uthors note: Okey dokey… now.. I know there was some confusion about the Weasley twins… well I just decided to cut them out completely, because it would just be too complicated if I changed the story or something like that.
I am now currently half-way through re-reading the 5th Harry Potter, and I've already re-read the rest, so I'll try to be more accurate.
I kind of just started this story for fun, so I wasn't really focusing on 'being in character' or making everything extremely accurate. However, I didn't want it to be complete fluff, so thanks to anyone who saw anything wrong with my story. Please continue to look for them…I enjoy all the help I can get!
Is anyone else sitting on the edge of their seats, waiting for the next Harry Potter movie??? I know I am!!!
So, I won't make you wait any longer here's the next chapter…(and thanks to everyone who waited so long for the this chapter…I really appreciate it!
Chapter 10
Ginny screamed. Blood was everywhere in her common room. Handprints were on the walls, as if someone had slid down it.
It was as if she were walking in slow motion, walking through the walls of the utterly deserted castle. She couldn't see anyone, as she started shaking violently, but the blood was everywhere, and that was what scared Ginny.
Though there was no one in sight, Ginny heard whispers through the hallways, and occasionally screams. She ran through the halls, searching for someone, any one, praying that she wasn't left here alone.
She clutched her hair, and fell to the ground, hating the thought that she was left alone, left behind, in this horrible nightmare. All she saw was blood, and all she heard was screams, and whispers, how could they just leave her hear?
She heard someone crying, down the next hall. She ran towards the person, and realized how dark it was. Suddenly everything was very quiet, and all she heard was the ruffling of the curtains, near a window, right next to where she heard someone crying. But no one was there. Ginny moved closer to the window, looking outside, and noticing oddly that it was open. It was chilly outside, as Ginny leaned out towards the window, to see if anyone was there. Blood was all over the window as well, and Ginny had an odd feeling sweep through her body. She was as cold as ice, and she longed to get outside of the building, to be surrounded by people again, she never wanted to be left alone. One tear fell from her face, landing in the fresh blood, which caused it to slide down the windowsill. Ginny shut the window, shaking more violently then she was before. The she turned around and screamed as she covered her face. A large, dark figure had just thrown itself at Ginny. It was cold, and its skin was pale, and wrinkly, aligned with scars. It went through Ginny, silently, but violently, as Ginny screamed.
Ginny woke up with a start, gasping for breath. She sat up; pulled her curtains apart, and looked around, relieved that she wasn't alone, and there wasn't any blood on the walls. She got out of her bed, and went into her bathroom, quietly closing the door.
She turned on the lights as she turned on the water and sprinkled her face with cold droplets. She grasped for breath and looked into the mirror.
She searched through the cabinet and found the loose board, hidden in the back. She pulled her diary out, and flipped past numerous pages. She finally found a blank page and she scribbled down notes.
September-14-2004
These dreams are getting worse. I'm starting to actually feel what's going on when it happens. Not to mention they're scaring the crap out of me. Oh, God. I was on a record too! Just please, all I ask for is one whole month without these horrible dreams. And look what I get. Sometimes I think the whole world hates me. I—
But Ginny stopped the second she heard someone stir outside. She hurried as she quietly stuck her journal back in its place. She turned out the light, and walked out of the bathroom.
She laid back down into her bed, and reached up to pull her curtains back when she saw Hermione, fully dressed, quietly crawling back to bed. Her face was bright pink, and she looked extrememly happy. Her hair was out of place though, as if someone had been running their hands through it. (In other words it was not it's normal bushy-ness.)
"Hermione Granger! What are you of all people doing out of bed at this hour?" Ginny said; amazed at what she saw.
"Umm, nothing. What are you doing up?" Hermione said, turning a deep red.
"Don't you dare try and change the subject! What were you doing?" Ginny said, pressing into the matter.
"FINE! I was with someone. God, you always have to know everything Gin. Can't you just mind your own business?" Hermione snapped.
"I don't Hermione. Sorry, I was just curious." Ginny said, lying back down in her bed.
"Oh, Gin, I'm sorry, I just, I don't know. I don't feel good right now." She sat down on Ginny's bed. "Forgive me?" Hermione said, looking at Ginny seriously.
"God, Mion,e you're so prude all the time." Ginny said, laughing as she got up to look at Hermione.
"So, you were with someone." Ginny said, laughing.
"Yes, I was, but you don't need to know about that. What were you doing?" Hermione said, turning red again.
Ginny looked down at her hands, and suddenly became very quiet.
"I had another dream Mione, and this one was just like all the others, blood, screaming, but this time, there were no people. And something attacked me, Mione, it scared me."
"Ginny, this can't mean anything good. Remember when Harry had visions of your dad being attacked by a snake? Well, these aren't really visions, maybe they're warnings, but why you? Why would you of all people have dreams about warnings? I mean, V-voldemort is back and all, but--" Hermione kept talking, and probably would have continued if Ginny hadn't stopped her.
"Mione, I'm sure it's nothing. Just go to sleep, don't worry about me" Ginny said, laying back down.
She was taken back. Why, her, why would she have nightmares? Well, she was just as capable as Harry was having these dreams. And she was, she could handle them, Hermione didn't need to worry.
"Okay Gin, but if something is wrong you know you can tell me." Hermione said, lifting herself off Ginny's bed, looking worried.
"I can take care of myself Mione. Don't worry." She shouldn't have told her in the first place. She knew Hermione wouldn't understand.
Ginny closed her eyes, as she waited for sleep to come. Hermione had walked back to her side of the dormitory. But as Ginny tried to sleep she worried, these dreams could have a meaning. What if something was going to happen?
