Hello everybody! Or at least the ones who have even bothered to read my story yet...I'm sorry that it's been so long since I updated, but there were certain computer problems in the typing process that would not let me load the chapters on. Well, it's finally fixed now, so I hope that some of you will continue to read my story. I've had a bit of writers block too, but I got a little bit of inspiration now, so I should be able to write a bit more...Thanks for everyone who understands that I am truly sorry that I haven't updated sooner. Well, enough said. Just please read and review! Oh, and one more thing...I own nothing of Harry Potter, if I did, then Harry and Ginny would already be together!

Thanks to all my reviewers, especially Stanley and the Canadian person,

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'Where am I?' Harry thought to himself.

All he remembered was being really tired after writing the letter to Ginny and trying to fight off sleep, but it over took him. And here he was now. Harry looked around and saw that everywhere he looked he was surrounded by white. It was like being in a white room, except there weren't any windows or doors.

"Is anyone here?" Harry said out loud. No sooner than the words escaped his lips, he saw a vague, dark-like figure begin to form in the corner of the room.

Harry was slightly wary at first, but when he saw that the figure was not moving, he started to walk towards it. Every step he was taking, Harry felt as if something bad was going to happen. When he was just but within 10 feet from the figure, Harry saw that on his left two more figures appeared out of nowhere. They just stood there and were motionless. Slowly, Harry saw that the two figures were starting to form into human shapes.

The one left to him was starting to look a bit like someone he had seen before, but he could not remember. It started to come into full view and Harry saw that he was staring at a version of himself.

"Who are you?" Harry said rather timidly, as if he didn't to know the answer to his question. "Are you me?" He asked his look-alike.

The boy just smiled at him and shook his head. He pointed to his eyes, and then to the person standing next to him now. Harry turned his gaze to the other figure, which soon began to look like...his mother, Lily. He stepped back from both of the people and surveyed them through his eyes. He saw that the boy looked like his father, James, the way he was in Snape's pensive as a 15 year old boy. The girl looked exactly like his mother too, but at least she did not appear to be angry or annoyed as she did the last time he saw her in the pensive.

Harry, almost too afraid to ask, said quietly, "Are you my parents?" To his surprise, both of them smiled at him and then at each other, they locked hands. Feeling a bit more confident that they really were his parents, Harry was debating as to whether or not that he should reach out to them and see if they were real, but they started to change before he could do so.

First he saw that his father's height was changing, and that his hair was messier than it had been before, but that was all he saw. His father's face was blurred out, so Harry couldn't see it. He turned to look at his mother but all she did was give him a slight smile, touched his face, and then she was gone. Harry gave a slight gasp when she had touched him and was about to say something when she left, but he saw something moving. He saw that the shadowy figure form earlier was slowly drifting towards his father and it slowly grabbed James's hand. It begun to assume a human shape and it looked as if it were going to be his mother again.

"What a minute. What's going on? First my parents appear out of nowhere, then they change, my mother supposedly leaves, and then she comes back here again. Maybe it's some kind of trick. Are two still my parents?" Harry asked the "new" figures again.

His father and supposedly mother didn't answer, as they were still taking shape again. Harry sighed and watched his parents to see what they did next. For some reason, he was feeling very tired.

'I wish there was a bed or something that I could sit on.' No sooner then he thought that, a bed appeared in front of his parents. So Harry sat on the bed and decided that he could watch his parents lying down, when all of a sudden, his parents began to glow.

"Mum, Dad? What's going on? Why are you glowing? Are you leaving me?" Harry asked, feeling a bit downheartedly (is that even a word?) at the thought of not seeing his parents again. Before he could speak again, the lights grew so bright that Harry had to shield his eyes for a few minutes and saw that his parents were still there, and were clearly visible again.

"Dad, what was all that glowing about and...?" Harry stopped there because his father shook his head, and moved his hair from his forehead, where a thin, lightning bolt shaped scar was. Harry, feeling slightly perplexed, looked into his father's eyes and saw that they were green, not brown this time. Harry was staring at himself.

"You're not my father." Harry said. "You're me, aren't you?" He said himself, who shook his head yes. "Then who's..."Harry stopped and looked down and saw that his twin was holding hands with a girl he had seen before, but didn't recognize. Harry thought she looked a lot like his mother though.

"Who are you? You don't look like my mother, nor anyone else that I can remember clearly." Harry said to the girl.

To his surprise, the girl spoke to him. She said with a pleading look in her eyes,

"It's me Harry. Don't you know me? I've always been there for you. I know you Harry more than anyone else. I know all the pains and suffering you have been through. Please remember me Harry." The girl said to him, looking as if she might cry.

