(Ok I have no idea where this is going but please R/R for me thanks oh and I own nothing)
A new type of sleep.
The letter was clutched in his hands and tears stained the parchment. The letter read this:
Dear Harry,
I am sorry to inform you that Ginny Weasley was killed 3 nights ago in London. There will be a funeral on the 16th of September. I hope you are well and we will see you there,
Ron
It had taken him a full ten minuets to really believe it had been Ron writing him such a cold and hard letter and now hours later he wished he was not there any where but there. In the home he and Ginny had shared for 5 years.
"Take me away" He cried into the empty space. "Please just take me" He sobbed then collapsed onto the floor into oblivion.
When he woke days later he found he was on a 4-poster bed with velvet drawings and silk covers. He sat up to look around the room it was huge and all made of marble with beautiful carvings in the walls. The door at the far end of the room opened and a very royal looking woman came in. /Surely/ he told himself /This has to be another kind of dream/ yet it all seemed so real.