Ginny POV

"Ginny? Ginny!" a frantic voice called out. I tried to speak, to tell whoever it was that I was okay, but no sound went out. My body started jerking out of its own accord as a wave of panic and fear washed over my body. Why couldn't I speak? What had happened? Why was I on the floor? The sudden memories hit me and I remembered I had fainted as the memories of my parents' deaths had hit me. It was still dark, I couldn't see a thing, but suddenly my voice started to work and I did the only thing that seemed to make sense, I screamed.

Remus POV

It was terrifying to hear her scream like that, a terrible scream, filled with fear and sadness. I turned towards Madam Prompherey, to see if there anything we could give her to calm her down but the woman just shook her head, never tearing her eyes away from the girl. She was flaring her arms around everywhere now, still screaming loudly. Miss Granger, the girl who had first noticed that the girl was still non-responsive and took her to the hospital wing was frantically trying to calm her down.

Finally she stopped flaring her arms and screaming and instead looked towards us, her brilliant green eyes filled with salty tears, some already running down her rosy pink cheeks. That was when I first truly noticed her appearance. She had strikingly bright red hair, falling down to her waist in childish curls, with wide doe like green eyes, currently filled with overflowing tears and fear. She was shockingly small, barely over four feet by the looks of her, definitely not the size of an eleven year old girl.

"Where am I?" her voice was small and quiet, almost scared. Her green eyes found mine and I suddenly froze. They were her eyes and it took my breathe away to see them on this small girl. It suddenly hit me how much the small girl resembled her, the hair the eyes, the small statue, all of it was her. It scared me slightly, to see the exact resemblance to my old friend but I knew enough to answer the young girl.

"You're at Hogwarts, or to be more descriptive, the hospital wing on the fourth floor. You fainted on the train and didn't wake up." I added the last part in response to her quizzical stare. She nodded in understanding, her green eyes sliding away from my face and onto the white ceiling as her shoulders slumped down into the white sheets. She closed her eyes and her breathing seemed to slow down considerably. She had slipped back into her dreams and I suddenly felt myself wishing her good luck against her nightmares.

I don't know what did it, but I felt compelled to protect the small girl. Not only from dementors, but from everything, even small things like boys asking her out I felt the need to stop them. Anything that could hurt her I wanted gone, away from the castle and the rest of the world. As I looked at the other occupants of the room, Dumbledore, Poppy, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and even Ron's little sister Ginny, I realized they all felt the same thing.

The need to protect her.

Hello!

I know it's really short but I wanted to get something in before Christmas (which is tomorrow!) So here it is, in all its short, kinda crappy, glory! I really tried to make this chapter rather dark, to get along with my currently non existent plot but I am not sure how well it turned out so any reviews on how you felt about it would be widely appreciated!

Love,

Bluedoggie