"I-I don't remember you or who you are really. You just don't seem to be someone I know. I'm sorry." Harry said, truly meaning what he said. He then began to hear tapping somewhere far off.

'No! Harry thought to himself. 'I want to know who she is! Stay asleep Harry! Go away whoever's making that noise! Let me sleep! I have to find out who she is. Please!' Harry thought, knowing that the dream was slowly slipping away. He tried to keep the girl in full view, when he thought he heard her say,

"It's me Harry. G-..."

The dream was gone, and so were his twin and the girl. 'If only I could remember her. Even now she's slipping away.' Harry thought quietly.

Harry looked out his window and saw that there was a storm outside. "Well, at least I don't have to do work outdoors today." Harry said rather glumly.

He looked at his clock and decided to sleep for a couple more hours. His last thoughts about the dream that he was almost done losing, and then suddenly it was gone and he fell asleep.

(In the Tree with the platform.)

"No Tom! Please! I'm sorry! I only wanted to see Harry for a little bit. Please, don't do this to me again! I said I was sorry Tom! Isn't that good enough for you? Wait, no! Don't hurt Harry, please! I love him!" Ginny woke up with jolt.

She felt her face and saw that she was crying. She tried to shake off the dream but it wasn't too easy for her. She could still her Tom telling her that he was going to hurt Harry, and then she had to go and say she lov-Ginny froze for a moment, and saw that she wasn't in her room.

"Where am I?" Ginny said fearfully.

She looked around and suddenly remembered that she had flown into the tree and found a platform where she went to sleep. And here she was now. She got up and was about to get her broom and go home, when she saw that it was very dark outside, and something else. She took a deep breath of air and smelled that it was raining outside slightly.

"Great, now it's raining. I can't believe how late it is. Mum's gonna kill me!" Ginny said, feeling rather depressed now.

She went to the spot where she had left her broom, but as she took hold of it, a bright burst of lighting blinded her, and a very loud thunder clasp startled her, making her dropped the broom far away enough that it fell off the platform and into the ground below.

"Oh no!" Ginny said. "That broom was the only way I could get up a big tree like this one. And now I can't get down. How am I supposed to get help now? And it's raining. No ones going to look for me in this weather, at least for a while." Ginny said, feeling slightly cold.

She got the quilt and wrapped it around her. 'I wonder what time it is.' She thought to herself. 'It's going to be a while before anyone realizes that I'm gone. No one cares about poor little Ginny, especially not Harry.' Now why did I think about him? Maybe it's because of his letter...' Ginny pondered.

"I wish there was something to light in here so that I could see better." She said. She looked around once more and saw some type of ancient lamp, and beside it were a box of matches. She stood up and got the lamp and saw that there was enough stuff to light it with, struck a match, and soon the whole platform was glowing.

Ginny put the lamp in the middle of the room, and wrapped the quilt around her again. She shivered slightly, not because of the cold, but being alone in the middle of nowhere, while stuck in the tree while a storm was raging outside. It was enough to scare anybody at her age.

'Perhaps I'll just go to sleep again and wait for the storm to pass.' She thought sleepily. 'And maybe then I can finish that dream I had earlier that had that dark shadowy figure and me in it that I had before Tom came back again.' Ginny shuddered for a moment and tried to clear herself of those thoughts. Sighing slightly to herself, she slowly drifted off to sleep, her last thoughts as to when someone would start looking for her.

(At the Burrow)

Mr. and MrsWeasley woke up to the sounds of fists banging on their bedroom door. Slightly disgruntled at being woken up so early in the morning, Mrs.Weasley slowly went to the door and was appalled to see Ron looking so worried.

"Ron, it's 3 in the morning. What's the matter?" Mrs.Weasley said, concern and sleepiness on her face.

"Mum, it's Ginny! She's not here anymore! She's gone!" Ron said rather desperately.

"What do you mean she's gone? Isn't she in her room?" Mrs.Weasley said, wide awake now.

Ron shook his head and said, "I went downstairs to get a drink and I just happened to look at the clock with all our pictures on, and it showed that Ginny was 'away' and-"Ron was interrupted by a strangled sort of noise between a yell and a cry.

"Arthur! Wake up! Ginny's gone! Wake up! Please hurry!" Mrs. Weasley said while shaking her husband to wake up, but with no success. Mrs. Weasley was going to get her husband up, even if it meant toying with his obsessions.

"Arthur! Look who turned up at our door. A muggle!" Mrs. Weasley said loudly.

Instantly Mr. Weasley woke, saying," Where? Where?" When he saw that no one was there and that his wife was looking as though she were to kill him, he sat up and listened to what she had to say.

