The room was filled with an icy chill as smoke filled it. A ghostly voice filled the room.
"Ginny,"
I looked around the room. I wasn't in a room any more; it was all blurred out of focus.
I was in a grave yard.
In front of me, was a stone...
Harry Potter R.I.P
I woke up sweating....?

I tried to push the dream out of my mind. After all, it was just a dream, right? Right. And I really needed to focus on my studies. Professor Dumbledore allowed me to spend the entire school day in the common room. My teachers brought my work to the Gryffindor common room for every class.

It all went well for a week or so but I've been feeling more and more depressed lately. My friends are always asking me why I'm not in class. I'm too ashamed to tell them the truth and every morning Adrianna (my best friend) tells me that she can hear me crying at night. I try to deny it, but there's no use. I think I'm starting to show but Hermione keeps telling me that it only looks like I've gained a couple of pounds.

Finally, one month later, I found myself starting with mood swings. I desperately tried to ignore them but I couldn't.
I cried myself to sleep one night in the isolation room and another I'd sit up and pound the pillows in anger.
I was scared now. I still hadn't had another visit from the 'person' who'd visited me in the hospital wing a month before.
I sighed one night and sat on my bed, working on a potions essay I had to do.
Suddenly the room went cold...

A dark mist set in on the room and I started to cry as images invaded my mind.
"No...leave us alone!" I whispered as I hid under the covers
"Don't be afraid," a voice whispered

"Ginny," the voice spoke. It seemed misty and far away, almost as if it wasn't even coming in the same room.

"Who- Who's there?" I stuttered.

"Don't be afraid, Ginny."

"Who's there?" I asked, starting to get frustrated.

"I love you, Ginny."

"Wha-"

"I love you always, Ginny. Don't forget me."

I started to cry, realizing what I was hearing - WHO I was hearing. I clamped my hand over my mouth and mumbled, "This can't be happening... This... This is impossible."

"Till we meet again, my love."

"Don't leave me! Please! Don't leave me!"

"I'll always be with you. We shall speak again soon."

"Harry?" I sobbed. "No! Come back; Don't leave!" I called out but the voice did not answer. The truth was, he did leave me. He was gone. He died for me. For me and the baby. "DAMN YOU, HARRY! WHY COULDN'T YOU BE SELFISH - JUST ONCE?!" I screamed. I knew he did it because he loved me but... why? I wasn't worth his life! I should've died that night, and I know it... It's my fault Harry's dead. I don't care what everyone else says because that's the truth. No matter how much people try to avoid that fact, it's the truth...

The next few nights I didn't open my door to anyone, I just sat there in utter darkness one flickering candle my only light.
My own diary lay in my lap but I never did write anything in it. I just wrote Harry over and over again.
Everywhere I looked I could see Harry's smiling face.
that was all it took for me to snap. I started a rampage, trashing the room in sheer anger, hitting mirrors when I saw Harry's face.

My door was burst in my Ron who was stood in his Gryffindor colour dressing gown.
I sunk to floor in sobs, glass in my fist.
"Gin...," Ron rushed to my side and crouched beside me "It's ok Gin, it's ok,"
He held me in his arms, rocking me like a baby

Ron carried me down to Madam Pomfreys office where she started bandaging my hands. By then I had cried myself to sleep.
"Poor Gin," whispered Ron to Hermione
"It must be tough," whispered Hermione as the two looked at my bandaged hands...

The next day I woke up, eyes looking at me. Ron and Hermione were gone but Sirus was looking over me.
"Hey," he smiled weakly but the bags under his eyes were easy to see.

I sat up and wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and cried into his shoulder.
"Sirus...I'm so afraid," I whispered
"Hey hey," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me from the bed into his lap "It's alright,"
"Sirus...I'm so afraid...Its...like Harry is everywhere...I miss him so much," I whispered
"I know Gin," he whispered "I miss him loads too,"

I sat alone in the hospital wing hours later. It was as if no one ever realised that I was missing from classes.
Everything started going cold as the rain poured down.
"Storms coming," I grumbled as I picked up a book to read.
"Yes that's true," said a ghostly voice
Ginny went to scream but she felt a ghostly hand clamp over her mouth...