Chapter 3
A few days later Harry awoke with a start, his whole body tense with fear. His scar was excruciatingly painful, as if his head was about to split in two. Looking around at the other bodily mounds, he could see that Ron, Fred and George were all asleep. Carefully, he threw the covers off himself and went to the window. The night air cooled his hot, clammy face like ice.
His dream was still hot on his head: a dark shadowy figure was standing by what looked like an alter, holding a dagger in his green hands. Green hands? No human had green hands, Harry thought to himself. The man drew the dagger across his left wrist, making blood spurt out of the limb which dripped onto the pure sheets of the alter. Abruptly he spun and olive green light was thrown across his features. The man didn't really have green skin, it was just the light. They were all blurred, so he couldn't see who it was.
"Remember me?" The figure had whispered, blood freely gushing from his arm. He reached for Harry's own arm as Harry backed away. Harry herd footsteps and he was suddenly in the great hall of Hogwarts. Ginny was running towards him, red hair flying wildly as slime dripped from her robes.
"The earth is cracking!" she screamed. "I swear I didn't do it, Harry!"
Harry considered this dream as he stared out onto the plain below him. What had it meant? Why was the earth cracking? He knew that man's voice from somewhere, he just didn't know where.
The gruff snore that issued from the bed beside him alerted Harry of where he was and the other matters facing him. What to do about telling Molly and Arthur. He decided to forget trying to solve it on his own and grabbed his dressing gown. He was going to talk to Ginny right now.
It seemed like years before he actually got to the door or Ginny's domain. He had been trying not to wake anybody else, especially not Bill or Charlie (who were in Fred and George's room, just down the hall from Ginny's). He opened the door just a crack and climbed inside.
Ginny lay on her bed in total serenity, her hair flowing around her like a red halo. Her drapes were flowing in the draft coming from the window as the clouds outside drifted overhead. She looked so peaceful, he couldn't just wake her up because he wanted to talk.
All of a sudden Ginny turned over, then back again. She floated upwards, kicking at what ever was holding her. She made no sound, but her mouth was wide open in a scream. Her eyes turned towards him and stared blankly at him. Ginny's mouth was moving, as if trying to say something.
Harry swiftly jumped across the room to her aid. He pulled her back down to her bed with great difficulty. Something was pulling at her, trying to pull her away from his grasp. She was trying to get free. Finally Harry got her down, though she was still trying to scream. He shook her, trying to wake her from this trance.
"Ginny! Ginny! Wake up!" he eased her urgently. "For god's sake, please wake up!"
Ginny's eyes unclouded themselves and she was awake, breathing rapidly. She gripped Harry's arm to stop her from falling backwards onto her pillows. She was cold with sweat. Tears flowed profusely from her eyes as Harry held her.
Ginny saw those deep green pools, filled with concern and love glaring back at her as she felt tears fall down her face. She chocked on them as he took her in his arms.
"Ginny, it's okay, it's okay."
The girl wept freely in his arms, her cries being muffled by his body.
"Harry!" She mumbled, gripping him tighter. "I swear, I swear I'll never let it happen to you! I promise!"
Harry decided that an explanation should wait, and just held her there.
A few days later Harry awoke with a start, his whole body tense with fear. His scar was excruciatingly painful, as if his head was about to split in two. Looking around at the other bodily mounds, he could see that Ron, Fred and George were all asleep. Carefully, he threw the covers off himself and went to the window. The night air cooled his hot, clammy face like ice.
His dream was still hot on his head: a dark shadowy figure was standing by what looked like an alter, holding a dagger in his green hands. Green hands? No human had green hands, Harry thought to himself. The man drew the dagger across his left wrist, making blood spurt out of the limb which dripped onto the pure sheets of the alter. Abruptly he spun and olive green light was thrown across his features. The man didn't really have green skin, it was just the light. They were all blurred, so he couldn't see who it was.
"Remember me?" The figure had whispered, blood freely gushing from his arm. He reached for Harry's own arm as Harry backed away. Harry herd footsteps and he was suddenly in the great hall of Hogwarts. Ginny was running towards him, red hair flying wildly as slime dripped from her robes.
"The earth is cracking!" she screamed. "I swear I didn't do it, Harry!"
Harry considered this dream as he stared out onto the plain below him. What had it meant? Why was the earth cracking? He knew that man's voice from somewhere, he just didn't know where.
The gruff snore that issued from the bed beside him alerted Harry of where he was and the other matters facing him. What to do about telling Molly and Arthur. He decided to forget trying to solve it on his own and grabbed his dressing gown. He was going to talk to Ginny right now.
It seemed like years before he actually got to the door or Ginny's domain. He had been trying not to wake anybody else, especially not Bill or Charlie (who were in Fred and George's room, just down the hall from Ginny's). He opened the door just a crack and climbed inside.
Ginny lay on her bed in total serenity, her hair flowing around her like a red halo. Her drapes were flowing in the draft coming from the window as the clouds outside drifted overhead. She looked so peaceful, he couldn't just wake her up because he wanted to talk.
All of a sudden Ginny turned over, then back again. She floated upwards, kicking at what ever was holding her. She made no sound, but her mouth was wide open in a scream. Her eyes turned towards him and stared blankly at him. Ginny's mouth was moving, as if trying to say something.
Harry swiftly jumped across the room to her aid. He pulled her back down to her bed with great difficulty. Something was pulling at her, trying to pull her away from his grasp. She was trying to get free. Finally Harry got her down, though she was still trying to scream. He shook her, trying to wake her from this trance.
"Ginny! Ginny! Wake up!" he eased her urgently. "For god's sake, please wake up!"
Ginny's eyes unclouded themselves and she was awake, breathing rapidly. She gripped Harry's arm to stop her from falling backwards onto her pillows. She was cold with sweat. Tears flowed profusely from her eyes as Harry held her.
Ginny saw those deep green pools, filled with concern and love glaring back at her as she felt tears fall down her face. She chocked on them as he took her in his arms.
"Ginny, it's okay, it's okay."
The girl wept freely in his arms, her cries being muffled by his body.
"Harry!" She mumbled, gripping him tighter. "I swear, I swear I'll never let it happen to you! I promise!"
Harry decided that an explanation should wait, and just held her there.