Ginny awoke in a daze. Her odd dreams still filled her mind as she tried getting to the bathroom, and clumsily tripping over her shoes at the end of the bed.

She dragged herself up, like many times before and walked to the bathroom.

Things were pretty quiet. It was a Saturday, most were sleeping in. Ginny would be usually too, but she didn't want to risk having more nightmares.

She splashed some cold water on her face to try and wake herself up. Ginny's thoughts wandered back to her dreams.

She was awake now.

They were quite scary, and some were...nice. And actually, they were about Draco. About 'The Enemy'. Maybe that's why she liked them.

'Like her would ever think about me. How in heck did he know? Maybe he has some sort of magical tag on Harry that sees what he does...ugh its too early to think about this. Its still dark outside...'

Ginny walked out of the bathroom and looked at the stone clock on the wall. It was 5:30. No one was awake. Breakfast wasn't until 7:30...she had a lot of time.

She got herself dressed in the usual old hand-me-down clothes. Its not like she cared anyway, she had no one to impress.

Her thoughts of love brought her back to Harry, and all those times. Even though its not him exactly hurting her now, it was his knife that's hurting her now.

Ginny didn't find herself attractive in any way. She always felt that Harry liked her at one point, and that's why she was sort of happy, but now she knew.

She looked in the mirror, and faced a red haired, freckle covered, small chested freak of a person. She would stand there. Looking for something to make her feel pretty. But nothing did, so she stood there, mesmerized by nothing.

She wished she could somehow think better of herself.

Maybe someone could help her.

Someone could tell her she looked pretty.

Or tell her she was smart

Or funny

But no one ever did.

So she was stuck, giving compliments to herself. The one she liked best was, 'I don't look TOO bad today...do I?'

It was just the end of summer, so the floor wasn't as cold as it was usually. She walked down the stairs, where she found Harry, laying on the couch...with someone else.

Ginny just sighed and walked out of the portrait.

The air was clean and the sun was just showing a bit of a glow through the windows.

No one was in sight. Except, maybe a ghost or two. She figured she would go see Hagrid, he was up pretty early.

She stepped outside and down the grass hill to his hut. Pondering, wondering...

Ginny looked out to the forest and saw Hagrid's hut glowing.

She looked over to the side, and stopped.

'I hope I'm just seeing things...'

She moved closer to the forest, and saw it again. Ginny froze, to scared to see what it was.

It moved out and stared at her.

It was a bone horse with wings...

"But...but..."

She stuttered out loud...

'I thought you could only see those if you saw someone...die! I haven't seen anyone die! There must be something wrong with me! Am I still dreaming?'

She ran back up to the castle, not even looking back.

Little did she know, that a stranger was watching her.AS she drew nearer to the castle corner, she saw the man that was leaning on it. It was non other that Mr. Dragon himself.

Draco Malfoy.

"You see them don't you?"

"Ye...yes."

"Well who did you see killed?"

"No one."

"Ah, I see. Well, then you've killed a part of yourself. That's why I see them."