closed her eyes, feeling the spit of his words drip down her skin. She couldn't help but note the irony.

"Let her go."

Her eyes snapped open in shock. What was he saying? But before she could say anything, she was hit with another shot of white light and slipped into unconsciousness.