Harry felt the cool breeze blow his hair off of his forehead. The scent of the spring grass around him was lulling him into a sleepy trance, and he kept wondering how much longer he'd be able to stay awake.
"Harry? Harry!" Harry realized someone was calling him, but couldn't place the voice. It sounded sweet like the cooing of doves. All he wanted was to lie here and listen to the angel voice say his name.
"Harry!" the voice laughed. "Harry, if you don't wake up soon, I'm going to go jump off of the Astronomy tower!"
Ginny Weasley swam into view inches above his face. As consciousness crept back into him, Harry started to remember what had happened. He remembered meeting Ginny in the common room early that morning as they had planned. He remembered pulling the Invisibility Cloak over the both of them as they snuck down to the lake to watch the sunrise. He remembered how her hair reflected the brilliant pinks and oranges of the sun and how smooth her hand felt in his.
Looking at her face now, Harry suddenly had the urge to hold her and never let go.
"Ginny," Harry started with a sense of urgency, "do you love me?"
She wrinkled her eyebrows in confusion. "Silly, you know I love you. What's wrong?"
"Nothing," he said shaking his head, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was going to lose her.
Suddenly, the beautiful sunrise they had been watching seem to disappear behind a mask of thick black clouds. Everything became colder in an instant, and the sky seemed to open. As the freezing rain fell upon them, Harry realized something was terribly wrong.
"Gin?"
Harry was sure that Ginny had answered him but didn't hear a word of it. That angel voice had become cold and high, and those big hazel eyes he so often loved to get lost in had become tight slits through which two flaming reptilian eyes could be seen. In the distance, Harry was sure he could hear someone screaming, but it wasn't the once familiar female scream of his mother.
Sitting up bolt straight, Harry felt the cold sweat pour off of his face. He was vaguely aware of the dull throbbing in his scar that he had grown so accustomed to. Rubbing a clammy hand over his face to clear his eyes, he reached for his glasses. Everyone else in the dormitory was asleep, but he couldn't help feeling something, somewhere definitely was awake.