I don't own Harry Potter. Wish I did. Names that are familiar (of course Harry and the others) belong to J.K. Rowling. Unfamiliar names have been made up.

Sorry for my mistake! Harry's hair is Jet Black not brown...thank you floyddickey for pointing out my mistake. Don't know what I was thinking. Sorry!

Chapter 2

After the excitement of the Ball, Harry and Ginny forgot of their "date" to the dance. Classes had been steadily growing harder for them both and they found themselves more in the library than any place else. Hermione was quite thrilled. Ron, on the other hand, rolled his eyes every chance he got, but said nothing. He, too, was studying and working harder than ever before. Neville and Luna often joined them in their study sessions and Ginny learned quite a bit from her brother and friends.

Around Thanksgiving, thoughts of the Ball came back. Not to Harry nor Ginny however as Ginny was now dating a fifth year in Ravenclaw, Andrew Pierceson and Harry had found himself chasing after a fellow seventh year in Ravenclaw, Amelia Barr. He intended to ask her to the dance the second he could get her alone.

A few weeks before Christmas, Harry began having nightmares. At first, they were of his parents, Sirius, and of Cedric. They suddenly changed to Ginny.

"Harry!" He heard her desperate scream.

He ran, breathing heavily and taking no notice to the branches that tore at his clothes and flesh. He found her, lying on the cold dirt in the middle of the Forbidden Forest. He knelt beside her and tried to feel a pulse. Anger and rage filled him as he realized there wasn't one. With anger and hatred, he stood to face the man who had made his life hell.

This is it. He'll pay, he thought angrily.

Lord Voldemort laughed slightly as he saw the look on the boys face. "Come to avenge her death, Potter?" His cold eyes glared at him. "The prophecy will be fulfilled, my boy. Not in you favor, I'm not sorry to say."

Voldemort raised his wand, prepared to kill the "boy-who-lived". Harry went to raise his wand as well, but found himself glued in the same position. Not hearing anything, Harry just stared at the green light that bolted towards him.

Breathing heavily, Harry sat up in bed and looked around quickly. He dashed out of bed and down to the common room. Relief and fear filled him when he saw Ginny sitting in her favorite chair. She heard him and turned. She jumped up and rushed to him.

"Harry," she asked touching his arm. "What happened?"

Overcome with relief, he wrapped his arms around her and held her to him. Confused, Ginny tentatively wrapped her arms around his trembling body. He slowly reached his normal breathing and let her go.

"I'm sorry," he muttered.

Ginny, now more confused than ever, followed him to the two chairs in front of the fireplace. "Harry, tell me what's wrong."

His dull green eyes now full of pain and fear looked at her. "I had a dream, Ginny."

"What about?"

He looked away. "About Voldemort."

"What happened?"

His eyes looked at her once again, although, now they were filled with determination. "He won't hurt anyone anymore. He won't hurt you."

She wanted to press him for more details but he looked back to the fire and decided to ask him later. She stayed with him the rest of the night until morning. She swore a few times she saw the glisten of a tear roll down the boy's face.

Sorry for the short chapter...it's 4:30 in the morning. Chapter three will be much longer. I promise! Please review...it's greatly appreciated!