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Chapter Eleven- The Dream

Harry didn't open the envelope right away. It was addressed to Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ronald Weasley, so it wasn't entirely his to open. He would have to wait until he could go back and talk to Ron and Hermione. He felt embarrassed and afraid of his two best friends would say to him. He starred at the envelope for a few minutes, thinking he had finally cracked, yelling at them like that, until the guilt became too unbearable. It wasn't there fault that Dumbledore left him. He gulped down the last contents of his second butterbeer and returned up the stairs to his room.

He stepped into the room, and heard a squeak from Hermione that made him lookup. His jaw dropped as he was surprised to see Ron and Hermione breaking apart… from a kiss. All three of them turned red. "Oh… Um… Er…. I'm sorry I interrupted you," Harry said. He turned to leave.

"Harry wait," Hermione called to him. He felt afraid to turn around. This is what he had been dreading. Ron and Hermione-together. Now, they would pay no attention to him anymore, leaving him alone. They wouldn't have time for him anymore. No, his friends wouldn't do that to him, would they.

Ron's face was bright red. "Sorry, mate," He said, desperately searching for another subject to talk about. "What's that you've got there?" He pointed to the envelope Harry still clutched in his right hand.

Harry had completely forgotten about the envelope. "Oh… It came for us… I mean all three of us." He laughed nervously. This was crazy, he had never been nervous around his best friends before. He held out the envelope to them. Hermione grabbed the envelope from him, and ripped the top. A letter fell out into her lap. She unfolded it, and read it in her head.

"It's from Fred and George," She said, handing it to Harry.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron,

Things are complete chaos here at home. Since you left, mum's been in a depression, and hasn't cooked dinner for us starving kids. Hogwarts terms started up, but Ginny's gone. We don't where she went, she just left. She cried all day after you left, then when she went to get on the Hogwarts express, she just disappeared.. Maybe your guys' brilliant plan wasn't so brilliant after all. No wait it was dumb. I don't even we've done anything that stupid, and that's saying something. We keep trying to tell mum your fine, but she's sobbing so loud she can't even hear us. Dads taken days off work to go look for you. I hope you come home soon. All of this depression is even making us a little teary eyed.

-Fred and George

Harry didn't say a word, just handed the letter to Ron. Ginny, missing? What was he going to do about it? Where was she now? He was so preoccupied, that he barely heard Ron whimper when he heard that his sister was gone. He completely blocked out Hermione trying to calm Ron down. All he wanted to do was sleep. It was the middle of the night, and he couldn't even keep his thoughts straight anymore. See silently walked to his bed, and lay on it, trying not to pay any attention to Ron and Hermione.

Hermione looked at Harry, noticing that he wanted to be left alone, and silently left the room. Ron, still confused that Ginny was gone, barely mumbled good night to Harry, before turning out the light.

Harry had no idea that he affected that many people. What were things like at the Burrow right now? They were safe and sound in the Weasley's house, but what about Ginny. She left because of him. She left because they left. He rolled over, and tried to push it all from his mind, but Ginny's face kept coming back. It was his fault. If anything happened to her, it would be his and Ron and Hermione's fault.

Finally, though all the thoughts still bothered him, he drifted off to sleep.

Ginny was there. She was in trouble, in pain. He tried to reach out to help her, but she kept getting farther away. He just couldn't reach her. Suddenly, he was on the Hogwarts' Express. He had an unbearable urge to find Ginny, but she wasn't in any of the compartments. Finally, out of hope, he sat in one of the empty compartments, and put his head in his hands in frustration. There was a Daily Prophet on the floor in front of him. The headline made his teeth chatter, and tears run down his face. INNOCENT GIRL, GINNY WEASLEY, CAUGHT BY THE DARK LORD AND KILLED. This was his fault. He didn't mean for her to get hurt it just…

Ron shook him awake. "Harry are you alright, mate?"

"What?" Harry asked, sitting up. He was sweating and his scar hurt.

"You were rolling around, and mumbling something. I though you were having a seizure or something."

"No, I'm fine," Harry panted, laying back down. "I just need rest."

"If you say so."