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~*Beauty is Found Within*~

Hermione's shrill cry resounded down the stairs. Within minutes, Ron and I had raced up the stairs to find a sobbing Hermione clutching her stomach in agony.

"Ginny," Ron said, trying his hardest to keep calm, "Go to the Burrow and get mum. I don't think we have time to go to the hospital."

As fast as I could, I ran down the stairs to the fireplace and Flooed back to the Burrow. "Mum!" I shouted, "'Mione's having the baby! Come quick!"

The next thing I saw was two streaks of bright red rushing to the fireplace, shouting, "Ginny, go to St. Mungo's and get a doctor!"

After getting the doctor, I returned to Hermione's house where I was greeted by two hysterical three year olds, both terribly frightened by their mother's screams of pain. I picked them up and took them to their room where I occupied them with various books, toys, and games.

Hours later, the twins had fallen asleep and the house had quieted down. Mum and dad had left at Ron's insistence for them to get some rest. After waiting outside of Hermione's door for what seemed like years, the doctor came out. His smile immediately told me that everything was all right.

I asked about the baby and he said kindly, "Congratulations! You have a beautiful and healthy new niece!"

I sighed with relief. Both Hermione and the baby were fine. "Can I see her?" I asked.

"Of course," he replied, "don't be too long though."

Cautiously, I opened the door a few inches. Inside, I could see Hermione lying exhausted on her bed. Beside her, Ron sat, holding a bundle of blankets.

I knocked on the door and stepped inside. Ron's face brightened, "Ginny, I'd like you to meet Hope, your new niece."

Nudging aside the blanket, I saw an adorable little girl with Hermione's curly hair, and Ron's sapphire eyes. Her eyes fell on me and I looked back in amazement. The strangest thing had just happened, the moment I looked in her eyes, I felt an incredibly strong power emitting from the tiny baby.

Ron encouraged me to take her and I did. As soon as I touched her, I felt it again, this unbelievable surge of power. I stared at Hope in wonderment. How could such a small baby have so much magical power and energy? She was barely two hours old.

Soon, she fell asleep, still nestled in my arms. Carefully, I put her in bed beside her mother and crept out of the room. Immediately, I went to the kid's room and told them about their brand-new sister. They were ecstatic and jumped out of bed to see her, leaving me alone.

I sat the bed, exhausted from the excitement of the day.

Somehow, I managed to drift off to sleep in Athena's tiny bed. Usually, my sleep was dreamless, but this time was different.

I was walking down a stone corridor in what seemed to be an extremely large castle. I was reminded at once of Hogwarts. But upon closer inspection, it was nothing like the school. All of a sudden, I realized I was looking for something, frantically wrenching doors open and searching the interiors. The longer I looked, the more panicked I became, even though I had not the slightest idea what I was searching so fervently for. My face felt wet, reaching up, I felt the tears on my cheeks. Finally, I reached the last door in the corridor. Shakingly, I reached for the doorknob and entered.  The only thing I could see by the dying embers of the fire was someone, or something collapsed beside a large armchair. I started toward it, sobbing even harder now, but the room dissolved into pitch-blackness and disappeared without a trace.

I awoke, sobbing and gasping for breath. What was going on? Why did I have such a dream? But it wasn't that that worried me. In the dream, I had felt such pain, sadness, and longing that it felt real. Not just a figment of my imagination. My dream self had felt the soft breezes from the open windows, smelled the smoke from the fading fire, and breathed in the atmosphere of dread and fear.

My thoughts returned to Hope, did she have something to do with the dream? I quickly waved away the idea. How could a small girl have anything to do with my dream?

"It was just a dream," I reassured myself, "A nightmare, nothing more."

I rolled over and glanced out the window, dawn was breaking. Harry and Athena must have stayed with their parents last night. A pang of loneliness hit me, but I shook it off quickly.

On my downstairs, I paused by Ron and Hermione's room and looked inside quietly. All five members of the family were lying in the bed, slumbering peacefully. With a small smile, I closed the door and continued on my way to the fireplace.

I grabbed a fistful of Floo powder, threw it into the fire and stepped in. The next moment, mum materialized in front of me, standing at the kitchen table, up to her elbows in flour.

She rounded on me as soon as I stepped into the kitchen, demanding information about her new granddaughter and her daughter-in-law. Finally, I was able to shake her off and go up to my room. I sank into my bed and looked around the room that I had lived in for twenty-four years. The room that had seen so many tears, false crushes, and lost hopes.

I was still exhausted, considering that I had only gotten three hours of sleep the night before. Before I knew it, I had fallen into a deep slumber again.

It was the same castle, I could tell that much. But I knew this was a different time. There were no tears on my face or feelings of dread in the pit of my stomach. The surroundings were different also. Instead of a long corridor, it was a room, no, more a gallery. It was covered, wall-to-wall, with paintings, sketches, and landscapes. But one portrait caught my eye. It was a image of a young boy, no more than five years old. But the expression on his face sent shivers racing through my body. A ferocious scowl was combined with a cold sneer on the otherwise innocent face of the boy. His silver-blond hair brushed his face softly and his stormy gray eyes conveyed a different emotion than the rest of his face. The fathomless silver orbs were filled with hopelessness, pain, and suffering. My heart clenched as I saw the loneliness in the boys eyes. It was the same loneliness I felt every single day. In that moment, I felt closer to the boy in the painting than I had ever felt with anyone else.

Slowly, I extended a quivering hand to touch the boys face. But before I could, a feeling of intense fear came over me and the room disappeared, leaving me alone, in the dark.

A/N: Well… I had no idea that my short chapter would cause so much trouble. I did mean to make that chapter longer but I couldn't think of a way to do it.

*Gohansfan* Thanks for your support! Rose Daughter is an incredible adaptation of the story. Next time you go to the library, make sure to check it out. It is by far one of the best adaptations I have ever read. I'm going to try and update every day, but it's not guaranteed. Glad you enjoyed it!

*Arella Hallo* I didn't mean to be cruel! I hope this chapter is more to your liking!

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