Yes, now the action is starting. Finally you say? Well….it gets heavier and heavier… I might even have to re-rate it. I have finished writing the story, however getting it on the computer and fanfiction takes a while. It is eleven chapters long and I really hope you guys enjoy it. Thanks again.

Dreamer

The next morning Ron and Harry made their way to the Transfiguration room as McGonagall requested the night before.

"Good morning Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley; come in." They sat down in the two chairs beside the desk. "Now, both of you know by now, we need to know everything about your scar, even the faintest prickle. It is our warning sign for your safety as well ours." By 'our' Harry knew she meant the Order. He rubbed the back of his neck, he wasn't an open type of person, and running to someone for his every need wasn't his style.

"So, I am expecting to hear everything about last night."

Ron and Harry took a deep breath, glanced at each other, and nodded. They started with Harry's story, moving to Ron's story, and then… a little awkwardly, Hermione's story. After they finished she smiled and shook her head. "No worries, I'm sure she told you this morning after you woke up. Am I right?"

The two young men sighed- they were off the hook.

"As for the rest, please excuse me, I have to tell Dumbledore at once." And without another word she was gone.

Harry and Ron slowly made their way to breakfast when a certain red head came, stumbling down the hall way. She was ghost white; much like the trio was after the disturbing night. When she spotted Harry and Ron relief flashed across her face.

"Ginny what-" Ron began.

"Ginny are you alright?"

She opened her mouth to say something but she collapsed into Harry's arms instead.

"What the bloody hell is going on around here? Ron murmured staring at his baby sister.

" I don't know, but we need to get her into the hospital wing, now.

Harry scooped Ginny up in his arms pushing his way through the crowd. Several surprised faced caught sight of the brave Boy-Who-Lived cradling Ginny Weasley in his arms. Harry himself was surprised. Ginny was not the type of girl who would faint. She was always energetic, saw good in everybody, and strong. She is a Gryffindor by far he thought.

When they finally made it to the hospital wing Madam Pomfrey caught sight of the three. "Well, Mr. Potter, you never have a boring day now do you?" The old woman chuckled to herself. "Yeah, once, it was a Wednesday," he tried to smile, until he felt Ginny stir. He gently placed her down on a bed, pulling up the covers over her cold body. She was only this cold once. He shuttered remembering his second year at Hogwarts.

"Harry?" She whispered and her eyes fluttering half open.

"Shh…You're in the hospital wing. I'm right here and so is Ron."

"Dream… Had dream. Important."

It was important. Why can't I remember? she thought.

"Sleep, Madam Pomfrey will give you a drink."

"Must tell. Dream important," she murmured.

"Sleep now, tell me later."

He kissed her hand and left her bedside, promising to be back.

Don't go, Harry….Had dream…Careful