Hey! I've actually managed to update at a decent time. Inspiration comes at the oddest times rubs eyes and glares meaningfully at a her clock which reads 3:00AM.Well here's the second chapter of what is proving to be a horribly frustating piece of works. Oh well I love it! On with the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of J.K's characters so don't sue!

Chapter One: Dreams of What Life Could Be Part one: A letter

January 15, 1997

Dear Triel,

It's been a years since I've last seen you, and even as I write this I can't believe my world has come unraveled in less time then I could have imagined. I've been in this house for three months and I already know that I hate it here. You are probably thinking how can I be so selfish when so many others are dead, or mourning the loss of loved ones when mine are all alive and happy, well as happy as you can be in times of war. Why, you ask, am I so depressed? Because it's been months since I've last seen Hogwarts and I doubt I ever will again.

I know I'm not the only one, but it's frustrating to know the ones you love are out there fighting, and you don't even know if they're alive or not! Especially if the one you love is the one the HE will target before any other. Yes, I am talking about Harry Potter, and no it isn't just a crush. I truly love him, and he told me the same, before our family was ushered to a portkey and happily sent on our way to the place farthest away from the fighting as you could possibly get: America. You wonder why I am not happy that we are out of harms way, that I probably won't feel the loss of death until someone dies perfectly natural causes?

It's because I love him, and like Hogwarts I feel as if I will never see him again in this lifetime. I can feel it in my soul, the thread that connected us isn't gone but it is very faint and leads into a place of clouds, a place I know I cannot follow him. They never mention the war and I am starting to wonder if they care, care for the friends they left behind to die. I will never forgive myself for this.

I should be happy, surrounded by boisterous family but I am not; and neither, I have a feeling , is mother. She has been acting strangely lately, her head in the clouds. Sometimes she wanders off into the woods outside our house and doesn't come back for hours! When she is with us she has this dreamy look to her eyes, and it takes my brothers or Dad ages to get her to look at them. But this is not the strangest thing. If it could get any weirder, I keep catching mom giving me sad looks, and once I caught her talking to no one about how everything would be fixed when Death came before life and Destiny was conquered, whatever that means.

I hope no news bad news comes about Harry, I hope for once that my instincts are proved wrong and that he's still alive and can come home…….. But then, when was I ever that lucky. No, I fear my worst nightmare has come true and I don't know what to do. I keep having weird dreams, of black marble halls and a terrible monster with gaping endless eyes, with the power to consume us all. They're not all bad though, some are wonderful and quite unbelievable, but the same nonetheless. The place varies but in every dreams the person I see is the same. He, I am almost certain it is a he, sits by lake pool of water in one, singing softly while picking beautifully colored flowers and wreathing them. He is ethereal, with his shining ivory hair, but I feel close to him, tied to him, all the same. It's his eyes, emerald in color that I'm sure binds his soul to mine. What I see in his eyes……it shocks me to the core. How can one person be so many opposites? I see hope and despair, beauty and a terribleness of which I couldn't imagine. I saw bright futures and horrible tragedies, and I wonder how one person could hold the destiny of millions in their eyes….. And that's not all! Sometimes I dream of a world nearly identical to ours but so different. In that world everyone is still alive, and Trie there's no war! No one has ever heard of Voldemort and everyone is happy. I don't know what's going on with me, I haven't had a full night of sleep in weeks! If only those dreams could be true…….

But I'm getting off track here. Putting my dreams aside, I wish I could hope that Harry is alive and that we will all be going back home, but I have a terrible feeling……. I've got to go but I swear I'll write soon, if only to tell you the bad news.

Signed,

Ginny Emily Weasley

P.S: Don't write back, there are so many anti wizard, and muggle wards on our house that I think even we would get confused if we didn't know exactly where it was. As it is I don't know how Errol manages to find our house when mail from the You Know What needs to be delivered.

Ginny sighed as she finished off her letter and tied it securely around an energetic Pigwidgeon's feet. She watched as the spotted owl hooted excitedly and flew through the open window, taking off into the starry sky.

No, she didn't know if it was wise to send important information by owl to a friend she hadn't talked to in years, but if she didn't express her feelings to someone she was sure she would have exploded. And it's not like her family would listen. As she had written to Triel, they had already seemed to forget that they had ever lived in a place called England, let alone the war that was decimating its people, and the friends who were most likely dead or dying at this moment.

Knowing she already be in bed, and the stern lectures she would receive if caught awake, Ginny capped her ink, replacing her quill in her desk drawer before blowing out her candle and going to bed, hopeful for sleep. But just like with Harry she knew she would be getting very little sleep that night and prepared herself for the dreams of which she was sure to come.

I know, very short. But to make up for it I will have the next chapter posted in a day or two.

Look for Chapter two: Death arrives on swift wings