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Chapter 5: Dreaming the Same Dream

"That's a check," Ginny smiled. Harry had been finding it rather hard to concentrate. What now? Did he let her win? Beat her? He wasn't sure. This was so hard. Ginny looked at Harry who was staring into space.

"Harry it's your move."

"What?"

"The game. It's your move." Harry looked down at the chessboard. "Harry, don't let me win." Harry looked up at her again, his eyes full of question. "I know that's what you're doing—trying to let me win. I don't want you to do that. Just play and don't worry about anything else." Harry smiled as he moved his Queen.

"Who said I was letting you win?"

"Please," Ginny scoffed. "I've dated enough guys to know how their minds work. And I do have six brothers." Harry laughed then smashed her King.

The rest of the game was filled with small talk. "That's game." Ginny smiled. Harry looked at her in surprise.

"You beat me!" Ginny smiled.

"I did. You didn't have to cheat afterall."

"Good job," Ron yawned. "I'm going to bed. Goodnight." Ron went up the stairs and was followed by Lupin, Tonks and Hermione. Ginny and Harry sat in the chairs by the fireplace. They stared at each other in a smile for an awkward couple of seconds.

"I reckon we should clean this up," Harry broke the silence that lingered around them.

"Yeah, you're probably right." Ginny and Harry stood up and started picking the broken pieces off the ground. They both bent down to pick up the same piece and knocked heads. "Ow. Sorry." They said at the same time. They both chuckled a small laugh.

"Why don't we—this is easier." Ginny pulled out her wand. "Repairo." The pieces put themselves back together and landed in the correct spot on the board. I have to get out of here. I can't do this right now. "I'm turning in."

"I'll walk with you," Harry said. Great, he thought. Way to stay away from her, Git.

They were halfway up the stairs when Harry spoke. "I hope you're not mad."

"Mad? Why would I be mad?"

"There's a lot of stuff and—"

"Wait a second," Ginny interrupted. "I know what's going on Harry. And I know how I feel…I don't want to talk about this right now."

"Ginny, I really—"

"Goodnight Harry." Ginny smiled at him and went off into the bedroom, leaving Harry standing in the hallway, him mouth hanging down to his knees.

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"Sorry mate," Ron whispered sleepily. "I don't know what's wrong with her."

"Ginny, maybe you should hear what he has to say." Hermione popped up out of the bed.

"Hermione, I'm not you. I can't just ignore the things that are happening around me. I like Harry, yes; Do I understand why we ended it like that, yes; Do I have to stand there and listen to the pain my heart is filling why he tells me why he did what he did like I didn't already know, no. And I'm not going to." Ginny told Hermione.

"But Ginny, you don't know the whole story. Or what we have to do!" Hermione whispered to her in the darkness.

"Hermione! Stop ok? I know enough. I know that it kills me to be in the same room with him and not be anywhere near him…though we are only feet apart. I know what's it like to sit across from him and pretend that I don't care how close he is. I know Hermione. Trust me I do. I don't want to talk about it anymore!" Ginny lay down in her bed and turned her back to Hermione, who now had tears in her eyes. One day…

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"Arthur I think I am losing my mind!" Mrs. Weasley told her husband.

"Molly, it's alright. There's one more day and then it's all done. We'll survive," Mr. Weasley smiled.

"I hope we all do, Arthur. I really hope we do." Mr. Weasley looked at her, realizing the way she took the statement. Before he could say anything there was a scream from the other room.

"Vat in the vorld eez theez!" Fleur cried in astonishment. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley ran down the stairs. Fred and George jumped out from behind the doorway, laughing hysterically.

"What is going on here?" Arthur asked, hiding a smile.

"You should have seen your face!" George mocked. "That was hilarious!"

"It really was! I never knew you could jump that high!" Fred added.

"You zink you are zo funny? Vell you vill see zat you vere vong." Fleur tossed her hair and stormed out of the room.

"Some people can't take a joke." Fred and George waved a wand and cleaned up the fake pieces of human flesh and blood that sat inside the open oven. "It was really funny."

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Ginny retreated to somewhere so she could be alone. She had so much on her mind and she kept thinking about the horcrux that she destroyed. Did she do the right thing? She did what she was asked and at the time, she was glad to do it…but as she thought of it now, she was beginning to regret it. Too many people knew now and it would be a matter of time until they began to ask questions. Questions she couldn't answer yet.

Ginny lay down and stared up at the setting sun. She looked for answers there, answers she knew deep down that she would never find in the sky. But she thought anyway. She thought and remembered.

"Ginny," someone whispered. "Ginny wake up. You're wasting time." Ginny sat up and looked around. No one was there. The sky was dark but the half-moon shone high above beside some twinkling stars. Ginny looked at her the time. "Bloody hell!" She jumped from the ground and ran toward the woods.

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It was darker here. There was no light at all as she watched the ocean, which seemed as if it were dead. The wind howled in the wind as Ginny walked around. Number 3…4…5. She had to get to six. In number six, there would be the next thing she needed.

The door was unlocked. The light didn't work either. "Lumos." The end of her wand now revealed a light that lit the entire room. She walked on. It didn't look this big from the outside of the warehouse. Ginny wanted to turn around but she couldn't. There was no way she could do that.

You're not going to find it little girl, a voice yelled to her. You'll never find it. He is doomed and the other will win. Ginny ignored the voice, which seemed to be coming from the old, moldy walls. Ginny turned the corner. And then another corner and inside a door.

But there was nothing in the room. It was completely empty. She muttered something to herself as she exited into another door. She had to find it. The walls still taunted her as she walked. She went down a trap door, hoping she'd be able to find her way out of this place.

At the bottom, there was nothing but she had come this far…she couldn't give up now. She walked on farther but something stopped her. A wall. There was a wall in her way. But there wasn't…there was nothing there. Something still stopped her from going any farther. This isn't your search! The walls screeched angrily. The invisible wall began to move. It moved toward her. Ginny turned to realize that all the walls were closing in her. She was going to die if she couldn't get a way out! It's alright, the walls said, Shhh! It'll all be over soon.

"Ginny! Wake up!" Tonks was standing over her. "Are you ok? You feel asleep out here. Everyone's looking for you."

"I'm sorry," Ginny said. "I was going to come back but I must have drifter off again."

Tonks helped Ginny to her feet. "That's ok. No harm done is there?" Tonks led Ginny back. "Wotcher Ginny."

Ginny smiled as they walked but now she was confused. I thought I woke up. I thought I left…but I was asleep. "That must be it. Walls can't talk," she whispered to herself.

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Harry woke up. He had that dream again…the ones where the walls spoke. That was the third night in a row. It had to mean something and he was going to find out what that something was…somehow.

Harry looked over at a drooling Ron then he rolled over in the bed. Stupid dream. I wonder if I'll even be able to go back to sleep. But Harry did go back to sleep, as did Ginny.

"I wonder," a voice said. "if they know they are dreaming the same dream…."

A/N: Ah, cliffies…gotta love them. There you go. Thanks for reading!

(Keep in mind that things are never as they seem…)