((Oops. Mistakes in the last chapter. Thanks to Lauren for pointing it out: I said Dumbledore was missing and then I said that he was there. Er, let's just pretend that he was in the bathroom earlier or something… And then Laura pointed out that if he were in England, Dean would not be African American. Kind of forgot that. Sorry. I do not own Harry Potter. I wish I did. Or even just Lupin or Sirius. I'm not picky. Today is Saturday, October 29, 2005. All right. Here you are.))

"Don't worry, girlie. It's almost over; Mr. Potter should be here any minute now…" he advanced toward her, his black eyes glittering menacingly. He reached out for her arm and she felt the cold sweeping around her. A dark fuzziness began surrounding her, and soon she could only see his eyes. "The perfect trap."

"No!" Ginny sat straight up in bed, the sheets wrapped around her like a cocoon. She was drenched in a cold sweat and her heart was pounding like she had just run a marathon.

She reached to push her hair out of her face and realized that there were tears on her face. She wiped her face and threw her sheets off.

"Oh, god. Not again. No, no, no!" Ginny held back a whimper and took several deep breaths. She walked over to her vanity and looked at her tear-stained face. She plopped down on the cushy chair and tried not to cry.

"Ever since that stupid reunion! Maybe just being at that school brought back all of these memories."

It had been nearly two weeks since the Hogwarts Reunion. Every night since she had gotten nightmares. Well, not nightmares, it was the same nightmare over and over again.

Down in the Chamber, with Riddle coming closer and closer before she finally blacked out from a combination of weakness and fear.

Ginny stood up to retrieve her robe. She grabbed an old one, green and tattered, and way too long for her. She was too tired to care. Plus it was really comfortable. She stumbled across the hallway to the bathroom and rinsed her face off with cold water. She pulled her hair up in a clip and padded downstairs.

It wasn't until she stepped off the last step that she realized that there was already someone else on the couch. The fire roaring in the hearth reflected off of his glasses.

"Harry?"

He jerked, startled, and looked over at Ginny. "Gin? What're you doing up?"

"Couldn't sleep," she smiled. "You?"

"Same."

Ginny shuddered involuntarily; it was an unusually cold night for the beginning of July.

"You want some cocoa?"

"Sure."

Ginny made her way to the kitchen, turning on as few lights as possible. She quickly added some M&Ms and brought two mugs back to the fireside.

"Thanks." The two sipped in silence until the warm drink was gone. Harry magicked the two empty glasses into the kitchen.

Harry sat in deep thought, staring at the fire. Something seemed to be bothering him.

"Come to think of it," Ginny thought, "he's been acting like this a lot lately. I wonder if he's okay. Maybe I should ask him about it."

Another voice in the back of her head spoke up; a much louder Hermione-like voice. "He probably doesn't want me poking around in his personal business. He would've opened up to me by now if he wanted to say anything, right?"

"Wrong. He's a private person and he wouldn't admit that anything was wrong unless pestered about it. So I'll ask him how he's doing."

"No! Don't even think about it! He'd get all weird and it'll be like school all over again."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up! Stop talking!" Ginny hit her head with her fist. Harry glanced at her, a goofy grin on his face.

"Ask him!"

"No!"

"Go for it!"

"Shut up, you."

"You're the one talking to yourself!"

"You're me! And I'm you. Why… oh I'm so confused! Aaaaarrrrggghhhh!"

Ginny flopped back on the couch staring at the ceiling.

Harry burst out laughing. "Are you okay?"

Ginny smirked at the ceiling trying to avoid his gaze. "I was just gonna ask you that."

Harry was still snickering when she finally looked at him. "Seriously, you okay? You've been acting kinda funny lately…"

The smile slowly slid off of Harry's face. "Er, yeah… I—I'm fine."

"Uh-huh. Yeah. And I'm Mary effing Poppins."

He tried to smile, but his mouth seemed to have stopped working.

"Come on, what's up?"

"Do I tell her or not? I really shouldn't bother her with my problems. But she is a good problem solver, she could help. Possibly. Maybe. Hopefully. Probably not…"

He rubbed his face and sighed. "It's… it's… I…" he stopped, trying to collect his thoughts. When he finally spoke, it was barely louder than a whisper. "I—I keep having n—… remembering… things…that I don't want to… that I want to… forget." He swallowed hard and stared into the fire. He wasn't sure how to put everything into words. Well, he knew what he wanted to say, but for some reason, he just couldn't.

Ginny sat up straight and her head whipped around. Harry was surprised that she hadn't gotten whiplash. "Memories? Old, horrible memories? The same one playing repeatedly, night after night?"

Harry slowly turned his head. "Yeah, how did you know that?"

Ginny went on as if she hadn't heard him. "And every night you wake up in a cold sweat? You try to go back to sleep, but it never works?"

He nodded.

Ginny slumped back in the sofa again. Now it was her turn to stare into the fire.

"So he's having them, too? What's going on? Ever since the reunion. Maybe it was the school. Wonderful. Stupid Hogwarts."

"Ginny," Harry said, "how did you know… that? E—exactly what was going on, I mean."

She looked him straight in the eye. "Because it's been happening to me, too."

An uneasy silence filled the room. "What d'you mean?"

"The nightmares. I've been having them. Ever since the reunion, and there getting worse every night. Last night I woke up and had scratched my arm open in my sleep."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"There wasn't a good time?" she lied.

"Gin."

"I don't know, Harry. I just… didn't want to bother anyone. Why didn't you say anything?"

"I asked first."

"And I answered."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Well, the same reason, actually. You guys don't need to be bothered with my problems. I—I can take care of myself."

"Hm. Well, now you know you don't have to go through this alone."

"Thanks, Gin."

She snuggled up close to him and he wrapped his arms around her. "I love you."

She kissed him. "Not as much as I love you."

Harry conjured a blanket over the two of them, and in a matter of minutes, they fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

"You dolts, why didn't you say anything? You two can be so stupid sometimes, you know that?"

Ginny had just told Hermione what had been going on. Needless to say, Hermione was quite upset.

"Well, I thought it was just me—"

"And this has happened to me before. There was no need to bother you," Harry interjected.

Hermione was fighting the urge not to smack them both upside the head. Ron, realizing this, came up behind her and hugged her, kissing the back of her head.

"We're still your friends. You can tell us anything," Hermione went on.

"At least they said something," Ron said. Turning to his best friend, he said, "Now we just need to figure out how to get them to stop."

The four discussed the problem for a while longer but were unable to come up with a solution. The best was Ron's idea of asking the Twins if they could make an antidote. But even that was unlikely, as it would take forever for the potion to be finished.

"Harry, mate, we have practice in an hour."

"Right. I'll see you girls later," Harry replied kissing Ginny and Hermione on the cheek.

The boys soon left for practice, leaving Ginny and Hermione to contemplate over their dilemma.

((I know, really short. I'll make up for it though , jsut you wait. I have a small writer's block. Like, I know what I want to happen, I just don't know how I want to say it. 15 reviews and I will update again!))