The next morning was rather rushed- as it usually was. The Weasley clan, as usual, was running around looking for their stuff. Ron and Harry- one of the surrogate Weasleys- were looking for their wands, Hermione-the other surrogate Weasley- was running around looking for her prefect's badge. And Ginny was snoozing on her trunk, with her two kittens in their basket.
That morning Ginny had dressed with care; she had chosen one of the outfits she had designed. It was a skirt and shirt outfit. Made of the silky material and the cotton, the shirt had bell sleeves, like the ones on medieval dresses, and the skirt stopped just above her knees. She was actually excited about school, it waseasier than being at home.But now she was more tired than excited,and she decided to go sleep.
There was the music again, the same-yet oddly different. Something about the music was older, more intense. She stood once again in the courtyard; in the courtyard with her was a man. This man was old, ancient. Power was positively dripping off him. She kneeled- he was stronger than she. That alone commanded her respect. Paying no attention to her respectthe man walked around her. Beckoning her to follow him,as he walked into the castle. She followed the man, as close to him as courtesy would allow.
The Dream switched to somewhere else. Once again the music was the same, but different. It was older, older than ever before. The world was sand, and linen. Nice soft linen, all white to ward off the sun. Her head was bald, and she wore a hat. A long hat, black in colour, with gold decorations. She wore two earrings in both ears, and drove a chariot with horses.
The Dream switched again. Back to the burning, her hands erupted in pain. Her skin was burning, the smell of burnt flesh filling her nose. Overcoming all her senses. Touch, sight, smell, taste, and sounds. She could hear her screams, feel the pain, smell her burning flesh, taste the burning of her skin, and she could see the scarring as her flesh bubbled.
To thecloser past again, back to the castle where she had been. Flowing through her veins and mind, years of history. The hatching of a basilisk. The leading of a man to his death- the death botched. The mysterious chamber being opened, people dying. A man, trying to take over. Pain, all pain. Taking over. Make it let go!
Down to the chamber again. Back with Riddle, life seeping out of her at an alarming rate. The cold while she was lying on the floor. The cruel rape on her innocent soul. The pain of unrequited… love? Was it love? The moment of death, the sudden pain of re-birth. It hurts so much! It would be so easy to…
SCREAM!
Ginny woke up in the hospital wing, Her scream echoing through the empty corridor. It was night again. It was always night it seemed. How long had she slept? Had it been all day, or had it been longer? The motherly matron came bustling into the room.
"Well, Ms. Weasley. There really is no reason to be screaming- you might wake the other student. There are other people in here you know. But you are finally awake. I told the headmaster I would notify him as soon as you woke. Now you wait right here, don't move!"
"Wait!" The matron turned, "How long have I been asleep?"
The stern woman's face melted a little bit, "Only today, its 11:00. Now do calm down."
It seemed for eternity that the Matron of the hospital wing was gone. In that time Ginny looked down at herself. The standard white pyjamas went very nicely with her skin. They made her look even paler than she actually was. She took the time that the matron was gone to walk around the hospital wing. When she heard footsteps she dove back into the bed. The matron came in with the aging headmaster.
"Poppy, can you leave us, I need to speak to Ms. Weasley in private. " He turned to the girl, " Ginny, how long have you been having these dreams?" His blue eyes pierced her hazel eyes. She looked away.
"I haven't been having dreams." She said with out even looking at the old man. Even to her ears that sounded flimsy, untrue. She looked at the man. "Sorry sir, I've been having them for awhile. All summer in fact- they started right after Sirius died."
"It seems to be that young Harry wasn't the only student affected by Sirius' death. You know things Ms. Weasley. You know many things that one at your age should not know. Tell nobody. As I fear Voldemort would try to use it to your advantage. I understand you were born in May?"
"Yes sir, I was. Why do you call Tom Riddle Voldemort? It's not his real name."
"Dear child, he is no longer who he used to be. The Tom Riddle I knew was a bright boy, with the power to do good. Voldemort is no longer Tom Riddle. Now we're going to take you back to your common room where you will take some Dreamless Sleep potion. Poppy? Can you get us some Dreamless Sleep potion? I'm taking Ms. Weasley up to her room."
"Yes sir, right away," She said sounding both disapproving and obedient.
When Madam Pomfrey gave them the potion they left. The walk up to the Gryffindor Common room was in total silence until they got to the Fat Lady. Dumbledore spoke then, "Voldemort." The fat lady shuddered but admitted them.
"Now Ms. Weasley, drink a half cup of this. That will allow you to sleep until breakfast time. Come to my office after breakfast, you'll have the day off. The password is 'Cotton Candy'. I will see you in the morning. Good night Ms. Weasley."
Ginny turned around, but not before Dumbledore noticed a snake shaped scar on her stomach. He thought about that, and left. Walking further into the common room Ginny heard a voice.
"Greetings Caretaker."
Hello everyone. Sorry for not updating earlier- writer's block.
Thanks to all my reviewers once again.
And Eggs, wear the belt, and take it off at school… then put it back on before you go home…