Molly, it's 3 in the morning. This had better be important. I have to go to work at 7:00 today." Mr. Weasley said rather tiredly.

"I don't care Arthur! Ron just told me that Ginny's gone! She's no longer in the house, and we have no idea where she could have gone." Mrs. Weasley said rather tearfully.

Mr. Weasley paled, and quickly changed into his robes and hurriedly said, "I'm going to get some of the members of the Order to help. We have to find her quickly, especially now that You-Know-Who is back. Ron, you write to Harry and let him know what's going on. Tell him that we won't be able to get him until we find Ginny. Understood?" Ron shook his. "Good. And Molly, you need to stay here in case she comes back on her own, okay." Mr. Weasley said kindly. He gave Mrs. Weasley a quick kiss, and disapparated.

"I hope we find Ginny soon. Ron, you better go get Fred and George up too. Maybe they can help look for her." Mrs.Weasley worriedly. Without another glance at Ron, Mrs. Weasley moved him off to the side and went downstairs to the kitchen where the clock was.

Ron, feeling slightly dazed from everything happening so quickly, walking towards his room towards his room, when he stopped at Ginny's room and peeked inside. No one was there. Ron felt a deep pain for a moment, but it disappeared as quickly as it had come.

He went to his room and was about to sit down and write Harry's letter, when he decided he should do it in Ginny's room for some reason. So he went back to Ginny's room and saw that the window was open and that it was raining very hard outside. He hoped that Ginny was safe and warm wherever she was. He went towards the window and closed it.

Ron soon began to write a short letter to Harry of what was happening at the Burrow, and also explaining that they might be able to pick him up as early as they had planned. Satisfied with what he had written, he called Pig to him, who had followed him from his room.

"Come here Pig. I have a letter for you to give to Harry. Look, I know that there's a storm outside, but I really need to get this letter Harry. Will you please deliver it?" Ron said to Pig.

Pig just stared at him and began to fly madly around the room, escaping Ron's hand every now and then. There was no way he was going out in that weather. Ron, looking slightly angry, froze for a moment, and grabbed for Pig when he was off guard. Holding a struggling Pig, Ron said, "How about I make a deal with you. You deliver the letter, and I'll let you out of your cage a whole week. How about it?" Pig gave a small hoot and held still while Ron tied the letter to his leg.

Ron stroked Pig for a moment, and told him just to be careful, carried Pig to the window, opened it, and watched as Pig disappeared in the freezing rain. Sighing to himself, Ron went to Ginny's bed and watched as the rain beat against the window. It seemed to Ron that the rain and wind were saying "It's alright. It's alright." Ron hoped it was true.

He suddenly got up and went to wake up the twins. He went to their room and pounded loudly. He was surprised to see that both Fred and George were completely dressed and looked as if they were about to leave.

"Where are you two going?" Ron said suspiciously.

"Well," Fred began, "George and me are going to go get-"Fred was interrupted by George, who quickly said, "To find Ginny, since we are of age after all and it's our duty to protect our little sister." George said rather quickly, looking nervous.

That seemed to please Ron, who said to them, "Just be careful, and if you do find Ginny, one of you two better apparate. Wait a moment." Ron said.

"How did you two know that Ginny's gone?"

"We heard Mum talking loudly about Ginny missing." George said.

"Oh." Ron said. "Well, just make sure that you two come back in one piece. Got it?"

"We will. See you later Ronniekins!" The twins shouted before they disapparated.

Seeing that he couldn't do anything else, Ron went somberly to his room, and plopped down on his bed. He began to picture Ginny dead, like in the Chamber of Secrets, but this time there was no Harry to save her. 'Harry, I hope you get my letter soon, if we don't find her soon, maybe you can help, again. I'm sorry Ginny, for everything. I hope you're okay.' Ron thought sadly. He turned over onto his side and saw the storm was getting worse then ever.

"Where are you Ginny?" Ron whispered, and then he fell asleep with only the thought of seeing Ginny again.

Well, how was this chapter? It was a makeup for how long I haven't been writing my story. I really did want to keep writing this, but I just had a lot of problems for a while. But everything's okay now so I should be writing more. School for me starts on the 16, so after that I might not update for a while. In the meantime I'll try to write as much as I can to please everyone and myself. Thank you for those who understand what I've been going through. I think the next chapter is going to be called "Lost and Found" but I'm not really sure yet. Well, for those of you who bothered to read this, Please review! And the reviews for this chapter that brightens up my day first will be mentioned. Thank you for everything!

A Harry and Ginny Dreamer