Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, some woman in England called J.K. Rowling owns it.


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A piercing scream filled the small, damp, room. "No, please stop!!!! NO! Please." That voice was silenced, replaced with small whimpers. A girl sat in the chair. A masked figure held a wand to her head, a string of silver light surrounding her head. Projected figures were moving around the room, much like a muggle movie. There were scenes of war, or hunger, or joy, but the largest one was that of a frozen face. It was blurred but one could just make out the black hair, the large green eyes, and a line much like a scar. The man pointed to that picture with his wand. It cleared and started moving. A blinding light, a scream of pain, and silence…….. The figure pointed to the book and the horrific scene slowly headed towards it.

"Please no, not again!!! PLEASE! Don't take him! Don't take my vision!!! Please," the young girl cried out, tears falling from her eyes, her body hunched over in pain. There was a flash of red and the girl fell to the floor. Her vision now belonged to this unknown figure that once again would haunt her dreams and bring dread to her secluded life.


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Across the world, a boy lay on the floor as his friends stated to panic. Wands were put away and Fred's socks were retrieved. Harry came to with a bright green sock in front of his face. He swatted it away, disgusted, as Ron tried not to laugh.

"What happened Hermione?" He paused as he looked at the steady face. "The last thing I remember is a girl's face. She was crying. She was crying and then became twisted and hunched over. Her mouth called out words that I couldn't hear." (He paused, thinking to himself). "There was a flash. The scene changed. The girl was there again. She was crying in a small stone room. She was crying but she said something. I couldn't hear it but I saw it. She was saying…. Help, and repeating my name." He looked at his feet, studying them. His friends exchanged looks. They looked worried and were mouthing something.

Harry sensed something was wrong. He looked up. He saw the pity and frightened faces of his friends. "What is it? What's wrong?" Hermione spoke up. She chose her words carefully and slowly. "Harry. You passed out before the spell was completed. What you just told us wasn't a spell recalling your dream." She paused, letting the words sink in. "I think it was a warning. A warning and maybe, and cry for help."

Harry got up and started running. He ran out the door. He ran and ran until he reached the forest. 'No. Not again. What if it was Voldemort.' He paused, shivering and scared. He thought about his lost godfather. He prayed for help from Sirius, wherever he was. The trees shook. He looked around but found nothing. He thought of that girl. She was pretty but hurt. Her pain, her dull dirty hair and glassy blue eyes. She looked so strong yet so defenseless. 'She needs help,' Harry thought. 'That is, if she's real.' He got lost in thought. A twig snapped and he turned startled. He let out a sigh as he saw who it was. Ginny. She had always understood him but Harry wasn't sure if he wanted to be understood right now. He wasn't sure if he wanted to feel.

"Harry? I heard what happened. They're looking for you. You've been out here for an hour. Harry?" Ginny sighed and moved so Harry was forced to look at her. She hugged Harry, which startled him. Harry relaxed in her soft hold. He buried his head in her shoulder and started to silently shake, willing himself not to cry. "Harry? You know what you have to do, right? You need to go see Dumbledore. You need help or advice or something." She held Harry like a small child for a while before he got up and they walked together towards the Burrow, not saying a word.


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A/N:
I have no clue if this is a Harry/Ginny story, so don't cry if it isn't. I don't think it's going to be so whatever (then again, stories change easily). Ummmmm…….. I like it so far and if you like it too, please review!!! I don't like people yelling at my stories but I will accept suggestions. I'll try to keep this slow but I often get impatient or bored of a story (just look at my fiction-press stories -Rose Rebellion is my fav.- oh and yes, I do like the character name Rose (cough, cough, Natster!).