A/N: I want to thank everyone who has reviewed. And if you've read and haven't reviewed, please do so. I understand how hard it is to find the time sometimes (believe me) but I would really appreciate it. People don't seem to be reviewing my fics much right now, and I'm feeling a little unloved…Still. Here's Part Four, Enjoy!

Chapter 4: The Reoccurring Nightmare Part Two

            The next day, Minerva was still confined to the hospital, too weak it was realized to be teaching. Poppy was watching the woman like a hawk trying to get her back up to health. It required a substantial amount of work, watching her eat, having the Headmaster nearby at all times, dreamless sleep potions.

            The students had been told that she had the flu, but a weary yet understanding look in hazel eyes too old for the face they were set in, told Remus that Ginny Weasley had a good idea of what wasn't being told. Knowing now that Minerva's troubled reactions were the effect of direct, memorable interaction with Voldemort, he watched the young Weasley relentlessly, aware of how harsh her reaction could become as well.

            As it turned out, he needn't have spied so closely. She fell asleep in his class that very day. He knew the second she fell asleep, but he ignored it, figuring that any sleep she got was probably a good thing. He also knew the second her nightmare began.

            Ginny stood in the Slytherin's Chamber, terrified, but unable to move. "Tom? What's going on?"

            He was flickering, barely even visible enough to look like a ghost. "You were right Ginny." He told her proudly, coldly. "You are responsible for the Chamber of Secrets getting reopened, because I made you. You see Ginny…" And then he took his wand and wrote his name in the air.

            TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE.

            With a wave of his wand it the letters rearranged themselves.

            I AM LORD VOLDEMORT.

            Ginny cried out. Tom waved his wand again and the letters not only rearranged themselves but bent into new letters.

            I AM SLYTHERIN'S HEIR.

            "And now Ginny, you see, I've realized that I've failed. But I left myself another chance. You're going to die down here Ginny and as your life fades, mine will become stronger. Then I will be back, and I will have a second chance. Of course, I'll have to kill Harry Potter, but that shouldn't be to hard."

            "No." She whispered. Terror shined in her eyes and her naturally pale skin was completely white.

            "You don't have a choice. Thank you Ginny, you are helping to bring about the new Dark Age."

            "NO! TOM NO!" She screamed in shrill fear.

            "Ms. Weasley!" Remus touched her shoulder as she screamed and flew up in her seat. She looked at him, recognized a face she trusted and flew into his arms. He held the tiny girl close as she sobbed into his shoulder. She was tiny, and very light, so he told his students to sit still and he carried Ginny to the hospital wing.

            Minerva sat up when she heard the crying and held her arms out to accept the student from him. Remus looked surprised. He knew the Deputy Headmistress to be far more loving and maternal than she normally let on, but he'd never seen her so openly caring. He relinquished Ginny to her arms and Ginny took to the change easily as soon as she realized who was holding her. Minerva began to sing a soft lullaby in a gentle soprano voice and Ginny began to nod off again. Remus watched for a moment before whispering, "I'm going to get Poppy."

            Minerva nodded, never breaking her song. He left, informing Poppy of  her newest charge on his way back to class.

            Somehow that one time was all it took to draw him into the world of protector. Neither Ginny nor Minerva would ever tell anyone much of anything so Remus took to subtly haunting his student, just as Albus was haunting his deputy. The longer the year went on, the more similarities between his relationship with Ginny and Albus's relationship with Minerva he saw, at least when it came to that aspect. Leaving her was one of the two things that really worried him when he resigned at the end of the year. But, he told himself, the dementors were leaving as well, which would hopefully allow Ginny the chance to move on.