The fans are raving, banners donning the words 'Go Finches!' waved proudly in the air. Ginny whoops as she takes in the sight, turning her broom around the stadium twice to receive their applause. She's scored the winning goal again.

But the banners change as they flick in the withering wind, eight terrible letters staring her in the face: 'Murderer'. Suddenly, the friendly faces in the stands slip off, as though they've been erased, burned and, in their stead, dark, evil figures grin, baring their teeth at her.

Ginny slips off her broom.

A puddle of blood seeps into the grass where she lands, trickling from the back of her head, under her arms, under her palms, her nails. She can't move.

The stands are empty now, there's no one there to help her.

Ginny closes her eyes and, when she opens them again, a loud, shrill scream rips from her throat; she's face to face with the dead girl, the one she couldn't save, the one she never even tried to save.

She succumbs as she discovers that, funnily, the dead girl is really her.

Harry's arms are around her as her mind awakes, his breath warm on her neck as he kisses her there, lingering, trailing the tip of his tongue over her freckled constellations.

Her heart beats faster as his mouth slants over hers, his fingers curling around the edges of her clothes. He tugs them off, leaving her bare before his eyes.

"You're so beautiful," he says and leans in to kiss her again. Her arms lock at the base of his neck, wild, dark wisps of hair pleasantly tickling her skin.

He loves her slowly, gently, taking his time with her until her world spins, until her heart sings with happiness beyond compare, her body melted into his. He makes her feel so good, so seen.

"I love you," she says and takes his hand, a feeling of complete and absolute safety washing over her as their fingers intertwine. She's not afraid to tell him anymore, he'd never hurt her.

"I could never love you," he tells her with a smile, green eyes shining brightly in the sunlight, "I saved you 'cause that's what I do."

Ginny screams.

When she wakes up, she clings on to Harry as he's sleeping; she nestles into him, wrapping her arms and legs around him, praying that this is not another dream.

But that's rather silly, isn't it?

Everything she'd known so far had only been a dream within a dream.