Ginny shook her head, and knew she shouldn't worry. After all, they were just stupid dreams.
"Ginny, wake up. Gin. GIN! Fine, but don't blame me if you're late."
"What do you want Angel?" Ginny said as she woke up. She was not a morning person.
"Gin, it's almost 8:30, and your first class is at 9:00." Angel said, almost laughing.
Ginny woke up, realizing what Angel had said, as she opened her eyes and kicked the covers off of herself.
"Jesus Christ! Why didn't anyone wake me up?!" Ginny said as ran into her bathroom and slammed the door.
Angel giggled as she walked down the stairs and headed towards the Great Hall.
After a 10 minute shower, and another 5 of getting ready Ginny ran downstairs for a quick breakfast.
"There you are Gin, gosh, why did you wake up so late?" Ron said, still eating a biscuit.
"I had trouble sleeping last night. I don't know. I guess I was just tired." Ginny said, sitting down and grabbing what looked like a juicy piece of ham.
"Trouble sleeping? That doesn't sound like you." Ron said, raising his eyebrow as he gulped down his last piece of bacon.
"I had a stomach ache." Ginny said innocently, eating as fast as she could.
"Very likely," Ron said, elbowing Harry in the ribs.
"You were probably out shagging that boyfriend of yours, ain't that right Harry?" Ron said sarcasatically, looking at Harry.
"Don't get me into this," Harry said raising his arms innocently.
Ginny glared at Ron.
"And if I was?"
Ron's smile slid off of his face and turn into a frown and glare, witch caused his eyes to become very tiny.
"You better not have." Ron said, as Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Speak of the devil," Hermione said, lifting her head from her book as Malfoy sat down at the Gryffondor table.
"Hey Gin, what yah up to this morning?" Malfoy said as he kissed Ginny on the cheek.
"Nothing," Ginny said quietly as she continued to eat her ham.
Ron got up from the table, and making quite as much noise as he could, he stormed out of the Great Hall. Harry after a few minutes of looking every where but Malfoy and Ginny, eventually got up and followed Ron, his hands in his pockets. Hermione simply buried her head back into her book.
"Tough crowd." Malfoy said, still looking at Ginny.
"Malfoy, I'm eating, couldn't you come back later?" Ginny said, her voice on the edge of annoyance.
"Fine, if you don't want my company I'll come back later, and leave you to hang out with this filthy mudblood." Malfoy said, rising away from the table, and storming away from the table, similar as Ron.
"Sorry Mione, I'm sure he didn't mean it." Ginny said, looking at the back of Hermione's book.
"It's okay Ginny." Hermione said, not looking up from her book.
"I'm just not having a good day am I? And I'm almost positive it's going to get worse."
"Gin, your first class is at 9:00 right?" Hermione asked, still not looking up from her book.
"Yeah--" Ginny glanced at her watch. It was 9:05.
"Crap, Snape's going to kill me!" Ginny said, as she ran out of the Hall, still chewing on a piece of bread.
"And so, can anyone tell me what--"
Ginny entered the classroom, her face turning pink as she sat down in her seat.
"Oh, Miss Weasley, nice enough to join us. Let's see, you're exactly 15 minutes late, which will be 25 points from Gryfindor." Snape said, glaring at Ginny but enjoying the fact that he controlled her.
"I woke up late sir, and well, I had a stomach ache--" Ginny mumbled, trying to make up something.
"Excuses Miss Weasely? Trying to talk back now are we? That will be another 10 points from Gryfindor." Snape said, almost as if he were begging Ginny to go on.
"Pathetic." Ginny whispered under her breath.
"What was that Miss Weasley?" Snape said. The whole class was silent now, even the whispering had ceased.
"I said, it's pathetic that you practically egg us on, just so you can rise our tempers, and then get enjoyment from taking our house points away! It's pathetic." Ginny spoke, but only seconds later she realized what she said, and her eyes became very wide.
"Detention Weasley. I think that out to put out the fire in your temper." Snape said, spraying spit across the classroom.
Ginny was silent the rest of the class. She was pared with Angel, and they were trying to make a truth potion. Somehow theirs kept turning red, instead of a shiny gold though.
Just then, Filtch the Caretaker ran in through the classroom, causing Snape to turn his head up from grading papers.
Filtch hobbled as fast as he could to Snape's desk, and whispered, rather loudly enough for at least Ginny to hear.
"Snape! There's been an accident. One of the students, been attacked, blood everywhere, all over the wall, and on the windowsill."
Ginny lifted her head, and gasped.
"A student, attacked?" Snape said, rising from his desk.
"Yeah, don't know what it was. Dumbledore said to come an get you, yah might know what it was." Filtch said, walking back towards the door.
Snape followed him.
"Do you happen to know which student, Filtch?" Snape said, lowering his voice.
"Luna I think, Luna Lovegood. She's hurt bad. It's a sight to see." Filtch said, hobbling out the door.
Ginny gasped again, loud enough, this time for Snape to hear.
"10 more points from Gryfindor Miss Weasley, I suggest you not listen in on my conversations. Class, put your things away, and sit down, no one move, I will be right back." Snape said, as he too walked out of the classroom.
Once they were out of sight, Angel said, "Only a monster like him would take away house points in a time like this." Angel said, her eyes brimmed with anger.
Ginny sat down on her chair, not listening to Angel. She felt like she would faint.
"Angel, this is bad." Ginny simply stated staring straight ahead, not seeing the look of confusion and worry Angel gave her.
Had her dream actually been a vision like Hermione stated? What was going on?
thors note: that's it…hope it's okay!! Review, review and enjoy!!!