A/N: Yes I know I tried to redo some of my chapters but I just can't bring myself to

Change it that much. SO it would be a big help if I could get a BETA (wink, wink, nudge, nudge) Thank you again. Michelle

Armed with gross Valentines Day chocolate and not an idea in the mind this chapter has been brought to you Rowling

Harry Potter Book 6 (please be delayed I have WAY to many stories that need to be finished)

You (for reading this)

And most of all yours truly

"Well I must say that quite a story if that was a vision Harry." Ginny replied from

Her room, that was on the third story of, The Weasley house.

It was about 12 o'clock and Harry and Ginny were talking though the mirrors Sirius had given Harry. The shadows were casting a strong haze over her room and it was eerie knowing that, if what she suspected was true, she wasn't the only one in this bedroom.

Her room was small, maybe seven by ten, but she had gotten use to that fact and had accepted what she was given. It was, ok, not bare, but not overly crowded.

By her corner window stood a desk, it was leaning ever so slightly, and when you write upon it, it wiggles. It was made in the 16th century by one of her ancestors. Made out of the original cherry oak tree that made the wands of the 16 century, she absolutely loved the desk and wouldn't give it up for the world. On the desk stood her 3 favorite colors of inks, and the rest stood on the shelves below dusty, rusty, and clumpy. Been bought once and never been looked at again.

Sky Changer, it changed with the sky. When Ginny first started to use this ink she would pour it on her paper smudge it around and lift it up to the window. It fascinated her, since it was like and invisibility cloak, but only to the sky would it be invisible.

The next one was Fairy wing purple. Supposedly this was made from small particles of fairy wings, which would explain the pricings of it. It was magnificent. It went form almost white to almost black, scaling the whole spectrum of the purple kaleidoscope. She loved never knowing what purple would come up on her next letter.

Finally was her last bottle of ink, Vampire blood red. Now see this one was her creation. Made with red ink you add in a few drop of vampire blood and boom it becomes a beautiful freshly spilled blood color and dries fast but always looks wet. She used the rarest of blood. She had 2 bottles of the blood left. There were only 300 made during the witch and vampire hunt years. She had the only two remaining in her personal vault at Gringotts.

Next to her window, against the other wall from the desk, stood her, twin sized mahogany bed that stood tall at a height of two feet. On this bed had a Tinker bell comforter and under that laid neatly were black bed sheets. There were three pillows, two black, one which laid unlade upon the sheets , underneath the untouched converter, and one top of the comforter with the face of Jack from The Night Before Christmas, a muggle movie she just oh so loved.

On the wall opposite from her desk stood her door. A bronze door handle stood on the center left of the door glimmering every so slightly, trying to be noticed with the little moon light that had been given.

To the far right side of the wall, on the left side, stood a bookshelf full of normal books, Potions, Transfiguration, Herbology, Quidditch, Beasts, the normal for everyday students that go to Hogwarts.

Then there was the old literature from Shakespeare to Edgar Allen Poe and the occasionally "How do u say that name?" authors.

In the end if you looked hard enough you could find that some titles where smudged. These were the ones you don't ever want to touch nor see. These are Ginny's Dark magic books she decides are better at home then in a vault

In the end the books showed an interesting color scene. Old and ruined to new and finely bought, to dirt streaked, all the way to plead. Only an Artist eye could see something interesting in that besides humor.

Across from the bed was her sliding closet doors that held her clothing. On the door was a mirror that had a frame of boxes that held many different objects. From the small sand bottle you would find 5 year-olds making to the stuffed animal you would get on a date, all the way to her last potion she made.

Her walls, a deep sky blue, which was magically created to have stars, appear on the ceiling. The clouds would roll in and she would watch as the rain drops fell but never really touched her, no matter how high her hand went.

She was now sitting on her corner window with the window open so she could get some fresh air. As she stared into the reflection of Harry on the mirror, she saw him quirk an eyebrow, the whistle.

"You know, I was actually in the mood for the lecture of how extraordinary my visions are that they can't be possible. Care to retell that?" Harry replied with sarcasm.

"Harry, Even though that would be oh so fun to ruin your fun sarcastic ass mood I need to go to be if you can't tell," She then let the mirror run her body and back up to her face, "I wish to go to sleep. Thank you; I'll keep in mind what you told me though."

"Ok, Thanks a million Gin." Harry smirked.

"You ass hole, I only did that to show you I was going to bed! Not so you could check me out!" Ginny scolded

"Oh but gin, your just a perfection of beauty. May I have the honor of seeing your body of evil bunny rabbits again?" Harry replied with sugary sweetness.

Ginny glared, "You know that's just wrong and the bunny rabbits are from Monty Python, thank you."

"I know," Harry laughed.

"Any who, you're just quacked up, hope you know that." Ginny shook her head.

"Quacked up," Harry quirked and eyebrow

"Yeah," Ginny smiled, "I once said quacked up instead of fucked up, it kind of just stuck since I found it funny."

"Oi ve, I find you're weird, please forgive me for my bluntness." Harry sighed.

"Not forgiven, off to the dungeons to have thy's head beheaded!" Ginny replied in her mock queen voice.

"Queer," Harry coughed.

"I heard that Mr. Potter, you have just offended about ΒΌ of our population." Ginny scolded.

"Dam wrench, I was only joking, Get to bed before I have to make you." Harry glared.

"Please Harry, I may not be a virgin but that doesn't mean I am a whore got it." Ginny scolded

"Goodnight Ginny." Harry laughed

"Goodnight Harry," Ginny replied.

The mirror's reflection went out light an old television would. Grey to black focusing on a thin grey line before it went out.

Ginny slowly crawled in her bed and hugged herself good night. She closed her eyes and let the journey of never never land begin.

"Ginny dear wake up, don't fake it I know your awake." Ginny heard a voice cooing to her. When she opened her eyes she was shocked to see them there.

"Good night princess, Welcome to our world."

A/n: OMG! I tried but that just seemed to be a perfect place to leave a cliff hanger. Ok I tried to put scenery in tell me how I did. Um yeah and who will it be that's in her dream, Voldemort and his gang, Harry and their gang, or that strange person that invaded Pansy and his gang? Tell me who it should be lol I want to know what you think!