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This is Chapter 5 and it is all about Ginny and her dreamlands,

She was sitting on a chair at the front of the high up box. It was decorated gold and on the other side was the green and silver lining that made up the enemy, Slytherin. She was in the centre of the front, by her right was Hermione. It was not a quidditch game though.

It was a battle between Harry and Malfoy. She could tell, for there was a large and long stand that stretched the pitch.

In the centre was a magical floating banner atop of the long stand. It was glinted with gold and green sections around the rim. In the centre was blue with an overlarge moon in the centre. Written was Harry vs. Malfoy, and then below it, smaller, was Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.

Harry and Malfoy came from the opposing corners. She was in another dimension, she had changed, and this was surely unreality.

Harry and Malfoy were in dresses often worn by monks. Harry however had a golden belt, whereas Malfoy wore a belt as a mark of Slytherin, and his true heir. Malfoy wore a snake.

They slowly walked up to each other. Malfoy had his wand decorated with green lacing, but they both had them in their belts. They stood at the opposite side of the banner and bowed.

Then they pulled down their hoods and walked away to the opposite sides of the podium. They then turned to face each other, Harry glared into Malfoy's eyes.

Malfoy brought the wand, quickly, from his belt. He waved it into the air. From the air there came clouds, A thunderstorm, Harry reacted to this. He brought his wand out and vigorously he pushed it into the air where a red flame came, expelling into the air, crash into the green clouds, a battle in the sky was being fought.

Malfoy swung his wand round and slammed it right into the direction of Harry, from it a green bolt came and slashed all around, Harry counteracted quickly, he brought his wand down with a thunderous crash and with an almighty roar there came a massive echo, then the sky was filled with red and green fighting.

Harry and Malfoy were bolting around, expelling their spells. They slash green and red, orange and brown, blue and gold shots into the air.

The sky was a Technicolor dream cloud. Yet still a fog, it was painted onto the background, like an artist at his best, Harry and Malfoy were still battling it out.

Suddenly Harry mustered his bearings, drawing a circle in the air, Malfoy recoiling at the power emanating from Harry as he pulled red sparks into the air, he was recoiling the power and holding it, till…

Slash, the sparks flew into the air at Malfoy. Malfoy couldn't do anything but place his arm in the way in a vain attempt to stop it hitting him.

The clouds dispersed. The sky was blue and Ginny could hear the birds sing again. She could see a bright sun. It was over.

Harry lifted the hood on his cloak and walked off the podium, leaving the wreckage. For in the battle, the cheering crowds and the dusty air, the entire land around the podium, including itself, was splinted and torn. The banner had ripped in two and the podium had a crack that then split into two when it came nearer the edge. Along it there were cracks and there were scratches, there was even a large hole nearer the edge.

On the ground there were dips in the ground where it looked bombs had gone off. The grass that they stepped on was now grey and an awful shade of yellow. There was a lot of rubble from the stands around the edge of the pitch.

And Harry pulled the cloak up as he reached the final step, he was off. Ginny could see it.

Malfoy was on the ground. He was tired weak, sweaty and he had grey hair. He looked like he was older than he was. His normally attractive, in Ginny's eyes, appearance was replaced by a ragged mess pm the ground. His face was aunt. And it was back, defining and declaring his bone structure.

He looked up. He could tell a lot of people were repulsed by his new features, the features stuck to his face, they were starting to terrorise him. He felt a great urge to cry, succumb to his emotions, he broke down. He fell to the floor, he felt like he was defeated, but he wanted to think he wasn't. And Ginny was reading into everyone's soul. Beside her Hermione got up, with the pink dress she was wearing she looked like a Victorian in pink, and she swept off to the back and out through a door. She couldn't bear to watch it, Ginny felt, and that was what Hermione was thinking.

Draco was now going. He was done,. He couldn't bear to stay. He summoned his broom and in seconds he was off. Hew knew it would be long till he returned.